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The original was posted on /r/paranormal by /u/redditusermail on 2025-04-24 02:17:43+00:00.

I used to rely on flashlights and GoPros during my cryptid scouting hikes until I tried a compact thermal imager. With the ts004, I’ve spotted raccoons, deer, and… something else that moved way too fast for any of those.

One night, while scanning a dense forest area, I noticed a heat signature standing perfectly still. It was unnaturally tall, with limbs that didn’t seem to bend right. The figure didn’t react to my presence, just stared into the distance. When I moved closer, it vanished without a trace.

I’ve been out there dozens of times, but this was different. The ts004 picked up a heat signature that didn’t belong—no animal, no person, just something that didn’t fit. I’ve been back since, but I haven’t seen anything like it again.

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The original was posted on /r/paranormal by /u/PattyCakeDoll on 2025-04-24 00:44:39+00:00.

I bought my first home when I was 22 and my son was four. My then boyfriend and his mother (a former sheriff's deputy) moved in with us shortly after. I'm used to having paranormal experiences as it tends to run in my family. My boyfriend knew this but was a huge skeptic. That is until his mother had an experience she never forgot.

My boyfriend was in his "man cave", my converted garage. I was back in my room after putting my son to bed for the night. My boyfriend's mom, we will call her Ruth, was in the living room playing games on the computer with her friends. I heard her say loudly, "go to bed." I didn't think anything of it assuming she was joking around with my boyfriend. I heard her talking to her friends, laughing, saying things like good game. Then I hear this loud slap and her yelp. Then she screamed, "go to bed!"

I heard her get out of her chair and come thundering down the hall way. I see her stand at my son's bedroom door, which was open, and just looking confused as heck.

"What's wrong Ruth? What was that noise? Did you drop something?"

"Has he been asleep this whole time? He didn't just run back here?"

"No, he's been asleep for about an hour. Are you okay? You look like you've seen a ghost."

She then told me she had been sitting at the computer desk, which faced the wall and had you sitting with your back to the hallway, when she had been tapped on the back of the head. She had thought it was my son and told him to go to bed. Then a while later she was smacked in the back of the grass, which is what I heard, and then heard footsteps retreat down the hall way. She then asked if I would go out to the living room with her, which I did.

She started playing her games again and I sat on the couch, which had a view of the hall way and the kitchen, and read a book. About an hour goes by and Ruth says, "Someone just touched my hair." So I start trying to look at the hall way and kitchen area while reading my book. Not long after I see a small blonde boy, but just the top of his head, go from the hall way to the kitchen. Now my son is blonde so I get up to put him back to bed. I walk into the kitchen and see no one. Not a single soul. Ruth calls from the living room, "Is he hiding or did you catch him." I had to go back and tell her he wasn't there.

We then go down the hall way to my son's room and there he is, passed out in his bed. I didn't know 75 year old women could run as fast as she did to go get my boyfriend. But confronted with his mother's testimony and the look of fear on her face, my boyfriend has no choice but to believe.

From that night on, it was like a gate opened in that house. Ruth had many experiences, my boyfriend came face to face with his own, and even after they left the statements continued. Like I said, I'm used to it. These things have always happened around my family, but I guess it can be too much for some people to handle. I'm still in contact with my ex and he still talks about the things that happened in that house. His mother has passed on, but I don't think she ever really left.

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The original was posted on /r/paranormal by /u/Affectionate-Box4496 on 2025-04-23 20:42:19+00:00.

last night i woke up to my mother screaming unintelligibly but i could tell she was terrified. i tried to get up but couldn’t i was kinda frozen which i attributed to being tired. i soon heard my dad go to their room idk where he was and he supposedly woke her up and i thought okay she’s just had a nightmare. then in the morning i asked her about it and she didn’t say much just that she was screaming for my dad and he thankfully got to her but she didn’t tell me details. at dinner we were discussing it again and my dad said he saw a woman on top of my mother trying to choke her. my mom never said that to my dad and my dad was giving her details on what the woman looked like. he also mentioned this isn’t the first time she’s visited my mother but he won’t tell us how he knows the woman. they’re thinking it’s a Jinn sent to her and i’m gonna be too scared to sleep now!

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The original was posted on /r/paranormal by /u/Hel_Hoila on 2025-04-23 20:25:29+00:00.

My cat named Harley he was an orange tabby, passed away two or three years ago from getting run over by a drunk driver. I still cry every time I think about him just having the thought that something you once had as a companion is gone forever. But sometimes I swear I could still hear his soft little meows in the hallway I would go check but nothing was there this happened ever since he passed away. And I’d sometimes hear the sound of his paws, and claws scratching at my bedroom door whenever I cried and I felt a slight shiver down my spine cause Harley always did that whenever I shut the door and cried. As I went to open the door it all stopped as there was nothing but I froze when I saw a clear distinct silhouette and I knew it was my cat that turned back to look at me then disappeared just like that. My family said I was crazy but I saw it and heard it not to mention I could see his orange fur and green eyes looking back at me.

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The original was posted on /r/paranormal by /u/Illustrious_Boat5991 on 2025-04-23 17:27:20+00:00.

Hi all,

In January, my son’s dad committed S* by gunshot wound in our bathroom. A team came out and cleared the blood up and pulled up the flooring and walls, but the thing I can’t quite get over is the AWFUL smell that was left in his bedroom?

Back story:

We were not in a relationship but were living together. He had his own room I had mine. The house smelt absolutely fine, his room was ALWAYS clean(swept, mopped, incense and wall plug ins)

After the incident, my son and I left the home for about a month, and only to return to actually move out our belongings.

My son’s dad’s room was basically empty, but the smell that lingered in there was awful. It smelt like a cup of chicken noodles were left out for months to rot. Mind you, this smell was NEVER around whilst he was living, and I only noticed it after he passed. I often wanted to dry heave and gag smelling it. It was a heavy just stank that lingered in the nose.

Opening windows and doors did not help, well it did for a little bit but soon the smell came back.

I scrubbed the walls with cleaning solution, mopped the floors heavy and STILL the smell lingered.

Does this sound like a spirit? I haven’t really gotten closure from his death, so I’m trying to understand if it’s HIS spirit that may be lingering in the space or whatever was attached to him.

Since moving, I have not smelt the smell. So I’m so confused.

Also: there were no food, drinks, snacks, rotten anything left in the space. No other part of the home smelt like it but there. I’m just curious on what exactly that was. I’m new to alot of this. Thank you all!

Update to say::: I visited the home several times whilst not living fully in it as well as spending a few nights in it to grieve and cope, so no one had access or broke in. Just in case someone asks if someone may have gotten access

Extra update to add extra details::

• The bathroom (where he killed himself) was not attached to the bedroom with the smell
• when moving, friends smelt the smell coming from his room and his room only
• the house was professionally cleaned, they removed all traces of blood, he did not have an exit wound, so there were no brains left on walls or flooring.
• it took about 6-7 hours for them to fully clean
• prior to his passing, I had a friend staying with us who had a brother who committed suicide a year prior, she dealt with bad depression as well and my mom kept pressing me to get her out of my home because “something ain’t right with her”
• depression doesn’t always show, I’m aware of that, but my sons dad was doing pretty good until my friend moved in. He also only made suicidal remarks to her the day he did it, not to anyone else. She didn’t tell me anything about it and has not spoken to me since.

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The original was posted on /r/paranormal by /u/SadSeaworthiness6547 on 2025-04-23 18:15:32+00:00.

I think my recently departed cat is still with me

A few weeks ago I lost my kitty cat best friend I’ve had for 11 years to lymphoma. We had a really tight bond; he’d greet me at the door, follow my everywhere and hop in my lap the moment I sit down. His weight and warmth in my lap is so familiar. He also had a tendency to knock things off of counters and tables to get my attention.

The day after he passed we threw a party that was originally supposed to be for him but it served more as a celebration of life by then. While we’re all having cake a piece randomly got knocked off the table. I joked that it was him but just assumed it wasn’t.

He would always follow you to the bathroom or sit in there to wait for you if you were in the other room with the door closed since it was nearby. My fiancé said she could hear his distinct breathing in the night and days later I heard him breathing in the shower (he’d go behind the curtains sometimes).

After that a bowl he had been eating from before he died got knocked off the counter out of nowhere.

Lastly, I was sitting in my normal spot on the couch and decided to pat my lap to call him over like I did when he was alive. After a moment my lap got heavier, then warmer and warmer it was so weird. I couldn’t believe it but kept my hands away to ensure it wasn’t me resting my arms on my thighs or something but it only got warmer. My fiancé felt my inner and outer thigh and confirmed it was significantly warmer where he used to sit.

What do you guys think?

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The original was posted on /r/paranormal by /u/Amalgam01 on 2025-04-23 04:46:16+00:00.

I was at a local restaurant and someone I know sorta through my parents came up to me with someone else and interacted. I was enjoying the small talk and the person I didn't know was maybe two to three steps behind my family friend. Sometimes around the five to six minutes mark of waiting on my food and the small talk I notice this person smiling at me in a sinister way and honestly it didn't bother me until their entire face looked like it had been burned and his eyes became pitch black for about 10 seconds. Immediately after this the man shook my hand grabbed his food and left. Now I'm not spooked very easily but I'm also not a skeptic. What the hell was that?

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The original was posted on /r/paranormal by /u/Hour-Education5333 on 2025-04-23 05:29:30+00:00.

Last night, I had a vivid, unsettling dream involving my neighbor, and she passed away just hours later. Since childhood, my dreams have often come true — sometimes disturbingly so — but this one shook me to my core.

In the dream, I was back at my old school, in a haunted classroom. I had to pee, and somehow that led me outside, near a Peepal tree. There, I saw my neighbor — a woman in her early 50s who lives across from me — performing a full-scale black magic ritual.

There were 5 candles (the center one black), a flower-decorated pentagram, and a faceless black figure with a lion-like mane she was praying to. I somehow had a top-down view of the entire scene. She wore white, looked emotionless, and ignored me even though we greet each other often in real life.

After I returned home in the dream, the ritual had vanished — except the black figure remained on her wall.

I woke up shaken. A few hours later, I learned that she had passed away during the night — rushed to the ICU, vomiting, then gone.

I’ve had dreams about spirits, death, even symbolic ones (like teeth falling out), but this was the first time I saw a live person performing something dark… and they died that same night.

I feel disturbed. Has anyone else had dreams like this? Could this have been a psychic experience? A warning? Something more?

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The original was posted on /r/paranormal by /u/CollegePilotroute on 2025-04-22 16:28:08+00:00.

I live with my dad (17 F). My mom moved to into a house with her boyfriend and my younger brother last January . The house was built in 1999, its super cute and has been recently renovated. When she looked at the pictures on Zillow there is this one picture that sticks out to her I will attach it. (the hedgehog is no longer in the house, this picture is from pervious owners on zillow)

My mom said when she sees that image, she doesn't see a hedgehog stuffed animal, she sees a spirit. In the past house we have lived in, I have joked and said the house is haunted, and she's always ignored that stuff. But now this house is different. The first two weeks of living there, she said my room smelled like death. My brother's room also smells bad, and the bathroom, also the water. Nothing is weird about the downstairs; it's just upstairs, my room, my brother's room, the hallway, and the bathroom. Doors open and close. If you take a bath or shower in the hallway bathroom, you hear things in the ceiling like footsteps or coming from the hallway, it's super weird. Everyone who stays in my room when im not visiting says you hear things at night, and it gets super cold. My first night in my room I was terrified. I laid on my bed staring at the ceiling for an hour... until the closet door being open bothered me, so I got up and shut it. and the closet being open at my house with my dad never bothers me. My brother has been complaining to my mom about having sleep paralysis. He's always been a sweet kid recently he has been so irritated and angry, and told my mom he doesn't know why that it's super weird. Everyone says they hear stuff, that doors open and close.

Now this is where it gets super weird, my mom has this friend who she says is weird. she's a Christian but is very in touch with the spiritual world. The first time she came over, nothing crazy happened, however. The second time was when she had been way more spiritually in touch with God and demons. She said she walked into the house and felt a vibration, and her ears started ringing, and she immediately looked in the direction of my room. She was staying and my room. she said she's not a clumsy person, but when she went in there, she bumped into the dresser, and she felt super weird. That night she had a dream but she was aware she was asleep and dreaming but everything was black, and then she saw a red devil face that came to her. she immediately woke up and had a knot on her head called the condemnation knot and that a demon was sitting and pulling on her head. She did not tell my mom but that morning she left super weird and fast. she only then told my mom recently because my mom told her everything going on with the house, my mom has only recently been putting everything together.

My mom also recently got a puppy that she loves very much, and shes had an infection on her head with puss and shes losing hair in that area, she has had to go to the vet multiple times and get alot of different medicine, nothing has helped, she toke the dog to the vet today and they made an appointment for surgery to see whats causing the infection. My friend's mom thinks it the demon hurting that dog because it knows how much my mom loves the dog. The whole thing is super weird, something's definitely in the house. When I visited I couldn't sleep. At night, I was scared to be in my room. I took a bath, and I heard someone in the hallway. Everyone was outside. I asked my brother if he was messing with me... it wasn't him... I've seen doors open and close. I also read my devotional every morning and my Bible almost every night, but when I was visiting my mom, I didn't pick them up once, it was super weird now that I think about it, it was like I had no motivation or want, or need to read my devotional or Bible. My mom does not know what to do, she is scared that this thing is hurting her dog and my brother.... Can someone explain please

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The original was posted on /r/paranormal by /u/MysteriesFallacies on 2025-04-23 02:47:44+00:00.

I'm in Missouri, and I'm pretty sure I've seen the Ozark howler and Momo. I was talking to a recent colleague of mine from up north, and even though I can't remember what he called it, it was basically Canadian chupacabra.

So now I'm interested in those hyper local legends that probably won't be able to Google. What's your thing in your area?

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The original was posted on /r/paranormal by /u/Impossible_Unknown40 on 2025-04-23 01:20:15+00:00.

Hi,

I hope everyone's week is going good so far. I've gotten approval to share this post.

I'm a paranormal investigator. I'll also be the first one to tell you that I am skeptical of most claims. That being said, I do believe in the paranormal. I just analyze the facts before I draw any type of theory or conclusion.

I was asked by a friend if I could look into something that was going on in her girlfriends sistes' house, as they were having some strange experiences that seemed to be escalating.

I agreed to a visit. They told me what was going on. It was strange, that's for sure. I'll admit that. Definitely cause for some alarm.

They had been in the house for a few weeks. It was the husband's grandfather's house that he had inherited. Neither of them had lived there prior.

So, the two of them had both woken up at different points of the night over the course of a few nights. Both claim that they were in different clothes than when they went to sleep. Like she woke up in her work scrubs once, and he had apparently woken up completely unclothed. And neither were in the same room that they slept in.

They had to throw all of their food out of their fridge once due to waking up and finding it open.

The wife was feeling off for a couple of days and would spend most of her time in bed. On one of those days, she fell asleep at 2 in the afternoon and didn't wake up until noon the next day. Her husband said that she only got up for bathroom breaks, which she didn't remember.

The husband was getting headaches randomly while in the house, but in specific rooms. One of the rooms in particular was the room that his grandfather had passed away in. He figured that they were dealing with a haunting and called a local priest to bless the home.

This didn't do much good. Things kept happening. And it seemed to be getting creepier.

One night, the wife went into the bathroom, and as she was washing makeup off of her face, she claims that her reflection was acting bizarre. Her face wasn't hers. Her actions weren't matching up in the mirror to what she was doing, and just before leaving the bathroom, she saw a figure standing behind her reflection in the mirror.

They both made plans to move back into their apartment. The hassle didn't seem worth it. And they both reported feeling fine whenever they weren't in the home.

After the reflection incident, they both apparently heard a woman's voice in the late hours of the night, and in the room that was to be their child's room, heard a woman crying.

They believed the blessing they had on the house ended up antagonizing the spirit inside, and were officially at a loss.

So, this is where I come in.

I was in the house for about ten minutes before I found what was likely the root cause of most of the ptoblems.

So, on the bottom floor, specifically in the living room, the windows were double windowed. This was also the room that the grandfather oassed away in. From what I could tell, the windows hadn't been opened in a long time. Really caked up. I was even to scrape some glue or lamenent from the sill, which led me to believe that these windows were never designed to be open to begin with.

I told them that this was likely carbon monoxide poisoning. They hadn't been getting enough ventilation. I keep a carbon monoxide detector in my car for these kinds of home investigations. Sure enough, it went off after plugging it in.

These things aren't expensive and you can buy them at most hardware stores. Regardless, you should always have one anyway. I let them keep it.

I still looked around the house, but didn't get any EMF or EVP's. I did get EMF's, but nothing that wasn't explainable with a quick look at the surroundings.

The reflection bit, which was probably the creepiest when I heard it, was likely a result of the Caputo Effect. I noticed a candle in her bathroom on the sink. I'm oretty sure she was just hallucinating and with the carbon monoxide, had been staring at herself in the mirror for longer than she actually remembered, which triggered the distorted reflection.

I believe that they were collaborating on the story while in their poisoned state, which is why they both believed it was a haunting. They missed and didn't remember the parts where they were doing everything, and attributed it to other worldly involvement.

I love a good ghost story, but I also love a good dedeuctive reasoning encounter. This should be a cautionary account. Make sure to stay vigilant with things like this. Sometimes there are things that can be very easily explained. Then there are also the things that just can't be explained at all.

I wrote this on and off for a couple of hours, so let me know if you need clarification on anything.

Also, I hope you all have the most amazing rest of your week!

Much love and big hugs!

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The original was posted on /r/paranormal by /u/Red_Blue_One_Two on 2025-04-23 00:53:00+00:00.

This was about 4 years ago. I was in college staying in an apartment on campus. I was talking to a guy (who ended up being tremendously abusive during our relationship, just in case that’s relevant?) and because we were in that “will we, won’t we” phase, we ended up talking until the early hours of the morning in my apartment. Once we decided it was late and he should go home, I walked him outside to his car. While we were in the parking lot, we made some light goodbye chatter that was interrupted by the sound of barking dogs. Like a lot of dogs. It sounded like thousands maybe. We both jumped and looked all around us to source the horrifying roar that was ripping through the air to the point where we couldn’t even hear each other. Let me be clear, whatever this was, it was a hoard. Barking over each other, getting louder and more aggressive, turning almost into howls, like a war cry. It kept getting closer until it felt like whatever this was would surely be on us in a second, and then it stopped all at once. And expectancy of a resolution hung in the air until we both heard each other’s breath again, and asked if the other was okay and if we heard the same things. The whole situation was only about 12-15 seconds, but it felt like the barking and howling was so long to all stop at the same time at its loudest, closest point. I cannot find anything like this experience from people i know or the internet and It’s plagued me since it happened. I asked other people in my complex if they heard anything at all, and most of them were asleep, but a few people that were awake said they only heard some cars passing and maybe some distant chatter at times.

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The original was posted on /r/paranormal by /u/Runner_one on 2025-04-22 15:15:42+00:00.

Last night I responded to this thread and shared a strange encounter I had about 1995. The responses got me thinking that this sub might be interested in an encounter I had about ten years earlier in late 1985.

Back in 1985 I was in the middle of a very nasty divorce from my first wife. Things had gone horribly sideways and spilled over into my job. Sparing all the nasty details, suffice to say I had a breakdown of epic proportions. For weeks I couldn’t function, I couldn’t eat, couldn’t sleep, and when I did sleep, I was plagued with nightmares. Early one day I grabbed a few things and just began to drive.

I had little money and was in a very dark place mentally. Although I had been raised Christian and grew up in church, I was very far away from God and was living a non-Christian life. As I drove I was in a cloud, I could only see darkness, pain and despair in my future. I could imagine no happiness, no joy, and no future. Suffice to say, I considered my life over at the age of twenty two.

I drove north from Texas and found myself in Oklahoma City. There I turned eastward towards my childhood home of Tennessee. As I drove my despair clouded my perception and I became more and depressed. I really felt like I was driving myself straight into the gates of the abyss.

Somewhere in eastern Oklahoma I pulled in for fuel and a restroom break. As I resumed my journey I noticed a man standing at the side of the interstate on ramp looking for a ride. He was dressed rather peculiarly for the weather at the time, wearing a long old west style rain slicker and ivy cap, sometimes known flat cap or duckbill cap. One reason I noticed him was because, in my mind, his appearance bore a striking resemblance to the Gyro Captain from the Road Warrior with Mel Gibson that had came out a few years earlier.

I didn't stop but continued my journey and thought nothing more of it. Soon I was forced to stop again as I suddenly needed to use the restroom very badly, which was unusual, as I could, and still do often drive for hundreds of miles without stopping. I completed my bathroom break and turned back toward Interstate 40. As I turned onto the on ramp my eyes were drawn to another hitchhiker looking for a ride, only it was not another hitchhiker, it was the very same person I had seen a short time earlier at my previous stop. I am quite sure I did a double take on seeing him.

For reasons that I did not understand at the time, but have become clearer later in my life, I pulled over and offered him a ride. He got in the car and thanked me for the lift. In a short time he began to make what I first assumed was small-talk. It was far from small-talk, it was as though he could read my soul. He talked about life’s heartache and troubles. It soon became clear that he appeared to know more about me and my troubles than he should. He turned the subject to God and his many blessings. Now nearly forty years later I don’t remember exactly what he said, but he seemed to have just the right words I needed to hear. It was, for lack of a better word, miraculous the way he seemed to be able to speak to my soul and lift the burdens I felt were crushing my very spirit.

He rode with me the rest of the afternoon. By the time we were approaching Little Rock Arkansas I felt like a new person. He promised me that everything would work out. He said I was just beginning on a new journey and he assured me that there were good things in store for me in the future.

It was late in the day as we entered Little Rock and I decided to get a motel for the night. I stopped at a convenience store to let him out of the car so he could continue on his way. Before exiting the car he asked me if I could spare a little money for food. I told him that I never give money to strangers because I couldn’t know if it was just to be wasted on alcohol or drugs. I would however be happy to buy him some food. He graciously accepted my offer and I tuned into the parking lot and went in the store.

All these years later I can still remember exactly what I bought for him that evening. I purchased a pack of bologna, a half-gallon of milk and a loaf of bread. I also believe I picked up some condiments as well as a candy bar for desert. After paying for the items, I exited the store and found him waiting by my car. I handed him the bag of food and thanked him for making me feel better. He, in turn, thanked me for the ride and food. I got in the car and started it; placing the car in reverse I looked around to be sure I wouldn’t hit him backing out, I couldn’t see him anywhere. Because it had only been a moment since he walked toward the rear of my car, I was concerned that possibly he had tripped and fallen behind me. I did not want to back over him, so I placed the car in park and got out to make sure he was clear.

He was nowhere to be seen. I walked around the car, and then I walked around the only other car in the parking lot, nothing. I went in the store and asked the cashier if he had seen where the gentlemen in the long coat had gone to. He said he had not seen anyone in the last few minutes but me. I was confused, as the cashier should have had a clear view of the parking lot from the checkout counter.

I walked back outside and walked out to the street-corner and looked all four ways. There was no one to be seen. I walked around and looked behind the building, nothing. I even got down on my knees and looked under my car as well as the other car in the parking lot, nothing. The man had disappeared as though he was a ghost. There is no way, even if he had run, could he have gotten out of sight as fast as he did. The man, the bag of food, and jug of milk I had given to him were gone, vanished without a trace as though they never existed.

Finally, I gave up and went a short ways down the road and rented a motel for the night. I went in, took a shower, said a short prayer, and then, for the first time in weeks, I slept like a baby all night, peaceful and dreamless. The next morning I awoke feeling refreshed and invigorated. The mental clouds were gone, the burden was lifted, and I felt like a completely new man. I continued my journey eastward with a new zest for life.

Eventually I traveled to Michigan, and then to Florida, where I met a woman slightly older than myself. After the divorce from my first wife was final, we were married and were together for thirty-four years, until she passed. The man was right, everything did work out, my wife and I had a good life. There were difficulties and at times the road was sometimes rocky, but the good far outweighed the bad.

I am convinced that the man that rode with me all those years ago was an angel. Often I have looked back on that dark day and wonder where I would be today if it were not for that man’s intervention. Seeing what I was going through, and where I was heading, I fully believe that I would have been in prison or even dead had he not been standing on the side of the road that day. It humbles me and makes me wonder what God saw in me that he would send me an angel.

Since that day, I have often thought of Hebrews 13:2 Do not forget to show hospitality to strangers, for by so doing some people have shown hospitality to angels without knowing it. I know many will not believe me, my story or my conclusion. That is your prerogative; however I shall always thank God for the angel that was sent my way that day back in 1985.

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The original was posted on /r/paranormal by /u/muntaseer_rahman on 2025-04-22 11:37:49+00:00.

I’ve always noticed the scariest stories come from people who swear they don’t believe.

Like, no ghost, no demon, no nothing—but then they drop a story that makes me wanna leave the lights on.

So now I’m curious:

What’s the creepiest thing you’ve heard from someone who doesn’t believe in the paranormal?

I bet those are the stories that stick with you.

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The original was posted on /r/paranormal by /u/Deep-Signal-6071 on 2025-04-22 04:19:34+00:00.

Okay so I need to know if anyone has experienced anything like this or if this was something paranormal or just super techy and creepy.

I was sitting in the car with my dad’s girlfriend and out of nowhere, my phone lights up. It says she’s calling me.

She’s literally right next to me, not touching her phone. I show her and she’s like “I’m not calling you,” so she checks her phone. There’s no outgoing call on her end. Nothing in her call log. She never called me.

I answer the call and all I hear is this loud fan-like mechanical noise on the other end, and our voices start echoing back at us. I instantly felt this intense dread and fear, so I hung up after about 19 seconds.

Now here’s the kicker: The call was carrier-verified. You know that little checkmark iPhones show when a call is confirmed to have come from a real number? Yeah, it had that.

So the carrier verified that the call came from her actual SIM, but she absolutely did not make the call. She was sitting right there. Her phone wasn’t in use. And again, it’s not in her call log at all.

I was on LTE, not Wi-Fi. No FaceTime. No internet. ChatGBT (great source, I know), said it isn’t possible to spoof a number and still get a carrier checkmark, especially without her phone initiating anything.

If it was spiritual… why didn’t “they” say anything to me? What could this mean? I’m a pretty big sceptic but this situation shook me up.

So yeah. I’m trying to figure out what the hell this was. Was it some kind of energetic/paranormal interference? Some next-level surveillance thing? Has anyone here had spirits contact them through calls like this?

Any insights from people who know about tech or spirits would be appreciated.

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The original was posted on /r/paranormal by /u/Big-Row5643 on 2025-04-22 00:06:21+00:00.

Hmm okay so I’m not like a tall tale person lol. But my family has tons of weird stories from over the years.

But the only weird experience I myself have had was I was like 17 or 18, still living at home. (I’m now almost 30) And I was doing my hair in the hall bathroom. Well in the mirror I saw an old lady walk behind me. Like straight up saw her but assumed it was my grandma. But after a minute I felt really weird and I was like hmm so I like went to see what my grandma was doing and her butt was dead asleep in bed.

And I didn’t say anything for days bc I was so freaked and didn’t want my family to think I was crazy lol. But like a week later I was talking to my grandma and I was like hey so I saw something kinda weird. And she didn’t even let me say it, she was just like “oh you saw the old lady with white hair.”

So ever since then I definitely think ghosts are real 😂

And like idk what it was about that house. We had a long hallway and all the bedrooms branched off it. But if I had my bedroom door open I could FEEL someone watching me. Like I could sense the shift in the air and like they would stop there at the doorway. But I never thought it was odd until I moved out and realized it’s not normal to feel like that lol

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The original was posted on /r/paranormal by /u/O1O1O1O1O11 on 2025-04-21 19:17:15+00:00.

I have posted as an answer in another thread but as I have finally taken the courage to take it out of my chest, I’ll widely share it in its own thread. Here it goes:

I have these neighbours in a tiny European old town. They are a family whose matriarch was born there and their lineage goes back 5-10 generations, always residing there. It’s the country side and they have owned and worked the land for centuries.

They are not good people, but I never thought of them as bad people, just nosy neighbours. So 15 years ago I bought an old house and a barn there. The place was 400-500 years old and required a lot of work to be liveable again so this family didn’t mind me and were more or less welcoming or neutral to me becoming their new neighbour.

Fast forward two years post Covid, my old house restoration is finished, I have also built a new house in the land behind and the barn is being renovated into a beautiful stone house. Now the family neighbours see me as a threat to their Airbnb business and start creating problems and attacking my construction permits.

I motored through just thinking they were going to move on and accept that I too would eventually rent my charming buildings out. But they don’t and the older son, who is in his 50s and still lives with his parents, shows up across my living room with a scythe in a dark winter late afternoon. He is 30m from my partner, our baby daughter and myself in a rural track that leads to the ocean.

Our relationship being strained by their constant harassment, I avoid confrontation and tell my partner to stay in while I check if all doors are locked. He stays there, angling the scythe as in a ritual, the night falls and his shadow is still there, in a dance that mix posture with some branches and high grass cuts. It lasted 2 or 3 hours, my partner was spooked and I was considering my options.

I shared this with a cop friend of mine who told me to officially report it in the station which I didn’t. That same night, I wake up around 3 am to pee and as usual I look out of the skylight towards the ocean. 300m south, the edge of the cliff is visible and that rural track bordering my land takes a few turns up to the cliff and then disappears dropping into the ocean 70m bellow.

There was some moon light which made this landscape visible. And right where the track meets the horizon and drops into the ocean, there was a green light human figure more or less swinging in a trance like. I pinched myself to make sure I wasn’t dreaming. Then, while I was still watching that surreal sight, a thick carpet of fog started covering the cliff, and the green light figure came through the track floating on the edge of the fog and disappeared behind my hedge pretty much where the older son was practicing his scythe-foo earlier on.

I felt the hair on my back stand up and went back to bed wondering what in hell had I just witnessed. A few days later, when I was finishing tidying up my garden by dusk, more or less 3m behind the hedge across the track where the older son had done his crazy scything and the green thing had disappeared, I felt a strong pain in my chest and was taken to the nearest hospital. I had had a heart attack.

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The original was posted on /r/paranormal by /u/oilburner75 on 2025-04-21 22:43:34+00:00.

I was unaware this is what it was called and that it was a “thing” until about a year ago.

In the fall of 2018 I was on a solo road trip into Georgia, I had got to my destination went to leave and stopped to get gas. Upon entering the gas station every thing was suddenly different. It was an indescribable feeling. Something had changed. I went to pay for my gas and I noticed behind the counter non of the tobacco products had any warning labels and they all looked very dated and different. There was no card reader on the counter for credit cards. The prices of things on the racks were a 1/3 of what they are today. Designs on the smokeless tobacco cans looked like they were from 1999 or 2000. I noticed all the drinks and sodas in the store also had dated and old labels on them. I asked the woman behind the counter why they were selling outdated tobacco and drinks. She handed me a can and said everything was fresh and not out of date and the date expired July of 2000. At this point I could not believe what I was seeing. It freaked me out so bad I left. I drove 20 miles down the road and got gas elsewhere. To this day I have looked everywhere on google maps and cannot locate this gas station. There is simply nothing there.

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The original was posted on /r/paranormal by /u/Mirror-pool-00 on 2025-04-21 19:59:51+00:00.

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The original was posted on /r/paranormal by /u/DisastrousBack062621 on 2025-04-21 17:39:45+00:00.

this happened around 2022-2023ish. —- pls bear with me english isnt my first language. :>>>>

Me and my bf were living at my family’s ancestral home in the Philippines. Our house is around 50 years old at this point and growing up, i’ve heard a loooot of stories and folklores that surrounds our house but never really believed in them until this incident.

Its almost midnight and my boyfriend was already sleeping while i was watching youtube on my phone. Our room is a rectangle room and our bed is facing the windows. My bf was already sleeping soundly while i was watching youtube on the bed while facing against him.

all of a sudden he got mad at me for being too fidgety and said that he woke up because i was tapping his foot, i said to him that i wasnt doing anything and not thinking much of it i just said that maybe he’s dreaming. Ff to me watching for another hour until i fell asleep.

At around 2-4AM i suddenly woke up and i was so confused because i thought i was dreaming. While i was looking around the room i noticed that the right corner of our room was very dark, which was weird because our very flashy internet router was supposed to be there, and now its just pure darkness. I looked up at that corner waiting for my eyes to adjust until i saw a very tall shadow of a man. I was looking at him for almost 10 seconds without blinking and adjudting my eyes if im seeing correct. The shadow of his head is almost at our ceiling. Again, thinking i was dreaming, i brushed it off and went back to sleep.

The following morning my bf was sooo grumpy that he wasn’t able to sleep much last night. I went to the toilet to pee and when i came back to bed i said to him, “you know i had a weird dream last night. I woke up and looked here (me pointing at the corner) and i saw a…” before i could finish he said, “you saw it too? the tall man?”

I had goosebumps because of what he said.

I said to him that i saw it when i woke up in the middle of the night.

He said he saw it when he woke up and got mad at me because he felt tapping on his foot.

He didn’t say anything to me because he didn’t want me to get scared. LOL

needless to say, we called a priest and have him bless our room and the whole house. We didnt have any incidents before and after that.

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The original was posted on /r/paranormal by /u/MarzipanAgreeable165 on 2025-04-21 09:51:48+00:00.

When I was around 9 or 10 years old, I stayed for a few days at my grandparents’ house in the countryside. They live far from any real town—just a few scattered homes within a kilometer or so, and everyone knows each other.

At the time, my older brother had been living with them for a while, and he had a computer set up in the upstairs room. I used to spend hours playing Warcraft III or World of Warcraft there.

One Sunday morning, around 10 or 11 AM, I was at their house. My grandparents were getting ready to go to church, but I didn’t want to go. I pretended to be sick just so I could stay behind and play in peace. They tried to convince me, but eventually gave up and left.

About 15 minutes after they were gone, I suddenly heard the front door downstairs open.

Immediately, I froze.

I didn’t make a sound. Slowly, I crept out to the staircase inside the house to listen more closely.

I heard footsteps downstairs. Slow ones.

Then they stopped.

A few seconds later, I heard something even worse—a strange, deliberate scraping sound against the wall. Not like knocking. More like... someone dragging their fingers across the textured bumps on the wall. Very slowly.

I was paralyzed with fear. I stayed completely still, not even breathing.

Then, after a few seconds of silence, I heard slow, heavy footsteps again. And then... the front door closed. Followed by the distinct sound of a key turning in the lock—from the outside.

That’s when I snapped out of it.

I quietly stepped out onto the upstairs balcony to see if maybe my grandparents had come back.

Their car was gone.

It wasn’t them.

That house has always given me weird feelings, but that was the first time I truly felt something was wrong there. Years later, I spoke to my older brother—he lived there for a while, and he told me he always felt something off about the house too. He shared some of his own strange experiences from the house and even from the surrounding area.

There’s something seriously wrong with that place. A lot of bad things have happened there, and everyone who’s been there says the same thing—it has a dark, heavy energy.

If anyone’s interested, I can share more stories from that house. Some of them are so terrifying I’ve tried to convince myself they never happened… but lately, I’ve started to remember things I must have blocked out for years.

Edit: Hey. As i see some people wish to hear more, well i will be glad to share.

Should i create another post or just edit this one? I don't know much about reddit's culture. Thanks

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The original was posted on /r/paranormal by /u/MaxMindsets on 2025-04-21 05:15:00+00:00.

This happened last year, but it still messes with my head.

I was in the hospital after a routine surgery, nothing crazy, just getting my gallbladder removed. Everything was supposed to be smooth. I woke up in recovery feeling okay, but about an hour later, I suddenly felt really cold, dizzy, and like my heart was beating out of my chest. I told the nurse something felt wrong, and that’s the last thing I remember from inside my body.

What I remember next was watching the whole thing happen like I was standing in the corner of the room.

I could see myself lying on the bed, pale as hell, a bunch of nurses rushing in, alarms going off. One of them was doing chest compressions. Another was calling for a crash cart. I remember thinking, “Holy shit, I’m dying.” But I didn’t feel panic. I felt weirdly calm. Detached. Like it wasn’t really me down there, just a shell.

I could hear them shouting numbers, shouting my name, and even yelling something like “We’re losing him!” But I just… watched. I even looked down at my arms and realized I didn’t have arms, not physical ones. I was just this floating awareness, kind of like being in a dream, except more vivid than anything I’ve ever experienced.

And then it got even weirder.

I felt this pull, not like someone was grabbing me, but more like gravity started working in a different direction. Like I was about to be sucked upward, somewhere. I don’t know where. And right before it happened, I heard this voice in my head, totally calm, just say: “Not yet.”

Next thing I knew, I jolted awake with a mask on my face, gasping like I’d been underwater. My chest hurt like hell from the compressions.

Turns out I flatlined for almost two minutes. Heart completely stopped. But somehow, I came back.

I didn’t tell anyone what I saw, not at first. But I’ll say this, I was more “alive” during those two minutes than I’ve ever felt in my whole life. And whatever I was, wherever I was floating… it wasn’t nothing.

It wasn’t a dream.

I know what I saw.

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The original was posted on /r/paranormal by /u/muntaseer_rahman on 2025-04-21 01:51:14+00:00.

In Princeton, West Virginia, there's an old amusement park that looks like it was frozen in time. It's called Lake Shawnee, and its story is more tragic than fun.

The land has a dark past. Back in 1785, a settler named Mitchell Clay lost three of his children here during a violent clash with Native Americans. Two were killed, and one was taken and burned at the stake. Clay retaliated, and the bloodshed left a stain on the land.

Fast forward to 1926, when a man named Conley Snidow built an amusement park on the same ground. It had a ferris wheel, a swing ride, and a swimming pool. Families came to have fun, but accidents started happening. Two children drowned in the pool, and in 1966, a little girl died on the swing ride after a truck backed into it.

The park closed in 1967, reopened briefly in the '80s, and then shut down for good. Later, archaeologists found Native American graves on the property—mostly of children. It seems the land was never meant to be disturbed.

Today, the rusted rides still stand, slowly being swallowed by nature. People who visit report strange occurrences. They hear children's laughter when no one is around. Some see apparitions near the old rides. Others feel a sudden chill or an overwhelming sense of sadness.

The current owner offers guided tours, especially around Halloween. Visitors often leave with unsettling stories. One person claimed to see a little girl in a pink dress near the swing set, only for her to vanish when approached. Another heard footsteps behind them, but no one was there.

Lake Shawnee isn't just abandoned—it's haunted by its history. If you ever visit, tread carefully. The past doesn't rest easy here.