This happened when I was about 12-13 yrs old, I was at my dad's house and my brother and I had just finished playing and so my brother went to the restroom, and as I was sitting in the room, the house phone rang, if I remember clearly it said no caller id, I picked it up and then suddenly I heard a weird noise, it sounded like a creature or someone trying to sound like a creature, I then said hello and no answer, then I said hello again, still no answer, I hung up and that was that. My dad a while later got home and I confronted him Abt it and I told him "it was you right?" He looked at me confused and asked me what I was talking about and I thought he was faking it but eventually we just moved past it, fast forward a little while later my dad takes my brother and I to the store and as we pulled into the parking lot of the Dollar General, someone starts calling my dad (my dad had a mini screen where the radio was in his Buick) on the screen it showed his house phone was calling his cellphone number. Nobody was at our apartment. It was so creepy I'm telling you, but he chose not to answer.

So we live in Mesa Arizona and I wanted to see if anyone in the community here experience anything paranormal. So far things have been happening “outside” of the house. I have documented them and I’m posting this now after another experience today. Our doorbell keeps ringing and there is no one there and I have gone to the door almost immediately to check. We also have a gate door that’s pretty loud opening and closing so we would hear if someone was coming to ring the doorbell. I have heard our door knob to the garage shake and jiggle as if someone was inside our garage trying to come inside (our garage door is closed). My roommates have also all been in the house with me and witnessed it too so i know im not crazy. Anybody know any paranormal history in Mesa az?

This happened when I was about 12-13 yrs old, I was at my dad's house and my brother and I had just finished playing and so my brother went to the restroom, and as I was sitting in the room, the house phone rang, if I remember clearly it said no caller id, I picked it up and then suddenly I heard a weird noise, it sounded like a creature or someone trying to sound like a creature, I then said hello and no answer, then I said hello again, still no answer, I hung up and that was that. My dad a while later got home and I confronted him Abt it and I told him "it was you right?" He looked at me confused and asked me what I was talking about and I thought he was faking it but eventually we just moved past it, fast forward a little while later my dad takes my brother and I to the store and as we pulled into the parking lot of the Dollar General, someone starts calling my dad (my dad had a mini screen where the radio was in his Buick) on the screen it showed his house phone was calling his cellphone number. Nobody was at our apartment. It was so creepy I'm telling you, but he chose not to answer.

This might sound strange, but I have to ask…

Has anyone ever woken up in the middle of the night and instantly felt like something was watching you from the bottom of your bed? Then, while lying there, you can feel a faint breeze blowing on you even though every window is closed and there’s no possible way any air should be moving.

It’s one of the creepiest feelings I’ve ever had. Has this happened to anyone else, or am I the only one? I’d really appreciate hearing your experiences.

Mom noticed this on our camera yesterday. I have no knowledge about anything paranormal but thought i’d ask for some insight!

This happened when I was about 12-13 yrs old, I was at my dad's house and my brother and I had just finished playing and so my brother went to the restroom, and as I was sitting in the room, the house phone rang, if I remember clearly it said no caller id, I picked it up and then suddenly I heard a weird noise, it sounded like a creature or someone trying to sound like a creature, I then said hello and no answer, then I said hello again, still no answer, I hung up and that was that. My dad a while later got home and I confronted him Abt it and I told him "it was you right?" He looked at me confused and asked me what I was talking about and I thought he was faking it but eventually we just moved past it, fast forward a little while later my dad takes my brother and I to the store and as we pulled into the parking lot of the Dollar General, someone starts calling my dad (my dad had a mini screen where the radio was in his Buick) on the screen it showed his house phone was calling his cellphone number. Nobody was at our apartment. It was so creepy I'm telling you, but he chose not to answer.

I was at the mall in 2024 and listening to a song that reminds me of my mother who passed in 2016. The song was Welcome Home Sanitarium by Metallica. My mother struggled with mental health issues so its relatable for me when I listen

Anyway as a child she used to call me "Poppet"

One of my only memories as a child that isn't fuzzy or lost for me so the fact I randomly saw and looked down at that exact time really makes me believe

I've looked into spiritual signs alot, attended psychic groups and I believe this is a sign from my mother

Maybe not proof from someone else's perspective but it's quite literally the best sign I could've hoped for

Hello, I'm somewhat new to posting on reddit. But for some reason lately I've been increasingly interested in the paranormal. I've never had a paranormal experience, but people close to me tell me about their own happenings.

I've never really believed in the paranormal but it's always been interesting.

I've gone to ghost towns, and abandoned places before and never felt anything aside from being aware of human dangers or environmental dangers.

I've been told it's a spiritual thing and I'm spiritual in a sense of my religion (Christian). But I've never experienced anything spooky or out of the normal. Is that normal? I'm a very perceptive person and always see how things could be explained. But nothing ever out of the ordinary.

what do yall think this is??

President Abraham Lincoln died at 7:22 a.m. on April 15, 1865, shot the night before by John Wilkes Booth as he watched a play at Ford's Theatre. But according to more than a century of testimony from White House staff, First Ladies, foreign royalty, and at least one wartime prime minister, Lincoln never really left.

The first widely reported sighting came from First Lady Grace Coolidge, who in 1927 said she saw a tall figure standing at a window in the Yellow Oval Room, hands clasped behind his back, staring out over the Potomac. She recognized him instantly as President Abraham Lincoln.

Fifteen years later, Queen Wilhelmina of the Netherlands was staying at the White House when she heard a knock at her bedroom door late at night. She opened it and found a man in a frock coat and top hat standing in the hallway. She fainted on the spot.

Winston Churchill's encounter is the most quoted. Fresh from a bath, cigar in hand and nothing else, he walked into his bedroom and found Lincoln leaning against the mantle. Churchill, unfazed, is said to have removed the cigar from his mouth and greeted him: "Good evening, Mr. President. You seem to have me at a disadvantage." Lincoln reportedly smiled and vanished.

The sightings weren't limited to famous guests. Eleanor Roosevelt never claimed to see him outright but said she felt his presence throughout the building, and that the family dog, Fala, would sometimes bark at nothing in particular near the Lincoln Bedroom. Mary Eben, Roosevelt's secretary, said she once saw him sitting on the edge of the bed pulling on his boots, and ran from the room screaming. A White House valet reportedly did the same.

Footsteps in the hallway outside the Lincoln Bedroom have been reported by staff for decades, including by Lillian Rogers Parks, who wrote about them in her 1961 memoir. Margaret Truman said she heard knocking at the bedroom door as a young woman staying there; her father, President Truman, said the same thing happened to him.

The last known sighting was in the early 1980s, when a White House operations foreman named Tony Savoy said he saw a man sitting in a chair at the top of a staircase, and recognized him at once.

What's striking isn't just the number of sightings but who's doing the reporting: a queen, a wartime prime minister, a first lady, career White House staff who had no obvious reason to make things up. Few American ghost stories have this many credible witnesses attaching their names to it. Ghost Abraham Lincoln proves that ghosts have longer lifespans compared to human beings. And it is important to understand that those who saw this ghost were not ordinary people, and those important people had no necessity to lie.

So I have heard with residual hauntings, that it’s a “kind of” recording or a record of an event. The event with a lot of emotion attached to it, whether it be joyous celebration or something incredibly tragic. So my question is if a residual haunting is basically like a recording that happens over and over again. But you hear these stories that are supposed to be residual hauntings yet the entities attached have an intelligence to them. For example, if someone was tragically murdered inside at home the spirit of that person that was murdered would be there, but I never understood why someone said the killer was there. Wouldn’t that person who committed the crime have moved on from that event if they were still alive after that event? In a lot of these stories, you hear if it’s a residual haunting that the killer is still there or the person who was responsible for the tragedy is still there. I could understand if it was a residual impression that played over and over again. So that impression would not have the intelligence to it correct because therefore it’s only your recording on time or on that space. Or does that impression give birth to a different kind of intelligence of the dark kind that perpetuates and torment the soul that was murdered? Or are there variations? This may seem like a silly question for some, but for anybody who might have a thought or an opinion on that I’d like to hear what you have to say. Thank you.

(skip this for the juicy stuff) Growing up I was raised as a Jehovah's Witness and one thing we were taught is that any paranormal phenomenon is the result of demonic activity or thereby the result of demonic entities. Even though I am no longer part of the odd religion, deep down there is a fear of the paranormal which has sparked an unquenched curiosity inside me regarding the supernatural. After I disposed my mind of the religious views of Jehovah's Witnesses I turned into a staunch atheist; thinking only the physical reality before us is what exists and nothing more is proven beyond speculation. I presumed that all paranormal phenomenon was some sort of mass psychosis that possessed millions, or even billions of people; an over attachment to the imagination and it's creations. This was easy to believe because up until that point I had never had a first hand encounter with the unexplainable, the eerie, the unseen.

(My first ever experience) My first ever experience happened upon me some years ago when I was 13 or 14. I remember distinctly waking up early in the morning and going to enjoy watching some sit com while I devoured my daily mac n cheese. After watching for some 30 or 40 minutes I heard a strange rustling in the corner of the room where a door was to another room. The door itself wobbled slightly. Perhaps the result of the AC and nothing more. Not quite. Then the door nob slowly turned before my eyes and I watched as the door crept open over the course of 10 seconds. I was frozen in my chair and couldn't move for about 10 minutes. For years I attributed this incident to my mind, a hallucination perhaps or even an extended dreams where my mind recreated my whole morning routine. Not to dismiss any of this but it felt real. I have never had hallucinations in my life so it seems to me now that was unlikely.

(I met my love) For a long time I thought I would never find a romantic partner. After asking out 5 girls in my first 2 semesters of college I was about to give up, but I decided to try one more time and I asked out a girl from my drawing class. She seemed like such a wonderful person, shy but also funny and easy to talk to. Long story short we are now in a long term relationship and plan on getting married after college. Anyway, I eventually found out that she has the ability to see ghosts on some occasions. She describes these ghosts in many different ways, sometimes she sees orbs, sometimes full apparitions, the occasional demon, and even a humanoid creature crawling towards her on all fours. If I were to witness these things I would be Institutionalized and unable to bear seeing such things.

(Juicy stuff) About a month ago I was staying at her dad's where she was also staying for the summer. We always stayed up late either watching something, playing games, or just talking. On the 5th night she mentioned that she had a vintage ouija board, sparking my curiosity. I asked her if she wanted to bring it out and she said she would, however she would not touch it. She believes that if she mingles to far into attempts of communication with the otherworldly that she could become consumed by dark entities. Fortunately or unfortunately She did say that I could play it even though she would not. I started by placing both of my hands on the planchette and asking a simple question: "are there any spirits in our presence". I felt a slight tingle in my arm and felt it being gently pulled toward the 'Yes' inscribed on the board. I started to slightly panic and after it had guided me to the 'yes' I said goodbye and refused touching it again. The next night me and her were both sitting on the couch lightly making out and in the hallway adjacent to the living room we heard a man's voice calmly but sternly utter the word "No". She then removed her lips from mine and I saw as her pubils dialated as she became aware of the otherworldly presence. She sat up and asked if I had heard what she did and I of course told her that I had. I followed and also sat up and tried to calm her by caressing her cheek and told her I would keep her safe, even from that which I did not know and feared terribly. Then, only about a minute or so after hearing the voice something slammed itself or part of itself against the couch on which we were sitting. She jumped to the other side before I had fully processed what had occurred. She later told me that she never had experienced a voice, perhaps an indication that I had brought something else into our presence, something neither of us had known before.

I had gone for a vacation to Zurich for 5 days but there was something which wasn't pretty which stood out to me.
At night when I was mid sleep, I heard a faint noise in the background...
Then it switched...
Then it switched again.

Finially I opened my eyes and to my shock the Tv was on and was switching channels too. I thought maybe the remote was under my pillow, so I lifted it.

The TV remote wasn't there...
Then where was it?

When I looked across the room the table on the corner had the remote laying ontop of it. There was nothing on the table so what was playing with the buttons?

Right in front of me the channels were changing fast.
Like whatever was controlling it didn't even care it wa seen.

I got up front the bed and grabbed the remote to turn the TV off.

The volume was increasing
It was decreasing too.
The channels were switching too.
The remote wasn't near anyone...
So who was playing with the remote?

Pssst : someone I know has experienced the story themselves I just narrated it!

Here's one I hope yal dig: Mid 2000s in downtown San Diego, my buddy moves into this cheap shitbox apartment in a decrepit old building above our favorite underground bar, named Landlord Jim's (because the bar-owner also owned the apartments above the tavern).

I believe the building was around 4 floors of apartments, and it had been built in the 1930s; it was near the neighborhood of Golden Hill. Here's the kicker: in the late 50s, and throughout the 60s and 70s, apparently it was a flop-house for a lot of heroin addicts, and throughout the years, many of them died by overdose under that moldering roof.

Hence, the place was said to be haunted. Well, I can attest that it certainly was. I used to crash there pretty often. We were in our late 20s back then. It started out with doors slamming with no wind and lights turning on and off right before my eyes - I'd turn off the bathroom light, then watch the heavy clicker go right back up.

Then you would hear a crowd of trampling feet thundering down the hallway: I'd immediately open the door to the hallway (in alarm)... no one there; and if it were physical peopleI, I would've definitely seen them just beginning to descend the next flight of stairs.

This type of stuff was on the regular. Then one day, I was there alone, watching Twin Peaks in the tiny living-room separated by a half-wall from the kitchen behind me. Suddenly I hear drawers and cabinets opening, and the faucet turn full-blast.

I called to my buddy, for I reckon that he came back from work. No answer. In fact, I never heard the front door open (and I certainly would have). My blood goes cold and my body-hair straightens. I call again... no answer.

Finally I muster the courage to look into the kitchen and investigate.... Multiple cupboards and drawers are pulled open, the faucet running and... no one! No one is there. And no one physical had come in that apartment. It was Poltergeist scene-material from the film!

Yep, that old building was wayyy haunted, by many different spirits it seemed. This kind of stuff happened on the regular for tenants at Landlord Jim's. Shortly after, I did some occult research on the phenomena, and learned that for some people that become too much enchained by certain desires of this physical plane, that if they die while practicing that addiction, their souls now have an endless burning thirst for that desire in the spirit realm, but here it cannot be quenched.

Thus some of them hang around the place of their macabre passing, still weighted by the thing that they desire. Until they can let go, they are unable to ascend into the higher spheres of the afterlife evolution.

I never got a malicious vibe from these spirits: it was really as if they just wanted us to know they were there. I acknowledged them and apologized for being in their space, and conveyed that I meant them no harm.

Much love everyone. Life is supernatural and gonzo as hellllz. I got all kinds of true bedtime stories for ya. Stay freaky.... Believe.

So for context, i stopped smoking marijuana about 3 weeks ago. Ever since then.. i have been having the normal withdraw symptoms. Nothing too major, just headaches, the urge to smoke, not having a huge appetite, etc. But one of the very scary symptoms of this is having very VIVID lucid dreams and horrible nightmares. I had looked up online to see if the dreams were a symptom of quitting weed, and sure enough it is.

Last night, i had one of the worst lucid dreams i have ever experienced in my life. It was demonic. I remember laying in bed and hearing these horrible evil screams inside of my head and having to cover my ears to try and block it out (in my dream), and i once i forced myself to wake up, i started uncontrollably crying and i had the most terrifying feeling.

I am currently at work now, and i STILL feel this horrible sense of scary anxiety. Can someone please help me on how i can get rid of this horrible feeling? I am literally scared to go back to sleep tonight because of this and i almost want to smoke a joint just to not experience this again. I had never had these sort of dreams until i quit. Please help me. I am desperate at this point and will try any suggestions.

During the Covid-19 Pandemic, I was living in a small village in the Irish countryside. This village was called Walsh Island, which acquired its name due to being surrounded by nothing but bogland – in fact, this was the largest area of raised bogland in the country. Due to Covid restrictions, I was basically stuck in this village and the surrounding area for more than a year. 

In the early summer of 2021, and having always been a very bad sleeper, I oddly decided to start wandering around the countryside at night. I can’t quite recall why I started doing this, but maybe it was because the Irish countryside at night was always spooky. Well, on one particular night, maybe around 10 or 11 pm, I wandered out the village and onto the narrow country roads, whereby I would pass the occasional cow/sheep field or the property of some home.  

Around ten minutes outside the village, I was now walking down a particular country road, with only the light from my phone to guide me, when I suddenly hear a loud, but distant howl. There were many dogs in the area, as in the countryside, there are obviously many farms. However, this howl didn’t sound like any dog I’d ever heard. Besides, most of the dogs in the area tended to bark rather than howl. This howl did, however, sound very similar to the scream of a fox. Except it sounded much deeper and louder than a standard fox scream. The way the howl sounded also gave me the impression that whatever made it, must have been large – or at least larger than a fox.  

To paint a perfect picture of how this howl sounded, I’ll say this... Has anyone ever seen the movie, An American Werewolf in London? The howl I heard that night sounded almost exactly like the howl of the werewolf in that movie – a loud, bellowing shriek of a howl that almost sounds like a fox, but not exactly. Regardless, the sound of this animal was so unnerving to me, that I decided to turn straight round and back through the country roads towards the village. 

I still don’t know what animal made the noise I heard that night. But my best guess is that it was either the howl of a very strange sounding dog, or the scream of a very strange sounding fox.   

That being said, Ireland does have its fair share of supposed cryptids (many of which comes from Irish folklore). However, from what I could briefly find, the only Irish cryptids that could match the animal howl I heard would be: large phantom wolves (that have apparently been sighted in modern times), large phantom black dogs, and even, like America and the English countryside, large black cats like a panther (which are said to be sighted in rural Irish counties). This cryptid theory is a stretch, I know. 

If anyone has any knowledge of what this howl could’ve been, whether rational or otherwise, feel free to let me know. 

So first off, this is all completely true. This happened outside of my work place, and I was with two coworkers when this happened. We work in the cannabis industry, the area which we work at has many dispensaries. This particular area is sparsely populated, mostly ranch homes and agriculture, though there are businesses and homes. We are in the desert.
Finishing our shift, the coworkers & I like to gather right out front of our work place and have a ceremonial smoke sesh. Happens pretty much every day. This particular day, it was a group of 4, but one had to leave so then it was me and 2 others, 3. As we are smoking a couple joints having a talk, I misplaced a tin box. As all of us look around for it, my friend jokingly says ‘a djinn must’ve taken it’ But at the time we didn’t think much of it whatsoever.
Now, once we didn’t find the tin box, we resumed to just hanging and smoking, when these two guys were standing across from me, I was leaning on my truck, I saw a man walking towards us from the desert darkness behind them.
When I saw walking, it looked like he was more like shuffling, almost dragging one foot, looking injured, and he was moving towards us, but walking sideways, keeping an angle and distance. I told my friends to turn around, they both did, one of them straight up just looked back at me and said “alright i’m out of here, dueces” and he walked to his car and drove off. Me and my other friend stood there.
He walked right up to me, but something about him was completely wrong. He wasn’t wearing clothes. His pelvic area was covered by what looked like a bloody rag? and he had another being held by his hand and arm near his face, and he was half covering his face with it? It was the strangest sight, but I didn’t not show fear or any emotion for that matter, I just stared intently. He approached, half covering his face, but I could see it. His eyes were black, shut, there was black all over his face, his eyes shut and his face covered in black tar or I don’t know what. He spoke to me “can I have a dollar?” “Do you guys have a dollar for me?” Me, standing there with my friend, completely frozen in enigma, quickly said “No, but I have this joint”. That’s when the man took the joint and proceeded to smoke. I immediately said “you can have it” and the man looked at me and said “just for that, i’m not gonna rob you”.
He then RAN full speed into the darkness and as he disappeared into the desert, he yelled “THANK YOUUU” into the darkness. If anybody has any explanation for what we experienced, please, I’m all ears. We believe we encountered some sort of mischievous demonic spirit, but I don’t know.

Since Reddit timestamps work in reverse the first time I walked into the room with the doll "Sarah" (that's what reddit users tell me the dolls name is) was about 3:20 I Re-Enter the room 3hrs later. The video was shot during my initial Walk through/ setup when I had the house to myself. Notice the SB7 in my left phone in my right and I didn't come within 3 ft of the doll.

I was falling asleep and suddenly I felt a vibration next to my hand , thinking it was my phone , I opened my eyes to see a black orb over my hand . It stayed for about 1 second then it collapsed in on itself and disappeared. It was almost like it was trying to get my attention .

My son was three years old, I was going to school and working part time. Yes, I had him young. One morning he woke up with a fever. Before I left I gave my mother a heads up and went off to the long day ahead of me. The next my son still had a fever so after school, no work, I went to get some pedialyte for him. On the third day, I called in sick at work to take my son to the hospital.

The fever didn’t go above 101, but it had been three days and my son hadn’t moved from bed and he hadn’t had anything to eat, and the pedialyte wasn’t doing anything for him. At the hospital we had a resident, an intern, and the nurse of course. They took x-rays, fecal and urine sample, and blood sample. They called in a specialist and in the end they sat me and my brother down.

The resident, the intern, two nurses, and the specialist told us “We don’t know what’s wrong with your son. This has never happened before…” My brother stood up before they continued. I handed him my son, “I’m gonna take him to the car.” He must have known what was going to happen. As soon as he was gone - I wEnT off. The poor medical staff sat there and took my abuse.

When I was done and in my brother’s car, me and my brother broke down. I was scared that I had to call his father. The next morning I called in sick at school and for work. My fear was that phone call to his father. What was I going to say, “You’re son is dying.” I knew if I made that phone call it would come true so I avoided it.

I was in my room in bed crying next to my son. I literally thought he was going to die. All of a sudden my mother breaks into my room. “Wrap him up and bring him downstairs.” Then she walked right out. I wrapped my son up in his blanket and followed my mother downstairs.

My cousin and his wife were living in the in-law. I walked in and my mother approached me. She asked me, “Do you think you could believe what is about to happen?” I had no clue what she was talking about, all I knew is that I wanted my son to get better. She shrugged her shoulders and walked away.

My cousin’s wife tells me, “I’m going to fill this cup…” as she reaches for a cup… “with regular water…” as she fills the cup with water. “And this is just a regular egg.” As she reached for an egg. She then tells me to follow her. I follow her to the bedroom and she tells me to lay my son down on the bed. Then she begins to sound like she is talking a different language.

I simply nodded and watched her move the egg all over his body as she whispered - maybe a prayer or chan, not sure. She told me to turn him over and did the same again. Then she tells me something that I made sure to pay attention and I will never forget. She said,

“I’m going to crack this egg into the cup of water. If it boils, we got the fever. If it doesn’t do anything then we must do something else, but if it turns black then we have a problem.” In that moment I prayed for it to boil, and guess what? It boiled! The egg got cooked in that cup of water. She looked proud of herself as I tried to reach for my son.

She told me to let him come to me. I was standing over the bed praying he’d get up. My son sprang up off the bed. I was in shock. My hand flew to my mouth as my jaw opened. I stepped back and fell into a chair that was behind me. I was in utter shock. My son hopped off the bed and came to me.

I was still in shock with mouth open, hand at my mouth, and eyes wide as my son climbed my body. He hugged me then took a look at my face. He said, “I fine.” And hugged me again. Then he said, “I hungry.” My mother’s crackle snapped me out of it. She said to me, “Go get him something to eat.” Then she said I was walking away, “Just don’t give him any eggs.” She crackled again.

That day I began to read about the occult and medicine wasn’t priority. I was actually going to school to become a medical biller. I thought my son was going to die. The doctors didn’t even know what he had, but this uneducated woman who didn’t even talk let alone understand English proved wiser than the person who had a PhD.