Ghost Talking To My Daughter

I'm a bit worried after talking to my daughter. I knew there was something in the house since moving in, as the TV in the kids room would turn on by itself when my younger daughter would be napping in her cot. No way she could get out and turn it on being so young too. This happened twice. 

Then Then one day I came home after going to the shop, my baby son was in his pram sleeping. For about 10 minutes on and off the pram kept rocking backwards and forwards by itself. It freaked me out and I showed my sister to come see who was in the other room. It carried on. I felt okay as I thought it's obviously friendly and just looking out for the kids. Then my daughter mentioned she hears her name being called at night very often and it wakes her up. That night my husband swears he heard a girl's voice calling my daughters name. He said it was very clear.

The next day I spoke to my daughter about what she had said to me the day before. She said it's a girl who calls her name most nights, she repeats herself calling her but she sees no one. She also said this person tells her off and says she is being naughty which apparently upsets my daughter as she says she's done nothing wrong.

Now this is really worrying me. She says she doesn't know who it is. I said to her ask them who they are then.

I've looked this up apparently you don't want to respond?! I'm going to have to tell her to ignore this now. My daughter is 5 this seems very scary to be going through and it does scare her. She said it's been happening for a while, since we been at this house for about a year and a half now.

Is this harmful? What are people's thoughts on this?

I want to move now... Will this stop this from happening?

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Garage Investigation

(To understand this story I'm going to tell you that, in addition to me, there were Jasper and AJ. Jasper was my best friend for several years, and I usually refer to him as my childhood best friend. We split because he was inviting a lot of negative energies into his life, and I felt like we were no longer compatible--but at this time AJ was his fiance. Both are male. Once AJ and I stopped associating with Jasper, we became best friends. I hope that's not too confusing.)

AJ and his family now live in Colorado, but less than a year ago they lived in a house that was something of a hot spot for paranormal activity (although, I personally believe that it was more about the land than the house itself). When he was a teenager and was dabbling with things he shouldn't have been dabbling with, AJ would feel watched, and sometimes smelled rotten eggs.

A few years back, when the house was very crowded, he set up his bedroom in the garage, but quickly found that he would hear footsteps from the room above it quite often. Shadow people were in abundance, and strange dreams that were sometimes bordering on the paranormal were scattered all throughout the time he spent there. Just a year or so ago he watched what appeared to be the spirit of his father (who had died in that house) walk around.

Now, you have to understand that by the time the two of them met, Jasper was already surrounded by a great deal of paranormal activity. When they moved in together at that house, the experiences only intensified. (Quick side note: If you're interested in reading a story related to Jasper that took place towards the beginning of his experiences, you can read Evil in the Corner.)

I believe that it all started a few years before that, when he found a blue stone that he was very attached to. Jasper always told me that some part of him felt something was "off" about the stone, but at the same time he couldn't get himself to leave it alone. I remember one time I did try to take it away from him, very casually. That night he hadn't been paying attention to it at all, and I remember being a bit creeped out when I slipped it in my pocket. As soon as he came back to the room he realized that the stone was gone, and accused me of hiding it. He hadn't been angry, exactly, but more hopeful that it would be that simple, and vaguely agitated. I did give it back to him.

After that I didn't think too much about the stone until after he moved in with AJ. He had sworn up and down, left and right, that he left the stone in Mississippi when he was packing, but found that it was there in Tennessee. I assumed he was either pulling my leg or had been mistaken, and AJ (who is fairly sensitive to energies) didn't pick anything up from it, so I wasn't very concerned.

It was spring break, and I was all set up to spend the week with the two of them. Within the first couple days, I woke up to find that Jasper was already awake, and staring at one of the windows. When I asked him what he was doing, he said that "it" was there, and described "its" presence as a swirling, shadowy orb. I remember that he said he felt as if though it was waiting to be invited inside.

That wasn't the first time "it" had made an appearance. It had a short history of essentially disguising itself as me (mostly by using my voice) around him, and at least from my own research into demonology that's never exactly a good sign.

That week was something of a ride. I think I remember only once or twice when AJ said that he could feel something, and I don't remember myself experiencing anything until it was closer to the end of the week. But Jasper was seeing the shadow fairly often, feeling chills, and feeling angry at completely random times.

By the end of the week, we noticed that, out of all the places, the garage seemed to be the most attractive to things that were paranormal. We decided to take a camera one night, sit in the garage, and essentially do an amateur's version of a paranormal investigation. If I'm being honest, I don't think I expected much, if anything, to happen.

We sat down at a table. I remember that AJ cast a circle around us, sprinkled salt, and told us that we were not to move outside of the circle until he removed it. I also remember that Jasper was being a bit of a douche and did, in fact, move outside of the circle once or twice.

We were sure to be as quiet as possible between questions. We asked things like "What is your name?" "What are you?" "What do you want?"

I want to be clear here and say that we didn't catch ANYTHING, and I honestly believe that that thing was doing whatever it could to ensure that we didn't get any "proof."

There were times when the camera would randomly go black, and then after a few moments the vision would come back on. It never, ever did anything like that prior to our visit to the garage, and it didn't do anything like that afterwards, either. I remember feeling so cold the entire time, and especially around Jasper's area. I remember hearing loud bangs and knocks that would sometimes come from corners, and other times come from outside of the garage [that said, we weren't able to tell if something mundane was causing it or not, which, though I consider that to be really possible, I also want to note that we never heard any sounds quite like that before or after that "investigation"]. There was one point where he pointed to an area that was between he and I and told us that it was there. I snapped around about seven or eight pictures of that area, but later on, when I went to look at the pictures, ALL of them had malfunctioned to where there appeared to be nothing but green lines. Once again, my camera NEVER did that before or after that point.

[I don't know a great deal about electronics, and don't know anything about how certain fields can mess with images / audio / video, but I've heard that this is possible. If you do know something about it, please feel free to comment! I will say that even going back to that garage, and snapping pictures in the same spot with the same camera, I still didn't get the same result.]

Once we were thoroughly freaked out, we decided to go back to the main house and try to go to bed. AJ closed the circle, and perhaps it was just my imagination, but as soon as he did I felt about three times as uneasy. We all joined hands and hurried back to the room. Jasper, who was always the most sensitive to that thing, said that he could feel it behind us--said that he could even hear it WALKING behind us. I know that I didn't hear anything, so I can't attest to that. It might have been his imagination, or he might have really been hearing it.

I don't remember anything happening that week after that, aside from perhaps creepy dreams.

The day after I left for home, Jasper told me that he chunked the stone into a neighbor's yard. He said that he felt a bit better afterwards, but within a few days the thing returned. So did the stone. As in, it was back to the exact same place it was before he threw it, as if he had never even moved it.

When he told me that I was very skeptical--but A.J., who is very possibly the most honest person I have ever even heard of, swore up and down that he seen Jasper get rid of it, and that Jasper would have had NO way of going out to get it between the times of when it was "gone" and the time when they re-discovered it.

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Brother-in-law

Good Evening to Everyone! I am new to this site. After reading to other's stories, I am inspired to write my own experience. My birthplace is Mumbai, And my family is also in Mumbai. In December 2016 I was in Kerala working as a teacher. One day as I was heading to hostel after finishing my school, I received a call from my mother, she told me that my brother-in-law died (cousin sis's husband, he was only in his 30's, he slipped in bathroom and died). I was shocked and cried in bus, I couldn't go to Mumbai as Exams were going on in school.

After 6 months I went to Mumbai.

One day, all my family members (my mother's family) planned to go for beach. We all decided we will meet in my sister's home as that was near to beach.

At 4pm in the evening we all came to my sister's place (it was first time I came to her place after brother-in-law died).

All were ready and they left the house, as I was about to leave, I saw a shadow going to bathroom. I thought it was my sister's son, so I waited for him to come out, so that we can go together.

As I was waiting out of bathroom my sister came from outside and asked me "For who are you waiting?"

I told her "For your son, he just went to bathroom".

She laughed and said "Come all are waiting for you outside".

But as I was insisting her to check bathroom once as I saw someone going inside, she opened the bathroom door and told me "see no one is there, now come we're late."

I told her "I saw a shadow going to bathroom"

To which she said, " Don't worry. It must be your brother-in-law, who came to visit you, as you were not there in his funeral."

I was shocked.

She said they experience his presence daily and nothing to worry about it.

Thanks for reading.

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Black Shadow With White Glowing Eyes

On Wednesday 24, 2018, it was like any other night for me. I was on my laptop writing a heartbreak story and I was also on my phone texting some of my friends. My room had no lights on, so it was really dark. At six pm I looked up from my laptop for some odd reason, and saw a black shadow with white glowing eyes looking at me from the end of my bed. I quickly grabbed my phone and turn on my flashlight. When I turn on my flashlight nothing was there. I checked out what can cause the white glowing eyes. I was thinking maybe the lights outside, because my bed is across from my window, but no cars were going by, no houses had lights on, and there were no street lights on.

After trying to debunk the white glowing eyes I went back doing what I was doing. For a while I didn't see the shadow, but at six-thirty pm I saw the black shadow with white glowing eyes looking at me again. This time he was right near my laptop, [my laptop was right near my feet was and I was in the middle of my bed] I took out my phone really quickly and put my flashlight on again. When I turn on my flashlight the second time nothing was there again. I usually don't get scared, but he scared me for some odd reason.

After I put on my flashlight the second time, I got up and turned on the lights in my room. I researched to see what the heck I saw, there was three stories on what I saw. The first story, a girl saw two black shadows with white eyes standing right in her doorway in her room, she was walking up the stairs when she saw them. Later on she went back up the stairs, her little brother was in her room, so she went in another room. She didn't see anything, but then the black shadow with white eyes popped up from the chair in the corner of the room, and in the second story another girl saw 1 black shadow with white eyes and horns in her room at the end of her bed, and the third story ANOTHER girl saw a black shadow with white eyes, but she woke up out of breath two times and after the second time she saw the black shadow at the end of her bed, he turn around and that's when she saw his white eyes.

All the story's have three things in common. The first thing in common is the girls were teenagers at the time and I am a teenager now, the second thing in common is we all saw a black shadow with white eyes, even though the black shadow I saw had white glowing eyes, it still had white eyes, and the third thing in common is that it happened in bed rooms.

If you have any clue on what the heck I saw that night please comment on this and tell me, so I know what I am dealing with. Thank you and have a goodnight, good morning, or afternoon.

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Child's Footprint In The Well

This event happened when I was in Grade 6, I think. We are playing with the other kids, one early evening outside our house. We tend to play until 9-10 pm during weekends. We were having fun when suddenly I felt that I needed to pee. I don't get scared easily and and I'm so hyper of playing at that time, so I went alone and since I want to get back to playing as soon as possible I decided to pee at the back of our house, in the our backyard near the well so I can easily fetch water and wash it out. When I was pulling the cover off the well (a well that has a square shape top) I did not notice anything yet, but when the light coming from the post hit the right side of the well and when I was about to grab the rope to fetch water I saw something that made me freeze.

I saw footprints of mud the size of a newly born baby would make! It is coming from inside the wall and ended at the top. It has been dry already and the right side outside of the wheel is a mini garden of my cousin. I stared at the footprints for a moment and then looked at the plants beside the well then I took off as soon as possible. I did not care to close the well anymore because I ran already. When I was back with them, I told nobody because we are having fun playing, especially older ones because I might be scolded for peeing near the well and not closing it.

I was thinking about it until now and am very puzzled. It is not a secret anymore because I told my cousins, but that is when we were older. They did acknowledged it because they have their own experiences. Please let me know if you have anything to say about this event. Thank you.

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I Think My House Is Haunted, I Don't Know What To Do Anymore Update

So to start off, thank you so much for everyone who replied to my last post. It honestly was extremely helpful. After I read all the comments I went to my father and asked him about everything you guys said. He helped me pray over my room -etc- For a while things started to calm down, I wasn't uneasy all of the time anymore and I could actually sleep without something waking me up but...

Some strange things are happening again, I'll give a little background before I go into it.

I have depression and anxiety so I'll go on a walk with my dog (yellow lab) every night and almost every morning to help my mood. Usually around 11pm and 4am. Nothing strange has ever happened. I'm always calm and not frightened at all. (I also live on farm land so basically all my neighbors have chickens or horses.)

But about two or three days ago I went at around 2:30 AM because I couldn't sleep. When I did, I was about half way down my road when all of a sudden my dog went crazy, she was barking at something in the middle of the street whilst I couldn't see anything but the road ahead of me. She has never gone crazy like that unless there are other dogs out.

After that, I decided to just head home. When I turned around and started walking, the horses my neighbors owned started going crazy as well, I looked back and checked on them.

They weren't there.

Once again, I start heading home when I turned around the neighbors dogs started barking and howling. But, not at me. They were all at the other side of the fence as if something was with them?

When I got home I just sat at my desk playing video games as per usual, I left my door cracked open this time though. It was about an hour later when all of a sudden I feel this extreme weight on my chest? I guess that's the right way to put it, but it got hard to breath. I looked over at my door and it was just complete darkness... When just a moment ago the hallway light was on... I stood up, went to my door and once I did, there was no weight on my chest and I could see the hallway light again.

Ever since that night, my dog has not left my side. She comes with me everywhere.

Yesterday I went into the kitchen to get some food (it was around midnight or 1AM) my dog was asleep so she didn't come to the kitchen until I made noise, when she walked down the hall and got into the living room, she wouldn't stop growling. I walked in there and once I did she turned to me and stopped growling.

Do you guys have any advice on this?

Because honestly I don't know if I'm just being paranoid or something is actually there.

I have one more thing before I end this.

About two weeks ago, I was in a call with some friends playing video games (etc) and I randomly just hear this breathing and the right side of my neck got hot like someone was breathing on it.

I also always have a fan on me because of my rooms messed up air conditioning but, every time I'm at my desk, I'll just feel the air stop pointing at me but not like the fan moved or stopped working, it didn't. It was like something was standing in front of it. And once again as soon as I stood up it worked again.

The breathing that I mentioned in my previous post also has gotten worse. I'll wake up to someone just breathing right next to me or I'll be watching a video and I'll hear an extremely loud breathing in my ear.

Okay, sorry this one is so long but, I tried to make it detailed this time.

Thank you

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The Spinning Man- Need Advice

I decided to write this story, not to try freak anyone out or to share the experience but to actually get advice and help. About 3 months ago my partner, my 2 step sons and I moved house. For the first month nothing was out of the ordinary in our new home but after the first month my eldest step son who is 8 years old started having some very scary nightmares.

I didn't really pay attention to the things he would say because I thought it was just his imagination going wild in a new place.

He would complain about seeing a figure in a dark corner of his room and seeing a green light move around his room at night. I thought he spent too much time staring at his ipad and maybe his eyes were playing up. I would explain and reassure him every night.

Within the last month things have seemed to escalate. When my step son comes home from school he goes straight to his room and closes the door and stays there for hours if I let him, he won't allow people in and gets angry when his little brother tries to enter. He complains about sore legs constantly.

He gets upset over the smallest things and will throw tantrums. This is unusual behavior for him.

I work on the weekends and the boys sleepover at grandma's because the hours I work are long hours, late nights and early mornings.

My 8yr old has also started saying that when he wakes at night there is a man on his floor spinning in circles, and that there is a little girl in his closet sometimes. There is also a man in our house with an axe.

I have figured that this man that spins on the floor is the reason why he doesn't get out of bed to wake me anymore, like he used to when he was scared at night.

He used to love coming home after a weekend at grandma's but this weekend he was upset and the only way I could get him home without taking him kicking and screaming was to promise him that he didn't have to sleep in his room again, both the boys are sleeping in my room now.

My little sister is 21, she visited our house for a few weeks and complained about sleep paralysis multiple times a week. She was afraid to sleep alone and at times would only sleep during the day when I could keep an eye on her.

Now here's where it gets creepier.

Today I was at grandma's, we used to live there and our neighbor started a conversation with grandma while I was convincing my 8yr old to come home.

Grandma started talking to the neighbor about some of the things my 8yr old sees and explained that's why he doesn't want to come home.

The neighbor then told us that her daughter used to experience very similar things. She was seeing a man and a little girl in their house. She would say that something was on her chest at night and that something was biting and pinching her when she was in bed at night.

She would complain that her legs were sore and when her mother slept with her she (the mum) would wake up with scratches on her face.

The neighbor got help and was told the two entities were just one entity, a man manifesting as a little girl to seem less intimidating to her daughter. They cleansed their house and the bad energy.

So I have many questions.

Where does the bad energy go? Can it just latch on to the next person and follow them?

How do I get rid of what's in my house? Could it be the same thing my old neighbors had?

Where do I find the stuff I need to get rid of it?

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Great Aunts' House And Other Ghosts

I grew up visiting great aunts whose brother died in the house. His room would stay ice cold no matter how hot the rest of the house was, and they kept this house sweltering hot all year round! This is the house where cabinet doors that were stuck came swinging open at me. That was my 1st encounter with other the supernatural and it scared the living $@@$ out of me! I was 13 or so at the time and I'm now 43 so I've learned a lot since then.

When my grandmother died she visited me and I literally walked her to Heaven's gates. My dad up until he died never believed me. My mom on the other hand did. She saw the same things I did in my great aunts' house. They were her aunts.

When I had open heart surgery 3 1/2 years ago (after my dad died) I heard his voice tell me everything was going to be ok. I was wide awake. People have tried to tell me I was asleep and dreaming. No. I wasn't. I was awake as I am right now.

I have had someone sit on the side of my bed several times since then. The house I live in now has had 3 people, that I know of, die in it. One was like a grandmother to me and one was my godfather. It is either when awake or it wakes me up and you can literally see an indentation where someone has sat down. My dog and cat also look into corners for minutes on end, when nothing is there. Animals can sense spirits before we can. My dog has barked at things not there.

My godmother who lives in the other half of the house, I live in, and I heard just a couple of days ago what sounded like my husband call my name 3 or 4 times. H is gravely ill so I went running to make sure he was ok. He had been asleep and did not call me. Less than a week before that I felt someone playing with my hair then gently tug on it several times as I was as trying to go to sleep. Again I asked my husband what he was doing. He had his back to me sawing logs! Again, he was asleep.

I have been to Old Salem outside of Senatobia, MS several time. I have a friend who will never go back there with me due to what we felt and saw. The 1st time I went by myself and thought maybe it was just my mind playing tricks on me since I had heard the stories of it being haunted.

Then I took my mom (now remember all of my trips were in the 90s before everyone had cell phones lol!) and yes, my mom knows I went and has had many haunted experiences growing up. If anyone is a believer it's HER. She also saw shadow figures and ghosts walking around the graveyard.

When I took two friends one being the guy who won't go back we all 3 felt cold spots on a hot humid southern night, again saw a shadow figure and he was in the back seat and his sister was in the front seat and I was driving. His sister and I at the same time felt hands start at the top of our heads and go down our necks to our shoulders (my left her right) to which we both accused her brother in the back seat which he could not have reached both of us at the same time sitting directly behind me. I had an old boat of a car not a small one where he could have reached both of us.

I have been back a couple of more times but not recently. The old church which became a Satanic worshippers spot has since been torn down but it is still at hot bed of paranormal activity. Anyone want to go back with me? And this time armed with cell phones and cameras.

I am awaiting my next visit!

Our Old House At Marikina City

Now, I'm going to tell you my ghostly and other experiences at our old house in Marikina City, Philippines. From my previous post about "The Three Black Men on the Roof", that was our own house for almost 2 decades but my father sold it way back 1997, and the 10 years of my life happened on that house. (I miss that house).

I will describe to you the structure of the house. That house was a semi-bungalow with no upper floor. The lot was a perfect square shape and the front was facing west. Divide the land in half, the left side was made of two rooms as an apartment for rent and the right side was ours. The door of first apartment was facing west and there's a window on the front. The second room which was located at the back part of the house was smaller than the first room. The door was facing south, so there was a way from front yard of the first apartment to the second which was also the boundary of our neighbor.

Next on the second apartment was a vacant lot with a small tree (I forgot what kind of tree is that). On that vacant lot you will see the Kamias tree and our neighbor I mentioned on my first story.

Our house was divided into 2 rooms which was equally the same size of the combined first and second apartment. We have a balcony on the front which was also our receiving area if we have visitors (at that time, I love planting and my mother allowed me to put my plants on that balcony). The door was facing west and if you enter the first room was consist of living room on the left and bedroom on the right. The divider of the living room and bedroom was a big silk curtain. There was an altar on opposite of the door so if you enter the house, even if you're still outside, the first thing that you would see is our altar. Beside the altar on the left was the door for the second room which were the dining room, the kitchen and another bed for our visitor were located. On the opposite corner was a window where you will see the backyard, the Kamias tree, the vacant lot and our neighbor; and another door for the bathroom. The bathroom, at that time, was also the bathroom for our tenants. There was also a door on the bathroom that connected to the backyard for our tenants.

When I was growing, I heard many ghostly stories on our street. Mostly of that stories happen on our house, our neighbor on the left side, the neighbor at the back and our neighbor at the opposite of the street which had the most number of trees on their yard.

One story was when one of neighbor walk at night to buy something to eat. He passed on our house but when he returned, he notice an old man standing inside the first apartment on the window wearing a barong tagalog (a formal wear here in the Philippines usually wear by a man on a wedding or in burial). On that time, our tenant on the first apartment had a grandfather who passed away before that sightings happened.

Another story was a white lady was seen in the tree that I forgot the name of, near the second apartment. The tenants on the second apartment usually have light outside their door. But one night it suddenly blinked and turned off. Then they tried to fix it, but when they went outside, they saw a white silhouette of a lady floating beside the tree. When morning comes, they told what happen to my parents and they decided to cut down the tree. I don't know why.

In the middle of the night, I once heard someone reading or turning the page of a book. Our altar of that time has a St. Niño, a Virgin Mary, Joseph and a child Jesus, then a Bible on the side. Our bedroom and the living room are separated by a silk curtain and the double deck bed position side-by-side.

I was in grade school on that time. I was lying on the lower part while my brother on top. We were sleeping lights off that time then suddenly I woke up hearing a turning page. I tried to figure out who it is and to see where the sound coming from. When the book turned the page again, I heard that the sound came from the altar where the Bible was. I freaked out and move without noise. I get my blanket and covered my whole body. Even that I'm aware of what's happening, the sound continued on turning pages until I got to sleep again. I never told to my family this story.

When that house already sold, we moved to another house near the river. The two apartments have tenants on that time and they were left in the house. The tenant on the second apartment told us a story when she's going to take a bath. It was day time, when she's near the door outside, the window on the kitchen suddenly opened but no one inside. She got some courage to look inside and she finds out a rattle snake that can eat a big chicken is sleeping in our kitchen. She's freaked out and returns to their room to call her daughter to accompany her in the bathroom.

Well, this is too long to read so I need to cut my story. My next story will be my exposure on paranormal activity that my parents did. When we were living on that old house my parents were faith healers on that time.

See you and thanks for reading.

Battle At Greasy Grass Aka Little Big Horn

I was traveling to Billings, Montana from the Pine Ridge Reservation in South Dakota, to catch a flight. I had been camping and hiking solo for 3 weeks at this point and didn't realize I was going to drive past the Battle of the Greasy Grass, otherwise known as the Battle of Little Big Horn.

It was just over an hour before the gates closed and I didn't need to be in Billings until the next evening, so I decided to stop in before looking for a campground closer to Billings. I walked around the graveyard and thought, "wow, this is it." I then went to the visitors center and was told I could drive down a long road to view the places where battles happened and that there would markers where native people and calvary men were buried.

I still had about 45 minutes so I took off in my rental to the first overlook. As I walked up, I had my head down looking at the ground, stepped up off of the curb and onto the overlook before looking out onto the beautiful rolling hills. But what I see is a battle happening right in front of me.

Native people on foot, calvary on horseback and on foot. Both had guns but natives also had bows. It startled me and I shook my head, similar to a wet dog, and it all disappeared. I thought whoa what the heck was that, but then just forgot about it as I checked out the markers and looked out over the hills. I've come to realize that things happen to me and I don't take it all too seriously.

I got back in the rental to go to the next overlook. I had my head down until I reached the overlook and I saw another battle happening, not the same as the first, and then it just dissipated in a matter of a minute or so. I had time to go to one more overlook before they closed the gates and the same thing happened.

So I'm really intrigued now and find a place to camp nearby so that I can return.

I waiting at the gates before they opened. I continued to go to all of the 12 overlooks and saw different battles at each one.

I still had a little time before I needed to head to Billings so I decided to walk the little nature trail behind the visitor center.

I love to photograph snakes (especially rattlers) and wildflower, among other creatures in our natural world. So I take the walk looking for rattlers and photographing wildflowers.

As I walk down the path, it was as if I hit a brick wall that was not there. I could not walk further and I thought, "there are dead people everywhere." But then I looked around and did not see any markers so I said to myself that I was just being foolish and then continued the walk.

When I got to the end of the trail there was a kiosk that said that the deadliest of all battles was fought here and there are bodies everywhere. Because of the terrain they were not excavated.

I have not had an opportunity to return but I would like to one day to see if this happens again and take better note of the battles.

I often have experiences on native land and spoke to an elder about this who said that I am supposed to share these experiences about native people to kind of close a gap of understanding between natives and others. This occurred in 2007.

Tricksters At Night

Hey, its my first time here and I would love to share this for others to be aware that they are everywhere and can appear at any time. This particular experience occurred last August of this year in our own living room. Our living room had an airconditioning unit hence my sister and I would sleep there with folding mattresses while the door to my parents bedroom is to be left opened-to save electricity and stuff. It happened when I was the only one awake at 1 am to finish my project in programming. I was about done when something caught my eye in the distance. It- they were small and were moving. But I ignored it because maybe it was just insects. I closed my laptop and turned off the light and went to the sofa. It was quite creepy in my perspective because the lights were out and we had high ceilings, plus the transparent sliding door- to separate the living room and the dining area, was very clear to my eyesight. It was still relaxing because of the soft comforters with the blasting cold air from above.

I closed my eyes, but after a few minutes I was awoken by the sound of laughter- from little people. I can distinguish it because of their different pitch. It stopped and I continued to sleep. But the next thing, I was awoken by something or someone gently placed his hands to my neck, like it was choking me. I saw three black people, laughing. I finally caught a grip and they vanished.

I told my mom the next day and she too had the same experience a long time ago. She said that they are little people (Elves/duendes) residing in our house. They brought good charms to our family way before I was born. Like one time, my mom found a folded 1000-peso bill inside the toilet bowl. Yes they were the reasons to my family's success, but they were also mischievous. Loving to play, especially when the people in the house are about to sleep.

Growing Up In The Rocks, Sydney,

My name's Karl. I'm 28. And this is a little story from Trinity Ave in the Rocks Sydney; a story that I without knowing shared with my older brother. As a young kid from around the age of 3 onwards I grew up in the Rocks down in Sydney, and I remember as a kid seeing figures and well really weird things there; such as dark hands coming out of my grandmother's laundry window, or waking up to what I thought was maybe my brother or someone sitting on the side of my bed. I can't forget the active noises sounding like someone was in the surrounding rooms, which almost all the houses around the Rocks that I been inside of had ghostly presents inside of them. Like you could always feel that something was there like you're being watched.

The thing that seemed to stand out the most was when I was seeing the footprints that slowly disappeared as they walked up the hallway at night time. Back then I never thought much of it then as I thought it was normal. When I got older I started to think about it now realizing what spooky things I was seeing.

Then one day many years after moving out of the Rocks, I was with my older brother who's a year older and my mum talking about the spooky things we saw and felt there living in the Rocks, Sydney As we got into this discussion a little more suddenly out of nowhere my brother mentioned the footsteps up the hallway and described the exact thing I remember seeing, which freaked me because it was the first time he or I ever said anything about it, now covered in goosebumps we just sorta stared at each other not knowing what to think of it.

Well I hope you enjoyed one of my many short stories I have to share.

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Where Did My Sandles Go?

I usually put my sandles near the French doors that link up with my balcony. That way when I go on the balcony in the mornings and afternoon's to have my coffee outside they are handy. I've been putting them in the same spot ever since I've been in this unit/flat. I have lots of shoes, but these but these particular sandals are easy to slide into and easy to slide off so they stay at the French doors 24/7.

Yesterday I mopped the floors, vacuumed the unit, did the breakfast dishes and took the bin downstairs and put it in the big bin at the bottom of the driveway. I put my sandals on when I went downstairs.

I came back upstairs and took off my sandals and left them in the usual place near the French doors. I made a coffee and put my soapies on.

15 minutes later or so when I walked to the French doors to look outside I noticed my sandals weren't there. I went from room to room looking for them. I was completely baffled. They weren't anywhere.

Finally I opened the front door and there they were outside my front door. I know I didn't leave them there. It's not something I do. I have a shoe rack in my bedroom and put all my shoes on that except those particular sandals.

So how did they get there? Why were they at the front door?

The TV changes channels, I've seen a really scary hag here and Steven the ghost and now this.

Perhaps I left them there and blanked it out from my memory or perhaps not. Who knows. All I know is strange things happen in this flat. It is possible I left them there, I just don't remember doing it.

His Face Was Stretched

This particular incident requires a little family back story, so please stay with me and my apologies for any missing details. My mother's family suffered a great loss during the civil war in El Salvador. Many have heard of the death squads that targeted civilians. My grandfather was a victim.  It's hard to talk about with my mom or her siblings. And asking my grandmother is a no-no - I would never bring myself to ask her; I doubt any of cousins would dare to either. From what I have been able to piece together it seems that somehow one of these squads thought my grandfather had been passing information to the Salvadoran government/military. One night they banged on the front door of the family home, demanded he come out, accused him of passing information, and murdered him in front of the whole family. My mother and her siblings were all various ages (toddler to teenager). This is the one defining event for my mother's side of the family, and none have ever sought out any kind of counseling for what they saw and experienced. All the siblings have a portrait of my grandfather in their homes and a necklace with a pendant of his picture. My mom has his picture in her bedroom - it is something I've seen my whole life and my now wife has seen since we started dating.

I believe it was summer of 2005 or 2006. My parents bought a house in Elizabeth, NJ. A two family home with 4 floors. At the time a family of three was renting the first floor. The 2nd floor had our bathroom, living room, kitchen, and my mother's room. There was a narrow staircase in my mom's room that led to the attic where my room and my sister's room were located.

It must have been passed 11pm on a Saturday night when my now wife and I got home. My sister and mother were out Lord knows where. My dad was working the graveyard shift at his factory job that weekend. The family on the first floor had already turned in for the night. My now wife hit the restroom first and then it was my turn.

I was brushing my teeth when she came back to the bathroom. She was shaking bad and she was scared real bad. I asked her what was wrong and she said that she saw someone at the top of the stairs when she was going up to my bedroom. I rinsed my mouth out and went to the staircase to take a look myself. She was right behind me clinging to my shoulder, still visibly shaken. There was nothing to see when I got there. I asked her to describe who she saw and even now, 10+ years later, it gives me the chills and a bad case of goosebumps. She said that the male at the top of the stairs had a white elongated face with black eyes. And then she hit me with a bombshell - she said it looked like the man in the framed portrait by my mom's bed. It looked like my long deceased Abuelito Abraham.

We didn't see or hear anything else that night, but I was uneasy. There was a lot of emotional turmoil those days and there were a lot more experiences at that house. I never told my mother what we saw - I didn't think and still don't think it would be wise.

Room 201

The story happened in Vietnam last 2013, I'm from Philippines and was expatriated to Vietnam. Our company was located at Binh Duong province part of Ho chi Minh City. Since I don't want any hassle going to work daily, I decided to stay near to where I work. We found a nice house to stay. The house was located in almost at the center of the city proper, near the malls, grocery stores, bars and restaurants. So, it's not a quiet and boring place.

During the first 3 months staying at house everything was normal. Good ambience, cold AC, water is good, everything is perfect. Then one normal night came, I was alone in the house and doing normal things that I did. I was watching some movies and suddenly I heard a crying lady. At first I thought it came from outside the house, but the sound is getting louder and nearer. I ignore it first because I don't really believe on those things. Then fortunately the crying disappear.

Days came and the experienced never happened again, until one stormy night and I was again alone in the house. I was in my room trying to sleep. I have fallen asleep, then I have this dream that someone is trying to cover my face, I cannot recognize who it was or is it a boy or a girl. Then fortunately I have opened my eyes and woke up. Nobody was in the room, so concluded that it was just a dream. I was scared and couldn't sleep, so I decided to turn on my MP3 and played some music. When I was about to sleep (half sleep, half awake), someone was coming and approaching my location and it's clear that it's a lady wearing a long white gown. I couldn't recognized her face and she's trying to cover my face again in a way that I couldn't breathe. It felt like I was paralyzed, fortunately I have gained my consciousness. But when I woke up the music was still playing but I couldn't understand the lyrics. The melody was familiar but the lyrics is different. I just then realized that the music was played reversed. After realizing the situation I immediately run outside the house without hesitation and anything in my mind. I called a friend living nearby and ask him to stay with them for a night.

After that night, I decided to transfer to another house. While I was loading my things to the cab, a local and a neighbor approached me. I told them that I'm transferring, because of the experienced that I had. Then they told me a very scary story that have happened in the house. They told me that the daughter of the owner of the house committed a suicide 3 years ago, and they often see daughter's ghost at my room's balcony.

Burnt Soldier

My experience of seeing a ghost happened around 15 years ago now, but I can still remember it like it was yesterday. I was 15 years old at the time and I was still living at my parents' house. There was absolutely nothing spooky about their house at all, it was very modern in a newly built up area, nothing to suggest that any hauntings would take place. In my bedroom, my bed faced the door which looked out onto our landing. One night around midnight I woke up and gazed towards my bedroom door and I saw a dark figure stood there.

At first I wasn't sure if I was imagining it but the more I focused on it, the clearer it seemed to get and I knew it wasn't my imagination. It was a tall gentleman and he was wearing what looked like to be an old British army trench coat. He was also wearing a helmet, so I guessed that he must have been a Solider. I didn't feel scared, in fact, I can remember feeling emotionless and very calm. He was stood at a slight angle, so I could only see the side of his face which looked very badly burnt and his head was swaying very slowly, it looked like he was in pain. I can't remember how long I was looking at him for, but I eventually drifted back to sleep.

The next morning, I told my Mum and she looked shocked. She told me that my Dad always says that he sees a burnt solider on the landing or on our stairs. My dad has never mentioned this to anyone else and it isn't something that he would make up or joke about.

I have since moved out and live with my husband and children. I recently asked my Dad if he still sees George (the nickname we gave him) and he replied that he hasn't seen him since I moved out.

Loud Upstairs neighbors

For anyone with loud upstairs neighbors
"My sister and that i were staying at associate degree previous, historic edifice in middle of obscurity MT. The building had been in use since the 1800s. My sister loves this place and has frequented it repeatedlyover the years.

I was maintained all night by somebody pacing around on the hardwood floors within the area higher thanours. Drove Maine crazy.

In the morning, I asked my sister however she may sleep through it and she or he told Maine that the upstairs of the building accustomed be a dance hall, however currently it's carpeted and empty. The edificeemployees confirmed that no-one was up there and moreover, if they were, i would not have detectedheels on hardwood floor.

Weeeiiiird.” - Kristi

The Time I Died Twice

My liver had been deteriorating for many years and I was eventually informed by my specialist that I would need a new liver. I was briefed by "the transplant team", on all facets of the procedure, including the typical waiting time, false starts, the eight-hour operation and lengthy recovery.

Early on a July morning in 2017, Jubeele received the call for us to make our way to the hospital. We were informed not to "get our hopes up" as the donor organ might be unsuitable for transplant. But to my surprise, it was not long before I was saying goodbye to Jubeele and they wheeled me into the operating theater.

After many weird dreams, I woke up to the smiling faces of Jubeele and the medical staff. Why were they all smiling? Well, it was now two weeks after the operation during which I had developed a high fever that they could not explain or treat. Over the following weeks, I was told by Jubeele and the intensive care nurses of all the crazy things that I said and tried to do during that initial fortnight. Honestly, if I had a clipboard and notepad, I could have "ticked off" each weird dream I had, with what they were recounting.

All except the first dream, which had been very vivid and left a lasting impression on me. This dream or rather experience was different, particularly after the surgeon told me that I had in fact died twice during the operation and to "take things easy" during my recovery. I had heard of the term "Near Death Experience" (NDE) but it has only been during the last nine months that I have learned more about this subject.

This is what I recall.

I was being transported on a bed or gurney through white French Doors into a large room. The light filtering into the room had an orange tinge, like there was a dust storm outside. Behind me, I could hear Jubeele pleading with somebody that I needed help.

This person kept repeating that "I should not be here, and I must leave". The male voice was familiar to me. The message was delivered in a calm, controlled and neutral tone.

I realized that I had stopped moving. There were no bumps or sounds, just the conversation behind me, with Jubeele's tone getting more frantic.

I was now getting annoyed, so I tried to get off the bed to turn around and "eyeball" this person. But I couldn't move my legs. I looked down and realized I had a huge hole in my right-hand side, just under the ribs. There was no blood or pain.

I looked around and saw that the room was filled with other injured people on stretchers, gurneys and beds all looking down at themselves with blank looks on their faces. It looked something like the triage in M*A*S*H but with nobody looking after them; no blood, no dressings, no sound and everyone bathed in the orange light.

The scene struck me as being like a waiting room or airport departure lounge. Suddenly, I had this urge to leave this place. I tried to call Jubeele, but no words came out.

A warm feeling came over me and the room faded away, leaving only the orange light. I did not remember any more...

I can accept this episode as a delirious dream, just as easily as I can look on it as a Near Death Experience. The difference is that a dream can be laughed off and fade away with time. This experience has been so profound that it continues to come back and disturb me with questions.

* Who was the person that was talking to Jubeele and why did he sound so familiar?

* What was the nature of the warm feeling and was it related to me leaving this place or ending the dream?

Strange, but I have experienced this warm feeling before. It was over twenty years ago when I was told that my eldest brother had succumbed to liver cancer and passed away. At that moment, I could feel myself falling to pieces but then felt a warm, calming glow envelop me, along with the knowledge that he was released from a world of pain and in a better place.

In the wash-up, was "big brother" or a guardian looking after me (again) or was this all a dream?

The Three Black Men On The Roof

I don't know how to start this but I know this site since 2015. I just reading stories here and this is the first time I'm going to post my own story. I have learned that there are two possible way to have a natural "third eye". First is if this is a gift to you since birth and second, if you could experience a near-to-death situation.

My family on my mother side have this ability but I have encountered a near-to-death experience when I was a 2 years old. I accidentally stub my left eye of the antennae of our television way back 1989 (you know TV on that year. It was a box with two metal stick behind as the antennae). So my paranormal experiences started when I was a small kid.

I don't know exactly what happen but my family told me the story.

In our old house at Marikina City, Philippines, we have 2 sets of double deck in our room. One is for my sisters and the other one is for me and my brother. We are six siblings in the family, 4 girls and 2 boys. The double deck we used by my brother was located in a wall with a window. That window is near the top bed of the double deck so if you going to sleep on top, you can open that window to ventilate your self. If the window is open, you will see outside the backyard of our house and the house of our neighbor with a Kamias tree in middle of their yard and ours.

Here's the story, one night they tried me to sleep on the top portion of the double deck with my brother. I am 3 or 4 years old on that time. I laid beside the wall with the window and my brother is on the other side. They don't know what happen but I accidentally opened the window. I woke up and tried to closed again the window but I accidentally turn my sight outside. I saw these three men standing on the roof of our neighbor wearing long black dress. Their arms stretch side ways like a cross and they staring at me. When I saw it, I quickly close the window and put my pillow on the window to avoid of opening.

After that incident I suffered from illness and I always telling them about what I saw. They didn't tell me how I get well but they always asking me about the three black men. Well, I don't know the answer because I'm just a kid back then.

I will tell you the story about our old house in Marikina on my next post and my other ghost stories.

Thanks for reading.

Grandma Visiting Me In My Dreams

This is my first time publishing one of my stories on here although I've always been a fan of reading stories on this website for years. I'm going to try to explain everything as much as possible. So back in 2006 my family and I lost our grandma. It was extremely difficult for me because I had grown up with her and we shared a room together so that way I can make sure she was still breathing during the night as she was only able to breathe through her oxygen tank. When she passed I was only 8 years old and at the time I didn't know what death was but somehow I knew that she was gone.

Fast forward when I turned 15. I had never had any dreams of my grandma until then. One night in my dream, I had received a phone call and when I answered, it was a woman whose voice I didn't recognize. When I asked who it was, all it said was "don't tell me you forgot about me already?" and in that instant I knew it was her. I woke up in tears as I had been crying in my dream. The next day I told my mom what happened and she couldn't help but cry and said maybe she felt like I forgot her (which couldn't possibly happen.)

After a few years I had another dream which I don't clearly remember but all I can recall is that she walked into the room and I couldn't believe it was her. I was crying with my head on her lap while she was caressing my hair and I was telling her that I missed her.

Now let's fast forward to this year on the night before my 20th birthday. I dreamt that I was inside a room with my mom and apparently it was my grandma's room with her things inside. I was a little sad because I knew she was gone. While on the bed, I looked over my shoulder and saw my grandma was laying down next to me. I was so in shock that I burst into tears and she smiled at me. I was hugging her and telling her that I missed her everyday. I felt so at peace with her there. And just like that I woke up. I noticed every time I woke up I felt so much sadness in my heart.

The next day while my boyfriend and I were driving to my parent's house for my birthday dinner, I explained my dream to him and he said "Babe, your grandma came to visit you on your birthday." I hadn't thought about that until then which gave me the chills and made me get so teary eyed. I genuinely believe my grandma came to visit me that night and perhaps even thinks that I forgot about her. Thank you for reading.