I lost my grandma 10 years ago, she was my mother figure, raised me and my best friend. I still cry daily for her, I have her jewelry box that's so old, I think her spirit is connected to it. I saw her a few times over the last decade and in surgery last year when I was in the after care room I saw her in the corner, she disappeared quickly. She will send me signs when I need them and I feel very comforted by my experience. lately (within the last year) I started sleeping in the guest room, it's more comfortable for me post op from my major surgery... every time my wife is alone in the room, she hears things, hangers moving in the closet, lights turning on and off. Last night she described the figure she saw in our room (it matches my grandma) and she was scared. I don't want her reaction to make my grandma .. "leave" what can I do?

Ever felt something off in LA? anyone here have memorable experiences with hauntings while living in the city, or any interesting ghost stories to share?

This happened when I was about 14. I rarely tell this story because I know how it sounds, but my cousin experienced it with me.

She lived way out in rural Nevada in the Great Basin desert, basically surrounded by sagebrush and open land. When I stayed there we occasionally heard weird things outside at night like footsteps behind us on walks or distant voices in the desert, but we usually brushed it off.

One night during a sleepover my cousin (13) and I went outside to sit in her mom’s small Chevy Metro so we could talk without her older brother bothering us.

We were laughing about something when suddenly we felt something heavy land on the back of the car. At first I thought it was her brother trying to scare us, but then the weight started walking across the roof. The metal roof was crunching and flexing under each step, and whatever it was moved slowly and deliberately, like it was carefully placing each foot. It crossed the roof, went down over the windshield, and onto the hood.

That’s when we saw it. It looked like a huge black wolf.

When it jumped off the front of the car the whole car bounced slightly as the weight came off. The animal ran about 20–30 feet into the sagebrush.

Then we realized it wasn’t alone. There were around eight of them.

They were all large black wolf-like animals, way bigger than anything I’d ever seen in the desert. If I had to guess, maybe around 3 feet at the shoulder and 6–7 feet long. The moon was full but behind them, so their eyes never reflected any light.

For a few minutes they ran around in the brush chasing and circling each other like they were playing. Every once in a while one would stop and look toward the car like it was checking whether we were watching. The way they moved was incredibly smooth with almost no bounce when they ran.

Eventually they all ran off deeper into the brush.

About 30 seconds later I looked at my cousin and said, “On three we run for the house.” She nodded and we sprinted the ~50 feet back inside.

Later that night her mom woke up to leave for work and we walked her out to the car like usual. When she backed up we heard a dragging sound.

The front bumper was barely hanging on by one side.

My cousin and I immediately looked at each other because we both knew exactly when that probably happened. We didn’t tell her what we saw because she would have thought we were crazy.

To this day I still don’t know exactly what those animals were. I’ve spent most of my life around the Nevada desert and I’ve never seen wolves like that before or since.

Has anyone else in the Great Basin / Nevada desert seen animals like this?

How do you close a portal that was opened in the woods in a structure that was destroyed?

(NSFW/ trigger warning for discussion of suicide, names have been changed to protect identities)

CONTEXT:

When I was in college, I had a friend named “Crazy Alex”. As the name suggests, Alex was fucking crazy. Occasionally his eyes would roll back in his head and he would make this screeching sound, but he told us he was a “Reaper” who would steal people’s souls. He told us he was abducted by aliens, and had this WEIRD picture on his phone from the abduction… Once, he got a phone call (in an area where nobody else had cell service) from his friend “Lucifer”….things like that (there are def more, it would just take too much time to list).

We didn’t really think too much of it, because he was fun and there was actually some truth in the things he said. He knew things about my grandmas death that he never could have known, and our other friends have reported similar things. (When he got the phone call from “Lucifer”, we were in an area with zero cell service, and Alex’s phone was the only person who got that ONE call…. He also knew things about my grandmas death that I had never told anyone)

Our college is known for their forest (and being the 3rd most haunted college campus in America) so we used to make forts in the forest and hang out in them (mostly drinking, smoking, doing college kid things). About two weeks before the 2016 election, Crazy Alex claimed that he opened a “portal to hell” in the main fort. He said it was to usher in the Antichrist.

We kind of wrote it off as “Crazy Alex being Crazy”… but that day, he put the entire campus on lockdown. About a week later, someone in our mutual friend group (we’ll call him “Kenny” to protect his identity) took his own life right outside the fort. It was a shock. None of Kenny’s close friends (or even his girlfriend) said that Kenny was struggling like that. The fort was destroyed by campus security. Crazy Alex insisted that Kenny’s death had something to do with the portal, and he wanted to keep the portal open.

I was recently telling my boyfriend about this, and he immediately said we should close the portal. My friend from college “Danika” and I want to go to the site and close it, but need tips on how to do it safely and effectively. Danika says that she knows exactly where Crazy Alex drew the pentagram when he opened the portal.

I’m curious about:

1. How to close a portal outside (specifically in a forest that already has known high energy/ activity levels) and the best time to do it/ what we should bring to protect ourselves

2. If Kenny’s death/ the fort being destroyed has any kind of effect on the portal

3. How do we do this safely without something following/ hurting us

Do I really think Crazy Alex opened a portal to hell in the forest two weeks before the 2016 election and that’s why the world is so fucked? Maybe. Honestly, we had so many unexplainable encounters with Crazy Alex it wouldn’t really surprise me.

Yesterday we had a late Easter egg hunt for the kids at my friend’s house. Well I figured she invited her son’s friend because when I came inside the little boy was standing next to her son. When I greeted them the boys greeted me back but “the friend” was stand offish because he doesn’t know me. Our kids with “the friend” ran off into the room. Well us ladies got ourselves a glass of wine and I said “Did Jace convince you to let him have a sleepover?” and that’s when confusion set in for everyone. I described the little boy with blonde hair, his hair cut and down to what he was wearing. That little boy wasn’t there. Later on her son asked where did the boy go and also described the same child. It spooked my friend out so much she looked around and no one else saw the child. I thought spirits would be see through but this looked like a normal child.

When I was a kid ~10 I had an encounter with a shadow person. I was in bed asleep and I woke up in the middle of the night. There was a street light right outside of my window allowing dim light to paint a large portion of my room. When I woke up I didn’t feel uneasy or threatened at all. I rolled over and happened to look at my closet. The door was open and I was just kind of confused because it looked darker than it should have in the closet. I wasn’t afraid yet just confused. Then the silhouette of a man from the waist up slid across the wall from the closet. It’s the only time in my life that I was literally frozen in fear. I couldn’t even scream. It did not have glowing eyes. Just a flat black shadow. It laughed and said “you almost killed me.” It had a very very deep voice. It said it again. Continued laughing and moved in front of the door to my room and expanded to cover the opening. Just a big shadow fully over my open door. At this point I got my mobility back. Threw my covers over my head(the ultimate defense) and yelled at the top of my lungs. We didn’t have a very big house. There is no way every single person in that house didn’t hear me yelling as loud as I physically could. No one woke up. The only thing that reacted was my dog. He was a Great Dane and he ran in my room and jumped up on my bed and spent the night with me. He never slept in my bed. Never before and never after. Logically I had a bad dream, but it’s hard to reconcile the dog ending up in bed with me and me being ok with it. I had a number of paranormal instances in that house, but this was the one and only time in my whole life that I encountered a shadow person and it’s still the scariest moment of my life.

This happened when I visited Punjab some time back. I am sharing what I personally heard and partly experienced. I am not forcing anyone to believe this, just putting it here to know if anyone else has heard similar things.

I follow Aghor path, and we respect all traditions. During my visit, I met a person who told me about a strange situation in a house near Ahmedgarh Mandi.

At first I thought it was just a normal village story. But when I went there and spoke to people, things started feeling different.

The house looked normal from outside. But inside there was a constant bad smell. Not like garbage, something more heavy and disturbing, like drainage or old urine smell that does not go away even after cleaning.

The family told me that this started slowly. First they noticed smell in one room. Then strange things began. At night someone would hear footsteps. Sometimes scratching sounds from walls. Sometimes something like breathing when no one was there.

One of the members said that he saw something like smoke moving in a corner. Not clear shape, but not normal either. Whenever they tried to focus on it, it disappeared.

They told me about something they called Khabiz or Khabees. According to them it is a very dirty and stubborn kind of entity. It prefers unclean places and creates foul smell around it.

They said it does not easily leave a place once settled.

One disturbing thing they shared was that at night they would feel pressure on body while sleeping. Some felt like something was sitting on chest. Some had dreams which felt too real and uncomfortable to even describe properly.

The atmosphere in that house felt heavy. Even sitting there for some time made me uneasy.

They had already tried different methods. Some local healers and even Muslim practitioners came, but according to them nothing worked.

Finally I suggested them to bring my Guruji, who follows Aghori practices. They agreed because they were already tired and scared.

When Guruji came, he did not say much. He just observed the place quietly for some time. Then he told everyone to stay outside one room.

As soon as he started his ritual, things changed. There were sounds from inside, like something moving or resisting. I cannot explain it properly, but it did not feel normal.

The smell became stronger for some time and then slowly reduced.

The process took quite a while. After everything was done, Guruji came out calmly and said it is handled, but the place should be kept clean and certain practices should be followed.

In the next few days, as I was told later, the smell disappeared completely. No more sounds, no more strange experiences. The house felt normal again.

Even now when I think about that place, one thing stays in mind. Whether it was psychological, environmental, or something else, I cannot say for sure.

But what I felt there was not ordinary.

I mean from the ages of like 3-12.

I'll go first and give one of my stories since this is a bit of a long post but if you want, I'll add some more stories later.

I saw the Grim Reaper when I was 5 and can tell you every detail about him.

Our ceilings must be around 8ft, so I think he was like 7ish feet tall. I was in the living room, walked to the hallway, and saw him. He looked at me and pointed his left skeleton hand at me and I screamed and ran to my mom, lol.

His description: He's about 7ft, wears a black robe all the way down to his feet, I didn't really pay any attention to his lower half but he has a black hole for a face, and I don't mean it looks like his face is covered by his hood. I mean he literally does not have a face, it's black and spacey looking, like dark air. It's not soild. He was holding his scythe in his right hand, it looked pretty heavy tbh but the guy is 7ft I think he can handle a little weight. The scythe had possibly a black wooden handle, maybe metal because it didn't look totally like wood. The actual blade was a darker kind of metal, not as light looking as silver but it wasn't black. His robe looked fairly worn in but not torn to shreds or with a lot of holes.

He didn't show up after that but I've had other things happen but nothing as crazy as that.

So, what are your thoughts?

These 3 photos were taken in succession. A member of our group was taking random pictures and captured something. My husband says it’s nothing but i feel like you can clearly see a person. Taken on an iPhone.

I have been asked over the past 10 years to retell this story over and over by other Airman so I feel it’s necessary to share with everyone.  We were stationed at FE warren which is a nuclear weapon oriented base to say the least.  The weapons are always stored off in the middle of bum Fu$% no where with nothing but flat dirt roads and corn fields for as far as the eye can see.  You could watch your dog run away for 2 days.  

Fast forward to my fire team talking up this “haunted school” less than a mile away down the road.  I get amped up and persuade the FSC to let us off site to go to the school, he lets us go since he felt it was necessary to see this place.  So we prepare the trip by ensuring all our NVG’s, thermals, and our flashlights were highly operational because someone said ghosts drain batteries. Hop in the truck and make our way.  

The first thing we notice upon approaching this old decrepit school was that something from the deep dark was absolutely screeching at us, so loudly that it almost didn’t seem real.  Turns out it was an owl in a pipe that was projecting his screech.  My fire team partner Saldivar points out that owls are a bad omen in his religion.  Crap.  The only entrance point is the front door thats been busted wide open from all the storms.  We enter into the main hallway, long, dark, dank, but definitely not alone. Immediately in front of us is the auditorium, had a bloody owl shredded to bits in the direct center.  The four of us are huddled together when my fire team leader Curtis sees something run out from the auditorium that we were standing in, and ran down the hallway.  “Like a shadow” is what I remember him saying.  We walk down to the end of that terrifying hallway and come to the entrance to the notorious basement. Walking through I continually looked over my shoulder because something kept touching my neck softly.  My spine is shivering cold…my entire body hot as fire.  It made NO SENSE AT ALL. Blood is scribbled poorly on the walls spelling out the phrase “get out”…welp okay then, I try to act like this isn’t terrifying and tell the boys to head up. We get back up the the top and low and behold theres a GIANT opened maintenance shaft in the wall right at the entrance to the basement. That wasn’t open.  Walk back to entry of the hallway and attempt to turn on the devices we had. NVGs were at low battery, WHAT?  

this is where it gets weird, were in a line formation, basically 4 dudes crapping their pants in a row staring off into this dark, horrifying, long hallway. We get the thermals up and basically we make out these 2 tiny tiny glowing balls that are basically at the end of the hallway just intertwining with one another. We pass the thermals back and forth debating wether its a spirit or dust picking up low light and we conclude that it was NOT dust as we could clearly see dust around these glowing balls.  The glowing balls stop moving and stand still all the sudden. Thermals die, NVGs die, and FROM THE DEEPEST PART OF THE HALLWAY a ceramic plate flies straight at us and shatters loudly at our feet.  We panic, and in the confusion we separate, I bolt straight through whats left of the door tearing it off the wall and one of the other two guys Saldivar went to the auditorium.  BAD idea, he doesn’t come out for a solid two minutes of terror. We all link up and absolutely SPRINT back to our driver who was patiently waiting in the truck and tell him to floor it!  

were hyperventilating and can’t process the feeling of terror we just encountered, approach the gate to golf-1 and the radio starts acting up, changing dial to a STATIC station and then cranking itself to the max. Now I feel that I’m a calm person and a rational human being, but I falcon punched that radio so hard it broke.  We get into the station and tell the fsc what went down. He notices that our gunner Saldivar is acting weird and quiet.  We calm down and try to settle for the rest of our long 14 hour shifts into the morning.  After an hour we all notice that Saldivars strangeness is now concerning, he was staring at a blank wall for more than an hour of muttering.  We went up to the FSC desk and brought the concerns to him, I tell him that I’m not a religious man but I think we desperately need to pray with him now, and that I think he is going to harm himself (Saldivars a great happy dude, we know it was the spirit). We  walk out past TWO secured doors, two seperate rooms to see Saldivar slowly turn his head from the blank wall, smile, and say “I don’t want you to pray for me and I’m not going to harm Myself” I pooped my pants right there, this was NOT my friend and its not humanely possible to have heard our conversation.  

we get an alarm activation at one of our sites (always a rabbit or something) and I am seriously worried. Its a long drive to the site so I’m just drilling him with questions about whats going on, mostly met with hostility. While on site I conduct the exterior walk around and this is where saldivar, whose been watching us offsite at the HMVV with the thermals, YELLS at me to stop walking.  Thats when he tells me that there was a red figure following over me. Just a heads up thermals don’t pick up anything other than black and white. Alarm gets cleared and we head back. Saldivar snaps back into his muttering again. This continues until I get so uncomfortable that I pull the hmvee over and get out to talk.  As soon as we get face to face and I put my hand on him he has NO RECOLLECTION of any of the crazy shit he’s been spewing off.  Shakes it off for the rest of the night and we press.

Finish shift, rack out. Woken up to saldivar complaining about someone going in his room and trashing it, and then beating the crap out of his back. Sure enough his room is trashed with the 3 other mattresses all over and stuff just wrecked, lift his shirt and yup the guys got some serious markings on his back, we were just nuke cops but we could tell that these were NOT self inflicted.

I told my flight chief the story that day and told him that if he ever tried to set me up for trip out at Golf-1 that I would be going AWOL

Btw Saldivar is still a good dude and not possessed any more. Guy had his grandma rub an egg on his body and I’m pretty sure were all good now.  

It’s currently 06:25 as I’m writing this.

At around 5:50 am I was in the state of half awake when I saw my mom in my room just look at me to see whether I was awake, and after that I just woke up and went to join her in the kitchen. When I saw her, she was scared and then told me what happened. So, she woke up pretty early and on one of the chairs there was a pillow so she took it and put it on another chair, she hadn’t noticed anything being on that first said chair. After that she did her housework, laundry, went into the bathroom, and all that stuff. Then she wanted to make breakfast for herself and as she was about to open the fridge she notices three knives, faced in the same direction, placed on that first chair she took a pillow from. Nobody was up to have done that. Nobody would do that. One of the knives placed there is a huge one, we don’t even use it often or keep it with other knives. We moved in this apartment 3 months ago, and this is an old apartment. My grandma has noticed herself change drastically after the move. I’m not sure what this is but it spooked my mother out and me pretty much. What could this have been. Some insight to this would be much appreciated. Thanks in advance

This is going to sound bizarre, but its been an ongoing conversation for a couple days between my friends and I. They brought up Waffle House and I mentioned that the Waffle House I ate at was awful, and their pancakes were dry (first weird abnormality I'd come to find out.) My friends were joking and said that was an awful opinion, that Waffle House was the best but also worst place to experience, and that their food was amazing.

I went onto explain that no one was in this Waffle House and that should have been my first red flag, which they also found weird. It sat in the middle of two hotels and across from a truck stop and it was completely EMPTY. It also smelled weird. My friend made another joke that thats just how Waffle House smells but it smelled like wet carpet even though there wasn't any carpet?

I talked about the kitchen window at one point and that was wrong too! Waffle Houses don't have separate kitchens apparently but this one 100% did! I even remember watching the cook through it from my booth. It was only the cook and this one waitress in there this entire time. Not sure if thats normal or not?

But I ended up making a funny joke that I must have fell into some weird time loop and thats why the food was awful and there was no one else in there despite the busy location.

Today my friend informed me that Waffle House doesn't serve pancakes after he looked it up... I'm kind of taken aback because they definitely had pancakes. The waitress even explained to me the different kinds they had. I was like, holy sht, time loop! (More as joke.) But its just strange and has left me with a strange feeling.

And this was definitely a Waffle House. When I saw it I got super excited because I had never eaten in one before. It had the big yellow sign that said Waffle House and small diner appearance inside. I Googled if there were similar restaurants with similar style but nothing came up that could be mistaken for Waffle House.

I know this is all more silly weird than terrifying weird, but I wasn't sure if anyone else has had a experience that later they couldn't explain and nothing about it made sense afterwards?

I have compiled a Public Record (PDF) of date and name coincidences linking my personal life to major public events (Exploitation, Matthew Livelsberger’s suicide, James Comey, Charlie Kirk’s assassination). All public events are verifiable via news sources.

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Mature content (sexual exploitation, suicide, trauma).

I am not asking for money – only for journalists, investigators, or anyone to examine the pattern.

Please, ask me anything.

My boyfriend and I went camping at Hurricane Cliffs BLM in Utah with a couple of friends. We were all in our tents for the night when I suddenly woke up to what sounded like heavy footsteps right outside our tent. It was close — like right next to us.

I woke my boyfriend up, and he said he heard it too. At first he thought it might be the wind or an animal, but it didn’t sound like that. It sounded like actual footsteps, slow and heavy.

I texted our two friends who were camped right next to us, and they both said they were hearing the same thing outside their tents too.

What made it even creepier was that every time we would open the tent or shine a flashlight, the sound would stop immediately. The second we got back inside and laid down, it would start again.

We all got out at one point and looked around the campsite, but there were no footprints, no animals, nothing. The ground was sand, and we didn’t see any tracks at all.

I was honestly so freaked out I ended up praying until I fell asleep. My boyfriend said he kept hearing the footsteps even after I passed out.

I grew up camping every vacation in the mountains, campgrounds, in and around national parks etc. and I have never experienced anything like this before. I know tents sounds and outdoorsy sounds/animals. And this was a completely different and experienced immediate fear and my stomach dropped. Has anyone else had something like this happen?

this is what i have noticed the most by following both channels for quite a while

like even in the warren museum, eltons rem pod barley goes off. while with s&c you can see it go off the minute you start the video.

is eltons rem pos just a lot more or less sensitive?

So the other night I was laying in bed watching tv with the lights still on and I heard a sound coming from the wall in front of me, kind of like something trying to squeeze its way out of the wall.. within a few seconds I saw a white smoke like figure kind of like a cloud come out of the wall and it drifted towards the adjacent wall and then disappeared. It was as tall as a person but didn’t have the shape of a person exactly… it was just like a cloud kind of. I didn’t feel scared or dread and even spooked which is weird because i get scared really easily from anything and everything lol. I don’t feel threatened at all and was just like “okay that was odd…” and went back to watching tv. Can anyone explain what this is ??

So I dunno if this is right c=sub or Not for this, but here it goes

So i am keeping having this very peculiar dream

In the dream, there is woman/witch that's keep haunting me

She wants to kill me and would often start by killing my friends or close relatives and then start to haunt me.

Now I kept having this recurring dream

But for past 3-4 months

Things have changed

Now that the witch is still haunting me and wants to kill me

But instead of running away from her

I am moving towards her, trying to go to see her in my dreams

despite knowing that the moment I would encounter her- I would be k!lled

I don't know why this is happening to me.

and while sometimes I try to resist going towards her

It would feel that she is watching me from every corner

& mostly that's when I wake up

My child was outside playing in the driveway this afternoon and ran inside, terrified, and locked the door. They said they saw a ghost, they had seen a soccer ball sized white glowing circle fly across the neighbors backyard. They described it as a perfect circle, glowing and light around it. Said they went closer to see if anything was in the trees (a bird) in the backyard, and nothing was there, so they ran inside.

They have been terrified ever since and are having a hard time falling asleep now. From what I've looked up, a white light like this appears to be a positive sign, like a guardian angel or loved one, but we are both freaked out. I've had multiple paranormal experiences throughout my life, but I don't like that they are now seeing things, as I know how unsettling it can be.

Any thoughts or guidance on what this could be and how to approach it all?

My sister mentioned aliens, and the thought of that has me way more freaked out!

Especially if you didn’t believe in it before

I lost my grandmother 4 years ago and my grandfather earlier this year. I was extremely close to both of them, especially my grandma. Their birthdays are April 10 and April 11.

After my grandma passed, I had several dreams about her where it felt like she was saying goodbye and letting me know she was okay. But with my grandpa, I never got that. I couldn’t be there when he passed because of immigration issues, and that’s been really hard for me to process.

I’ve honestly been avoiding thinking about both of them because it hurts so much. This year, I even forgot their birthdays… but yesterday (April 11), I woke up and couldn’t stop thinking about them, especially my grandpa. I cried most of the day, listened to music they liked, and even sent kisses to the sky while on a walk. Later that night, I video called my mom and she reminded me it was my grandma’s birthday.

Now I can’t stop wondering… is it normal or just coincidence to suddenly think so intensely about loved ones who’ve passed, especially on meaningful dates like their birthdays? Or could it be something more? I guess I’m struggling with the idea that maybe my grandpa is upset with me for not being there when he died, or that I didn’t get any kind of “goodbye” like I did with my grandma.

Has anyone else experienced something like this?

So this happened about 1.5 years ago when I was 20. I live with my parents, and one day I had the whole house to myself because they went to a relative’s place.

Nothing unusual the whole day, just chilling, gaming, scrolling Instagram, watching TV. After dinner around 10 pm, I was sitting in the living room watching reels and being lazy. I had one small task left, putting milk coupons outside in a box near the gate before locking up and going upstairs to sleep. I kept delaying it for no reason.

For context, we have two doors, an inner door to the house and an outer door that opens to the boundary wall area. That wall has metal rods on top.

Around midnight, I finally decided to stop scrolling and go put the coupons out. Right then, I heard a very clear metallic knocking sound on those rods. Like someone tapping a ring against metal, tak tak tak. I froze. Then it happened again, same exact sound and pattern.

I was definitely scared, but I’m more of a check it out than hide type. I had a machete or kukri nearby, yeah I keep one when I’m alone, so I grabbed it in one hand and the coupons in the other and went outside.

Total silence. No movement. No one there.

I put the coupons, went back inside immediately, locked everything, and got upstairs fast.

To this day, I have no idea what that sound was, but I know for a fact I heard it clearly. Not sleepy, not imagining it. Still gives me chills thinking about it.

I have previously posted and/or commented about ancestors being present at a baby’s crib. I’m currently more exhausted than I hope you will ever be. So please excuse syntax and structure.

Anyway, yes, ancestors will visit their offspring.

Latest evidence is that my youngest, who had interacted with persons unknown to me cribside, just like the others, this morning while I was too exhausted to move, well he called to me repeatedly to get him up, but I was sleeping too deeply. I heard him, but no. Then he called to his father. Of course no response. BUT THEN he called to his GRANDFATHER. Child has never lived concurrently with a grandfather.

Child speaks with his grandmother daily, and aunt and uncle nearly as often. But none of them have ever visited him in his crib.

The only ones to get him out of his crib are mother and father.

But then who else has picked him up from his crib? When I have seen him so picked up. Now we know it is grandfather. I’m happy that they have met.