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Can Someone Explain These Weird Phone Calls?

I’m very confused can someone tell me what’s going on?

A few hours ago I was sitting on the floor playing Overwatch and my dad was sitting on the couch watching me play, nothing unusual, then I asked him to FaceTime my mom and ask when she was coming home so that I could go put the cat downstairs before she gets home (I’m hiding a cat in the house that only me and my dad know about) she said she couldn’t hear us because her phone was about to die and that she would call us back when she gets in the car, I go back to playing capture the flag on Overwatch and my dad is watching the game again.

15 minutes later no call so we call her and she sounds annoyed and starts yelling at us, obviously we are confused and ask what’s going on and she is mad saying I called her on my dad’s phone messing around with her and doing dumb jokes that I always do, I joke suck up to her when I want something and will say dumb stuff like “aw mother you are so pretty you should win a million bucks” etc etc. she was mad that “I” called her right after my dad hung up the first time and was telling her she was pretty and should take a vacation but that I wouldn’t reply to what she was saying and that I was ignoring her and just doing dumb jokes the whole time.

I never made the call,there are no outgoing calls to my mom other then the 2 Times my dad called but she has her phone showing my dad’s phone called her and while I was playing Overwatch me and my dad were completely silent except for a few “OOOOOOH”s when I would get a cool kill but neither of us were talking.

And I have literally never made those suck up jokes around anyone other then my mom and dad.

Anybody have idea what happened?

Asked by Cinnamon

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Is There Something Paranormal Following Me?

Hello. My name is Jace, and I always get random scratches all over my neck and back. They’re much like cat scratches – yet I don’t have a cat. They appear sporadically and in no particular pattern. I usually find them when I wake up in the morning, as the fresh scratches will sting.

I also often hear a voice, whispering my name, and hear quiet conversations when no one is home, and all the television sets are off. At least more than ten times, lights have burst or gone out as I was beneath them.

I’m honestly a bit concerned. And I know it isn’t my home, as these occurrences happen anywhere – aside from in public.

Asked by Jace

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Dreams and Sleep

Unintentional Paranormal “Dream” Vacation House?

My mother and I stayed at a friend’s waterfront home over a 3-day period. Neither of us have ever experienced anything paranormal. However, we both had unexplainable experiences during our stay. I would like to know if our experiences could be attributed to paranormal activity or our imaginations. I’ll write them as they occurred.

1. When we first walked into the vacant house. It didn’t feel like just an empty house. It didn’t feel welcoming or hospitable. Hard to explain. My mother, in her late 60’s, only voiced what I felt.

2. We both had strange experiences our first night. I was dreaming and it seemed my dream was abruptly interrupted with the following. I dreamt I was in the room that I was sleeping in. In other words, looked exactly the same in my dream as it did after awoke. In the corner I heard a loud electrical arcing sound. I was worried something was wrong with house. I swung my legs around off the bed to stand up. Next thing I knew, I was pinned down across my chest and shoulders but with no pressure. I sensed an invisible energy hovering above me. I kept feeling the sensation of something gently touching my nose like how a cat touches its nose to its owner’s nose. Like sniffing or like something was trying to steal my breath. I turned my head in my dream trying to yell for my mom. Nothing would come out. The dream ended when I woke myself up yelling and lying in the bed like I did when I fell asleep. I am in my 40’s. I have never in my life experienced anything like this. I know my dreams and this one is not mine.

3. After telling my mother of my dream, she confided that she didn’t sleep all night. She felt energy moving around her legs under the blanket all night long. She would fall asleep and it would keep waking her up. She too said that she had never experienced anything like it in her life.

4. During our entire stay, my mother kept feeling the hairs stand up on her arms and I saw them. She felt chills at odd times. At one point I touched her arm and felt a weak static field that physically shocked me. Static electricity was not a problem in this house otherwise.

5. We had a general feeling of unease especially upstairs where our bedrooms were. Also felt it in the sunroom where the air was stuffy, thick or heavy. Again, hard to explain.

6. The house just seemed dark in general even with light shining in from the windows. It was spring and in the mid-70’s. It’s as if my mom and I were constantly trying to lighten the house up not only the dark interior but the atmosphere.

7. We had difficulty sleeping the entire time. Couldn’t wait to leave. We left one day early.

My mother and I are pretty intuitive in that we can pick up on people’s emotions and are sensitive. The owners of the house of course never mentioned anything like this. I do know that the spouse of the previous owner had died (not sure if while in the house), and that is why she sold it to my friends, the current owners.

I would appreciate all and any opinions. I have read about sleep paralysis, and it does not seem to fit in my case.

Thanks in advance!

Asked by Tasan

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Images Of Unknown Person And Feelings Of Them Being Present

I’m not sure of this is paranormal or not but I figured it would be worth a try asking on here.

My sister recently told me she has been having images in her mind of a teenage boy that is very tall and skinny with wide eyes that seems to always be hunched over. He has chalky white skin and has no belly button or nipples. Although he is extremely thin, his ribs can not be seen. She says she sometimes becomes very frightened when she has these images but other times they have no affect on her.

She also says she feels like he’s there when she’s by herself. She mainly feels the presence on the computer chair and in the doorway that goes to the kitchen. She also feels like he is there behind her closed door at night. She also has random thoughts about him such as one night when she thought he can’t  get past a closed door and doesn’t like bright lights at night.

She deals with depression sometimes, so I don’t know if that has anything to do with it. She also imagined a few scary people when she was a lot younger but not like this.

So is this paranormal or in her mind? If it’s paranormal, what could it be and what should we do about it? If not, any suggestions as to what it could be would be appreciated.

Thank you.

Asked by Eden

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Demons

Demons Seem to Follow Me

I remember instances of this as far back as I have memory. On my sister’s first birthday, I was three. It’s the furthest back I can remember the strangeness, even if my family claims I did similar all throughout the years I don’t remember. Talking about Christ in the Garden before I was old enough to know, things like that. They always said they saw an ancient spirit in my eyes, but I’m getting ahead of myself. I was three and I had a wind-up T-rex- I was always in love with dinosaurs- and I had it walk down the stairs. I marveled at how unimpressive the first fall was, I guess, and decided to toss it down instead. It bounced off of the wall and into the unfinished basement and I decided to go find it, but as I approached I got a sudden feeling of fear. I remember as I peeked into the basement, I saw an unfamiliar man, strangely tall and half swallowed by the shadows. He said nothing as he watched me. I don’t remember exactly how I reacted, but I do know I insisted to my mom that a man was down there and I didn’t want to look for my toy.

This was the beginning of a lifetime full of oddities.

I won’t say my real name, but for this I’ll be known as my lifelong nickname, Deja’Vu, or ‘Vu’ for short. Yeah, it’s an odd nickname, but it closely resembles my real name and it’s easier to remember. Anyway, I’m the better part of eighteen-years old, I have two cats – Wayne and Lilo – and I am an aspiring author and occult enthusiast. Well, to a point.

You see, I don’t have much of a choice in this matter. I was born into two families with a long history of traits such as astral projection, wound healing through energy, various hauntings on both sides, and so much more. On my mother’s side, my grandmother was made a shaman a while ago, for example. She is the one that can heal with energy, a trait I have inherited and a trait that would require feeling to believe. Other than genetics, however, there’s the fact that no matter how much I ignore them, demons follow me wherever I go.

It should be noted that I did think I had schizophrenia for a long time, but acting on trying to get a treatment plan when I was fourteen via coming out to my parents and asking for it, a string of events convinced my parents and myself that none of this is in my head. The cuts and bruises I used to wake up with were not self-inflicted. The shadows I saw following me were not hallucinations. My ribs were injured severely by one of these beings, a wound that I had to go to the hospital for. My parents have been attacked. One of my friends were possessed and tried to kill me. I always knew things I shouldn’t have been able to know, like the history of houses and where objects were that people had lost. I should have just accepted the truth of my childhood, the fact that every time I said “Mommy, the ghost here doesn’t like it when you leave the doors open” or “My cousin’s imaginary friend isn’t an imaginary friend…” it happened to be true. Completely. We’d move away shortly after and secretly it had always been because I was right and my parents experienced it firsthand. You just hear ‘ghosts don’t exist’ and ‘if you see people standing over your bed, you might need to see a therapist’ so many times you start to wonder.

I don’t wonder anymore.

I can’t remember how old I was, but it began in a dream. I would ‘wake’ in a void black nothingness, no ground, sky, or ceiling in sight despite feeling something hard underfoot. I would realize that I was in a labyrinth, walls just as black as the void they were made in and interrupted only by an occasional mirror that showed my reflection oddly mirrored. I was so young at the time, but in the dream I was older. In my twenties, maybe. As I would accept the familiarity of that face, I would turn at the sound of claws against something smooth and hard. Terror would grip me and I would see a monster before me. At first it was like a large, white wolf with hands and elongated fingers rather than paws. It’s fur was matted and missing in patches and its eyes had a milky-white blindness about it. Each time I had a dream it would look even more sick, even more covered in festering wounds and mange. Each time I had the dream, it looked more humanoid. After each dream I’d wake feeling as though I was being choked, horrified, and a man would be in my room.

“You can’t run from me. You are mine,” He would say. I’d always get so sick afterward, I wouldn’t be able to stand, wracked with chills and fevers and stomach aches that only got increasingly worse each time he visited me. I had to get a blessing for my illness, but after the blessing the dreams and the man never appeared again… or so I think/thought.

We moved a lot and somehow my parents always seemed to find the most haunted of homes for us. A house where we would scrub mold away from our walls with bleach, go to bed, and find it exactly as it was before we scrubbed. A house where our cousin got an ‘imaginary friend’ and my parents were attacked after they saw said ‘imaginary friend’, a house where a demon liked to turn the bathroom lights off while you were in the shower and attack you in all manners of ways. Better seen in some documentary or amateur ghost hunter’s show than lived in, you know? Well, it was in the latter house where I think I next saw him.

I had been trying to figure out more about my psychic capabilities and decided to check off around 3:00am, a normal thing for me since I tend to have a little bit of nocturnal tendencies and mild insomnia. That night in particular I remember looking outside my basement window at the moon and thinking about how I would much rather be outside running around because I was that hyper. From the corner of my eye, however, I saw something move. Looking toward the source, where the stairs had a wall that came out about a foot into the room. At first I thought it was the shadow of the dip the stair wall caused moving as my pupils focused and unfocused, but I soon learned the contrary. Not only did it move as though it was hesitating after being caught, but it cut off at an odd angle, more like a head that didn’t meet the ceiling than a wall that did. Once I noticed this, the shadowy cloud, which was roughly seven feet tall, sprang back and I felt my energy plummet. I almost passed out, but I wasn’t scared. I was used to this sort of thing by that time, but I have never felt my energy zapped that quickly. I was clinging to consciousness, collapsed on my bed and straining to keep my eyes on it. It moved forward until it stood in front of me, the cloudy form coalescing into a man. I remember that all I could focus on before passing out was a thin, colorless smile that filled me with darkness. The smile alone held the most evil that anything I had encountered before seemed to pale in comparison. Yet I was not afraid.

I woke in a strange place, much like a rich manor that oscillated between being decrepit and extravagant. I was in a dining hall, but the long table beside me had been cleared away to make room for sacred geometry. He was there, and again his appearance refused to solidify itself in my memory. His clothes, again, oscillated between a nice suit and armor decorated with what looked like animal bones. It was the bones I had seen before I passed out. He was flanked by two hooded males wearing plain white masks. One was the average height of a man, lithe in stature, and the other was short and stout. The man in question was taller than the average-sized man, again at seven feet, but looked proportionate despite the fact that most humans that grow tall tend to have disproportionate limbs or otherwise. He just looked larger overall, although lean.

He spoke with me at length about something I can’t quite remember. Something involving my soul and asking me to join something or sign myself onto something. He was very polite and spoke kindly, amazing etiquette that set the mind at ease despite the intense evil coming from him. I remember being impartial, so rather than sign myself into something detrimental, I asked him a question. I know as soon as I asked it, his smile fell away for the first time and he almost seemed sad, but he obliged. He walked forward and put his hands on my head, showing me what I wanted to know. I told him no after.

“You can’t run from this, Vu,” He told me, “You were destined (for it).”

I woke with my laptop under my bed – even though it was on my bed when I passed out – and I was tucked in… even though I passed out without being near the pillows or the blanket.

I would have thought this a dream, but my friend, we will call him Blade for his knife obsession, suddenly told me one day about a man who kept standing over his bed. Seven feet tall, face refusing to be recognized, the feeling that he was smiling, and flanked by three hooded figures. Two males, one average and thin, but fit, and the other short and fatter. Both wore white masks. A girl was with them as well, wearing a plague doctor’s mask, only with a much shorter ‘beak’. I was surprised, having never told him my story, and assured him not to trust the demon. I couldn’t stop thinking about it and told my boyfriend… we’ll call him Hawk. In turn, my boyfriend freaked out and told me that his friend, we’ll call him Walker, was telling him a similar story not too long before. Walker’s friend, a girl, decided to accept the man’s deal and often visited Walker to talk about joining it.

Three people all describing the same group and demeanor.

I have been seeing the man around, too. Mostly on my walks at night, but he’s there. I never see him in my home, a place that I have protected against all except my “poltergeist“, who has become like a friend that antagonizes people that cause me problems… but it’s late and that’s a story for another time.

Asked by Vu

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My 2 Year Old Grandson Says He Sees Ghosts

Our Grandson just turned 2 less than a week ago, and while having his bath time tonight, and out of no where, looked at my Daughter-in-law and clear as a bell said to her “Mommy, I see Ghosts”

What is odd is that we don’t know how he would even know what a ghost is, and that if he is seeing something, that it is called a ghost!

There are only a few toddler programs on TV that his parents put on for him (Paw Patrol, Toopy and Binoo and maybe a couple of other similar ones) and some Movies like Nemo, which to the best of our recollections don’t have any Ghost’s in them. His parents, or other family members also don’t watch paranormal/ghost shows, or even talk about the subject, so it isn’t something he heard from anyone either.

We don’t really know what to think, but all agree that it is a very strange thing for him to say, and wonder if he really is seeing “ghosts”, or if it just a word he used without knowing what it meant. He does have a good vocabulary, but like any 2 year old, it can also still be hard to understand what he is saying at times, but this comment was very clear.

I would like to know other peoples opinions, and how to know if he really is seeing ghosts?  What should we say to him if he says anything like this again? He doesn’t seem to be scared, so we don’t want to say something that will scare him. If he really does see ghosts, then what do we need to do to help him, etc.?

Thank you for your help

Asked by Charlotte

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Ectoplasm

From the time I was eight years old until I was late into my 14th year I lived in my grandmothers house with her and my father. The house was set up to where the front of the house we used as a laundry room, then the dining room, then two hallways because the dining room was so large, one leading to my bedroom, a bathroom, a closet, and my fathers bedroom. The other hall led to another closet, the kitchen, my grandmothers bedroom and another bathroom.

Well, My grandmothers bedroom and the other bathroom was added on to the house during her lifetime, along with part of my bedroom because they enlarged it. I always felt kinda safe in my grandmothers room but anywhere past that I always felt as if I was being watched, so did anyone else that ever lived there and most who had visited. I’ve had many paranormal experiences there, so had my father and grandmother.

My grandmother used to live in my bedroom and used the Ouija board constantly before I moved in, then my dad started using one in the bedroom right next to mine. Well, I was a teenager, and being a teenager during summer vacation I believe it was, I was staying up late on my computer. My bedroom had the bed on the far end of the room and then my couch right up against the right wall, to where when I’m sitting on the couch my right side faces the wall and my left side is open to the floor and the rest of the room and my back is exposed to the part where my bed is. I was sitting there late at night and this thick clear with a white tint liquid fell on the left side of my chest,  since I had so many paranormal experiences I assumed it was ectoplasm and I changed my shirt then sat back down in my bedroom.

I’ve recently realized that this meant the ghost was sitting or standing right next to me on the ground or sitting on the bed behind me with his/her head over my shoulder. Although it always felt like a guy, possibly multiples. I was just curious as to why a ghost would ectoplasm on me? Does that mean it likes or dislikes me? What is it’s reasoning to do that?

Asked by Ashley

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Something Pretended To Be Me

My boyfriend was taking a shower and I was not home at the time. He said he saw a clear shadow standing outside the bathroom door. Right after he heard someone knocking and he said it sounded exactly like me. He said it was asking him if she could please come in.

I want to know what it could have been? Was is a demon? or what is happening?

This is not the first time this female thing appears in different forms.

Asked by monse

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Ghosts And The Spirit World

Why Have I Had Such Consistent Hauntings?

I have lived in four houses in my life, and in three of the four I have experienced some sort of strongly defined paranormal activity.

It began when I was around seven or eight and has continued up to this point (I am now a college student). It has varied wildly, from orb-like moving apparitions that continued for months when I was a child, to my most recent encounters with phantom smells and audio phenomena that have no visuals to them whatsoever.

Some of this phenomena has also been witnessed or experienced by other friends/family within the multiple locations, though a lot of it has only been seen by me.

Is there some logical reason behind why I’ve had such consistent, varied phenomena in my life?

Asked by Elise

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Dreams and Sleep

A Dream Of My Deceased Husband

My husband has been deceased for 10 years but I dreamed that he was in jail and I went to visit him. It didn’t look like a jail, more a community centre. All inmates were wearing red t shirts and he asked me if I wanted to go out front for a smoke.

After our smoke he said we could leave. He said that he had been here a long time and could just leave.  As we were walking down the sidewalk, he handed me a thick stack of money saying that he’d been saving it for me. Then I woke up.

Asked by Cynthia