Category: Ghosts And The Spirit World

Our family is not unknown to strange paranormal activity. It’s gotten to a point where besides hearing things we actually see beings or people when we’re home alone.

Now it’s escalated to where last night my niece had an actual conversation while being wide awake with her older sister at 3 am. The only problem was my niece was at my house which is an hour away. Who she had this conversation with we do not know.

What do we do?

What is this called?

Please respond as soon as you can.

Asked by Daisy

Hi. I don’t know how to start my story so I’ll just jump in the middle.

I don’t know when it started, but I think after my grandmother died, 11 years ago, when I was 11.

It didn’t happen every day, but every now and then I felt like someone was in my room. First it started with the sound of someone stepping on the floor. I thought it was my cat because he would get into my room and walk around, but every time I turned the light on I could see the door was closed, and the cat wasn’t there.

Once someone broke into our house so my dad got these motion sensor lights, tiny orange ones that would sense if someone was in the room and was moving, walking around, making the alarm go off (if it was turned on, obviously). I had one in the room and every now and then I could see it going off when I was already in bed, not moving.

I’ve always thought it was my grandma. For a time I told myself I was stupid and I just missed her because she was my best friend, and I made things up.

So, for years I didn’t care if anything weird happened, I just told myself that I was indeed stupid.

I grew up in Hungary, but I met a British man and we moved in together in England. I moved here in October, and that’s when things started happening again. It’s important to know that we live in a studio apartment, so from our bed you can see the front door.

There was one night when my boyfriend woke me up because I was breathing heavily and it was obvious that I had a nightmare. I had this dream that someone was sitting next to the bed, on the floor, on my side of the bed. This person then stood up, and walked to the end of the bed and was just staring at us. I don’t know if it was a man or a female.

And other things have happened.
The sound of the cupboard door closing.

Also, my boyfriend started putting his legs over my body when he falls asleep, he told me it’s because he wants to protect me.
It takes me ages to fall asleep and I feel the presence of somebody in the flat.

My boyfriend sometimes wakes up and sits up in the middle of the night because he thinks someone is in the flat.

I used to work in a pub and there were nights when I finished late and I had to catch the bus. Every now and then I would be on the bus with dodgy men, who would scare the hell out of me. Those nights I hoped that my boyfriend was awake so he could comfort me with his cuddles – and when I got home, he really was awake. He always told me he’s had a feeling someone was in the flat or someone standing at the front door and this feeling woke him up.

Also, last Saturday we went to see our friends. When I sat down in front of my friend she looked at me puzzled and asked me if I have seen that. She told me it looked like something was burning behind me, as she could see smoke behind me. I couldn’t see anything, and that was the second she scared me: She asked me if I had brought a ghost over with us. She also told me she’s a bit sensitive to the spiritual things.

We’ve talked about this with my boyfriend – I’ve asked him if he thought this thing was a man or a woman, and he’s said he thinks it’s an old lady. I think so too.

I don’t know if it’s my grandma or not. I don’t know what to think. All I know is that it’s been 11 years since she died and I still cry every time I think about it, and I’m still sensitive about it because it feels like she’s left, but she’s still here, if it makes sense.

Sometimes I feel like it’s not her and then I get worried but my boyfriend told me he thinks if it was anything bad it would’ve hurt us already.
I don’t know what to do or what to think..

Asked by Nora

I’ve always had the ability to be sensitive to spirits. I’m the one that experiences the unusual aka paranormal. About a couple years ago was when something really unexplained happened. It was around New Years, and my boyfriend stayed the night because he wasn’t getting along with his family at the time. He slept on the living room couch that night. He claimed that he woke up, and looked over at the stairs going down to my parents room and saw a black figure standing at the top of the stairs. He said that it didn’t look big, but small. Here’s when it got real freaky-

A few days after that, it was around two in the morning and I was on the phone with my boyfriend, laying in my bed. I started feeling uncomfortable. My room was a little messy and I had school books laying around and other random objects. I could slightly here something walk over the stuff I had laying on the ground. Clear as day I smelt something burning. I looked around to see if it was sourced from anything logical like from an outlet or my lamp. I couldn’t find any logical source and started to get the creeps. All of a sudden I could’ve sworn I heard something growl right in front of my face. I sat up in a state of shock and hung up on my boyfriend. I looked down to find my straightener and vitamins shaking by themselves on the floor. I started to feel something over powering me and it was hard for me to breathe. Terrified, I ran out of my room and called my mom. I was so scared I was throwing the F bomb around not even thinking a thing of it. She came upstairs and I told her what had happened. Mom knew I wasn’t just fibbing because of how I was shaking and reacting. Let’s just say I slept downstairs that night.

After what happened about two years ago, little stuff still happens. I NEVER feel alone in my room. When I go out with friends and come home late, It feels as if it was waiting for me to come back. I have dreams everyday about seeing shadows or getting attacked by demons. Even about being possessed myself. Sometimes it feels like some of them aren’t dreams.

Digging deeper into the hauntings, I dated this guy 4 years ago. He’s now my ex but still has feelings for me til this day. He claims to be haunted all his life by demons. He lies a lot, but this I think is true. I think what’s haunted him, has to do with what’s in my life now. A few months ago, I was at his house (the ex) and every time id go to his house, id go up into his attic. I was drawn to that attic. Like something was drawing me to it. After I went to his house, I had a dream I was on the top step to his attic and saw red eyes glaring at me at the end of the attic. The next day I went to his house and before I finished trying to tell my ex about the dream, he finished for me. He told me he knew and what happened. He had no way of knowing what I dreamt about.

Last night, I had a dream I was at my exes house again. I was looking in his cabinets in the kitchen and he came in telling the ghosts to go away. He left the kitchen again and starting running back towards the kitchen saying “shit” repeatedly trying to get “something” from attacking me and all of a sudden this really drugged up feeling hit me. Like something took over me. I woke up and told my boyfriend instantly. it’s like something makes me have these dreams. I had a dream before that about something choking me out.

The only person I tell these things to are my boyfriend because I know people would look at me in disbelief as if I’m crazy. I don’t know if I am crazy or there is something negative in my presence. I’m just looking for some feedback./:

Asked by Andee

I don’t know if these details are important or not but I’m 15 and a girl. We built the house the year I was born so there’s no way there’s a history to it. But I knew there’s a presence in the house that was not natural, not bad or anything. Just not living. I played with this ghost as a child and ask him (the presence just feels like a him) to move something small and he would. He moves stuff and closes doors and taps randomly and walks around the house when we wants but only when I’m there.

These things have never happened to my parents or brother. I’ve ruled out every possible explanation. No drafts or sudden burst of air when something moves or a door shuts. No one is in the house at the times these things happen or when the footsteps are heard. It just doesn’t make sense if there’s no valid reason. But I know he’s there. And has been since I was a kid.

Do you think he could’ve attached himself to me? And that’s why he only does the stuff while I’m around? He’s never once hurt me and he makes me feel safe and protected. But why would he only do these things to me? Do you think I remind him of someone or something?  Just so you know, I don’t want him to leave… I just want answers. And I’ve tried communicating with him and it didn’t work. Any ideas would be appreciated, thanks!

Asked by AJ

So like other ghost stories……I hear footsteps walking up the stairs when no one is around, someone pacing inside my room. But a few other occurrences I need help on.

When I was 5, I was obsessed with the paranormal. Which probably wasn’t smart because I was a kindergartener watching demonic things happen on the TV. But anyways. I loved the movie Casper and wanted my own ghost friend. So I would run upstairs and play in my room with my ghost friend. Nothing happened the first few times but that was because I was asking him to lift my bed and stuff. So I eventually decided for him to move a giant, feathery pink scarf I had hanging on my wall. I pointed to a feather on the left side of the scarf and I said “Move that feather.” The feather started shaking like someone was breathing on it or pushing it up and down really fast. Now mind you, all the windows were shut and the AC was not on. I would have felt the slightest draft. I said thank you for doing that to the ghost. Now this is where things get weird. I asked him (I always kind of knew it was a him, but I’ll explain that later.) to move a feather on the opposite side of the scarf. And the feather shook like the one before it. I then asked it to stop. It did. I asked it to move again. It did. “Stop.” It did. And I asked it to move at completely random times. Another time, I heard nails scraping on the bottom of my bed for the whole night. I thought it was just my bed creaking but that’s the first and only time it has ever happened.

So I have a friend who can see people that aren’t really there. Her mom took her to a therapist (I think that’s what they’re called) to take her in to talk about her talking to herself. (We were 14 when this occurred. And as I write this I am 15.) Anyways. I texted her after the appointment and she said it went horribly because the lady gabe her weird looks the entire time. I said nothing was wrong with her (lets call her Emily). Emily said “I know there isn’t but my family sees me talk to myself all the time.” I asked her who she was really talking to and she listed off about 10 names. Over the next few days at school I acknowledged her friends. Such as asking where they were sitting in class as such. Then I turned towards the door in science class and an immediate wave of dizziness came over me. I almost fell off my chair and puked. I wrote Emily a note and asked her who was by the door. She told me Lucy. And that she had a tough life and just leave her alone because she doesn’t like strangers. I never saw Lucy but my headaches told me when she was around. Anyways. I asked Emily if she could have one of her friends come over and check out my house. I told her that I knew someone was there but I needed her to tell me it was safe. (The last couple nights I had a reoccurring dream about my basement where something black with white eyes always watched me.) So she sent a friend over (I probably sound crazy) and she texted me saying that they talked to the ghost. He was a boy (as I could always sense) and he was about our age which was 15-16 years old. I’m afraid to give his real name just because I don’t want to prevoke anything. But we will call him Sean Walker. Because that’s close to his real name. Emily said that the friend she sent over said the boys name was Sean Walker and he had a rope burn around his neck. “Probably a suicide.” He likes anything sweet but cake and likes my bedroom the most and sits by the window and door. I always wanted a guardian angel so I asked if he was it. “No. He’s just a ghost.” And she would provide no further information due to her friend not being able to get any more info from Sean. I didn’t get any more explanations. Just who he was and what he liked. I also told her about the nails against my bed that night but she didn’t say anything about it.

After that, I acknowledged his existence. When Halloween came by, I got 6 pounds of candy. I told Sean he was welcome to all the candy he liked. (Don’t judge me) I came home and ran over to the candy jar and lots of candy was missing. Like 10 pieces to make a noticeable dent. My parents don’t really like candy and I knew for sure I didn’t eat any. Another day, I was in a rock climbing class at school and came home to practice some knots. I went home and thought I’d build a noose. Because a girl in my class earlier was joking that since we were becoming knots we could make “WHATEVER we wanted.” And she built a noose. I was completely stupid for doing that. The atmosphere just changed in the house. I knew Sean wasn’t happy with what I had done but I just couldn’t apologize. I thought it would blow over. It didn’t. He was angry. So I took the noose and went up to my room. I untied it, and threw it underneath my bed. I apologized profusely and the atmosphere changed. I got a bungee chord chair days later. He would sit in it because at night I could hear the chords getting sat on. And no one was in the room but me. I would tell him goodnight and go to sleep, knowing I felt safe. Sean has never hurt me, just makes his existence known. If I’m happy, he’s happy. He will just radiate emotions. I don’t really know how to explain it.

My story is almost to a close but I have one last thing to tell. I was home alone and I just felt like I was being watched. My dog was inside her kennel sleeping and the door was open. So I turned back to the TV to watch my show. I looked at her again because she’s so cute when she sleeps and the kennel door was shut. She was still in the same position before. The kennel door never shuts and that’s the first time something like that has happened. My show got to a war scene so gunshots and everything and my dog woke up and ran downstairs to get some water. So….as she ran out, she pushed the door open. It stayed open seeing as it was pushed against one of the cabinets. I focused back onto the TV. Belle, my dog, ran upstairs and was trying to get into the kennel. The door was shut. She tried opening it with her nose but she couldn’t so I got up and opened the kennel door for her. She laid down and I sat back in my chair because I wanted to know who won the war. I hear my dog sigh so I look at her. The kennel door is shut and she’s eying the door. Which is shut. Belle looks at me like “Please tell me you’re seeing this too.” And I was. It kept shutting all on its own. So Belle and I dealt with the door closing for the next 30 minutes and then my parents came home. Belle ran out of her kennel and downstairs to greet them and I just stared at the kennel. I joined my dog and walked downstairs. My parents wanted to tell me how dinner went so we went into they’re bedroom where the kennel was (and the huge TV that I was watching) and the kennel door was exactly how I left it. Open. And it never happened again. I even tried barely pushing the door shut and it would push for an inch and then stop. The only way it wouldve shut is if someone was pushing it all the way closed. Belle, to this day, hangs around me a lot. She will literally stand guard by my door and stare down the hallway. Even if I go to the bathroom, she will lay outside the door, but not before coming into the bathroom and smelling everything. If she sees something, she will walk down the hallway towards it. But I never have seen Sean.

Thank you for reading my incredibly long story and I hope it made sense. Sean only makes his presence known and that’s okay with me. But why do some spirits just go to random houses? Do they attach to people? Things have only happened to me. And my dog. Our house is as old as I am (15) and we got it built the year I was born. Why our house? Why me?

Asked by Ashley J.

My dearest friend/ boyfriend died three years ago. I was managing my depression, ptsd, anxiety and insomnia. His mother just passed a few months ago and now I have fell into depression again. I forgot how to be happy.

I knew Eric since I was 26 and I am 55 now. He was always there for me between relationships and when my marriage broke up I really fell for him though he still had a girlfriend. I didn’t mind I just wanted him. He and his girlfriend went for a walk in the rain and died for hypothermia. They weren’t found till a month later.

I was in shock when I heard from his mother that he was dead. I had just seen him weeks ago and gave him a guitar pick which they found in his pocket. I could go on about our relationship but it holds a lot.

I have a boyfriend and daughter finally back in my house (another long story) I should be happy but I am having trouble letting go. I think of Eric every day. We were psychically and spiritually connected. We knew when something was wrong. He taught me this song on the guitar called “a man of constant sorrow” when I was watching a movie called “oh brother where out thou” the song played and I had to call Eric to tell him and his mom told me he was missing. In the song it said I will learn to love another and we shall meet again one day on Gods golden shore.

I keep changing my medicine and it helps for a short while but then I back the way I was: no energy don’t want to go out, it’s depressing to take a shower more than once a week because I am overweight. I have a 16 year old daughter I can’t stay this way. I used to write poetry {I’ve self published a book with my own water color paintings, and i’ve been published in a college student book) I write songs on guitar and sing or I should say I used to. everything is a drag. I need to be happier. I have bought books and watch movies on how to be happy which I don’t know if it helps yet.

Could Erics ghost be taking my energy? I know he is around because while his mom was still alive, I gave her a copy of my book of poems of which Eric and his mom was a big inspiration to me. We stood at the front door of her home as I handed her my book and we both got goosebumps and hair stood up on both out arms on one of the same sides. there was no wind no cold breeze. It felt like Eric was there behind his moms shoulder and came to mind as if to say, I wanna see! I have tried so hard that I just gave up trying to move on.

I have arthritis and don’t go for walks any more. I just want to stay in my room watch movies and forget it all. I know its about me changing me. I go to therapy physical and mental I go to school part time I try to self heal. I feel exhausted. Please help this is deep. My psychiatrist said I am crying like a teenager. That’s not fair is it? I am hoping you can help me find my happy. My psychotherapist is helping me by writing stuff down and reading it and burning it, and other methods other than just talk. Like I said I am exhausted and sad and I just want to find my happy.

Asked by bivouaco