I'm a fairly sceptical person when it comes to this stuff but have always been spooked by it for as long as I can remember.

Well one day nearly a decade ago now when I was still in highschool my sister and I were chatting at the entrance to the kitchen. I was leaned up against the side of my fridge with the rest of the kitchen behind me to the left while my sister was sitting down not even a foot across from me and has a clear sight into the kitchen.

Mid conversation I was interrupted by a black mass that shot across the kitchen behind me.

I saw it in the corner of my eye so I didn't get a perfect look at it and assumed it was a fly that whizzed by the corner of my vision so I turned my head and started to scan the area so I could potentially slap it out of the air but after a second or two and not seeing anything I returned my head to face my sister who has been entirely quiet for the last few seconds to see her practically pale white and shook.

I remember narrowing my brow and asking her if she saw that and she just nodded her head and we both flew out of the kitchen into the living room screaming "what the hell was that!" On repeat at the top of our lungs for like 10 minutes.

We caused enough of a commotion for my my sleeping mom to come down the stairs at ask what's going on.

I remember my sister describing what she saw, a black mass, an orb that streaked across our kitchen from the top cabinets to our microwave across from it.

One thing I remember was that my mom was weirdly calm about it and just spoke in a light voice saying it was our godmother visiting us for the last time.

Our godmother had just died the day prior so when my mom said that to us we just looked at each other and our spines shook. And I remember my sister joking that she loved my godmother but she wished she had a better way of appearing to us or something like that.

My mom also told us she saw our godmother at the side of the house as she was coming back from work that afternoon but didn't tell us as she didn't want to spook us.

It's been nearly a decade since that happened but I still think about it alot but haven't really brought it up with anybody in a long time that hasn't already heard me tell the story when it first happened.

TL;DR Sister and I saw a large-ish black mass zip across my kitchen and I want an explanation of what we saw.

Here is my next post about the time I apparently was possessed by from what my friend Brittany told me was a woman named Pearl and some angry railroad man. Well first this is going to be a long one and we'll start from why we decided to go to a place in Ohio called Moonville it is legit and you can look it up. Well anyways not really sure how we even came across this place maybe looking at haunted places for Halloween to go to. But what made us go to Moonville was that my friends last name was also like the founders of Moonville the Coates Family and spelled the same way as her last name so that intriged us. We've read were the place was condemned because of some virus breakout its been years so I dont remember much on the town but def seemed scary from what we read. Well we decided to go with a couple other close friends so there was 5 of us and I was the driver back when I had my G6. Anyways we planned to get to the town around 3am because why not its Halloween time and wanted to see if we could see anything strange being the witch's hour. Describing the place is hard cuz we actually couldnt get into the town since it was condemned and the way the gps took us was like it had one way in one way out. There was literally only one house that I ever saw on the road that lead to the town. Now the roads were dirt and gravel with at least a 50ft drop off to the right of us. When we first were getting close we thought we seen a body in the road just when a damn deer jumped out from where this white sheet covering what looked like a body would be under it and def put us on edge but kept driving until we got to the main entrance. We got out and looked basically was us the road and trees and a cliff also we didn't realise the drop off until we got close to the edge of the road it was bridge with a chain that said no trespassing on it that was the way into the town. Well realising we couldnt get in to see the place we just started driving on the only road to see if it ended somewhere thats when everything changed. Now I'm only writing from what my friend told me happened cuz I was basically spaced out after being possessed. She said first I turned into a real country sounding woman named Pearl who apparently didn't know how to drive a car and my friend said I was driving slow and close to the steering wheel asking her how i got here and why I was in such a strange vehicle. Anyways up until my g6 was totalled(not on this trip) I guess one of our friends asked Pearl to write her name on the window which she did in perfect freaking cursive like no other and with my left hand! Im not left handed at all let alone to write in cursive. I guess after awhile of asking her questions she just left my body and everyone was looking at me cuz I guess my body collapsed a little when she left my body and they thought we were going to crash asking me if I was alright and me asking why what happened and so I was told I was possessed by Pearl. Now heres when shit got crazy as she said not even 5 min or so went by when I turned into an angry railroad man who apparently was tall asf cuz one of friends like said he put his hand over my head saying the area around me was cold (im short 5'2 btw) when I said in a deep angry voice "Dont f-ing touch me" they immediately got chills from that and I started driving like 40-50mph around these dangerous sharp curves with the same steep drop off and I dont know this road at all and they said I was driving it like I was running from cops very skilled at it to but I guess the railroad guy was okay to talk to got a couple answers about him like that he was killed on the tracks after some of his worker friends pushed him infront of one of the trains and that he wasnt a good guy either doing dirty work not sure what it was though. He scared them though driving the way he did so much that once I guess we finally reached towards the end of the road they slammed my car into park. Thats when they said I turned and looked at them with blood shot eyes like I was pissed tf off and told them not to touch my truck. (We're in a car) Then he turned the car back around to head back the way we came saying he had work to do and couldn't be dealing with little kids at a time like this. He drove them out to the house I mentioned earlier thats when he stopped the car and told them something's coming they asked what he said the kids and dogs (so not sure if he use to,have a family and stayed where that house was or not) he told them not to get out the car for if they did the kids would grab them and the dogs would tear them to shreds they had locked the car thats when they heard noises around the car and howling and sounds of banging and scratches on the car the railroad guy just out of nowhere slams on the gas and starts flying again (back towards the town entrance) saying its time for me to go. Just when we got close to the towns entrance I turned back into myself and even tho I had snapped back from when Pearl was inside me I had forgotten that I still felt like we were just arriving at the entrance needless to say they wanted to leave and my body was so cold my skin had goosebumps I blasted the heat to get warm again before leaving. Now when it got morning time we went to put my stuff in my car I was only staying the night for the trip when we seen a whole bunch of little kids hand prints on the trunk and back doors it definitely was crazy to hear the story from her in the morning but I'm now prone to being possessed easily and can speak with spirits basically this was when I realised some of my senses for the paranormal.

Back in 2010, at fifteen-years-old, I was uncharge of my youngest baby brother for a couple of hours while my parents ran errands. I never really minded babysitting him, it was always a blast because he has been the sweetest soul to grace this Earth since 2007. Being two-years-old (almost three), the little man was filled with all of the energy I wish I could get after four cups of coffee. We were running around the house–I was pretending to be a monster chasing him to have a tea party (NOT TRYING TO INDUCE NIGHTMARES).

I realized I was revving up his energy so much that he now wouldn't go to sleep on time. After a few more minutes, I KER-PLOPPED onto the stairs and I let him know it was time to get his jammies on and we could pick not one, but two books to read before bed. He was still giggling on the stair above me, his little body bending forward trying to catch a break from the laughter.

"MICHAEL!" A little voice yelled.

My body stiffened and I looked over at my little brother. He looked at me with a perplexed gaze, "Michael?" he asked me.

With his limited toddler vocabulary of gibberish and almost english, there were very few words he could say clearly. My brother turned his head towards the top of the stairs and repeated his own name in confusion, "Michael?"

I knew what he was thinking...who said his name? There was only two of us in this entire house...and the voice sounded so close. That little voice was the voice of a child. I was sure of it.

My heart was racing but I knew I had to keep myself composed, lest I would cause the poor little guy another night terror.

"Michael?" he asked me.

I tried my best to imitate the child's voice but sounded more like a garbled cat, "Michael!"

Then my little brother paused for a moment and burst out into laughter.

"Alright Michael, it's time for bed. Let's go pick out our books." For being completely and utterly terrified at fifteen, I thought I did pretty well keeping my sh*t together.

Fear not, the story doesn't end there. After reading THREE books, my little brother fell into a peaceful slumber. I checked that his baby monitor was plugged in and kissed him goodnight. I went downstairs to the living room and turned on my favorite tv show at the time: Gossip Girl. I got maybe halfway through an episode where Jenny is being the little shit that she always is when I hear my little brother talking on the baby monitor. He's saying toddler gibberish that I don't understand. Then I hear something else. Another voice? Yet it sounded like it was buried under layers of static and white noise. It was strange. I ran upstairs to my little brother's room and burst through the door.

The light was on and Michael was sitting on the floor playing with toys. He said some toddler gibberish to the space in front of him then turned to me and yelled, "Play!"

Something felt...off. The best way I can describe it is that it just didn't feel like two of us in the room. I scooped up Michael off of the floor and tucked him into bed.

"Michael it's bedtime. We need to get allllll of the energy so that we can play tomorrow."

Michael looked over towards something standing on the other side of the bed and then back at me. "Play," he said with the heartbreaking voice of a sad child.

"I promise we will play tomorrow. I need you to go to bed," my little brother always sleeps with the door closed (oddly enough)–I could only think of what compelled me to say this, "I'm leaving the door open and I'm going to watch TV in Mom's room. I'll be there if you need me."

Just ten minutes later, my little brother was out like a light. When my mother came home, around 8:30 in the evening, I told her what had happened on the stairs and what happened in his room. Her eyes were filled with swarming thoughts and she finally broke the silence,

"I always justified that he has been playing with an imaginary friend, but now I know that there really is a little girl still here wanting to play."

Did a child you know ever seem to experience something odd like my little brother? Do you have any ghostly encounters as a child?

How do you feel about the use of a Ouija Board?

I was staying at a hotel in Spain and at around 1am I was turned on my side going to sleep and I felt a hand grab my shoulder it was really short but I felt the whole palm and fingers squeeze my left trap area not sure if it means anything but I thought I’d share

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I've searched everywhere to buy all the seasons yet they don't sell them on DVD. Why?

Starting last semester, I have been feeling a strong presence frequently. I believe this "Glasses Man" had been trying to establish a connection with me. While I had not seen him manifest himself like this before, I isolated this frame from a video I took in the campus library, and to my surprise - there he was.

Whenever I sit in this spot at the library, I always feel weird, I see things, feel temperature changes, and I've even been touched a handful of times (patted on the head, poked on my legs and arms, feel sudden breezes). All the while I continue to capture what seems to be Glasses Man, but also other entities that I believe are present as well. I would love to know what any of you think about why this spirit has been trying so hard for such a long time to get me to pay attention to him. Why in my college's library? And why is it that I see him more frequently around campus and now it also seems that I have captured other spirits with him too.

I’ve lived in my house for almost two years, and in the past few months some weird things have been happening.

The entrance to the attic is a small door covered with a piece of plywood in the ceiling of my closet. One day I walked into my room and the door to the attic slammed shut. Another time I closed my closet doors and then I went to sit on my bed and watch Netflix or something. In this time no one came into my room and I didn’t hear the closet door open, but when I got up I noticed that one of the doors was partially open.

Multiple times I’ve left my room at night and heard sounds downstairs. One night I heard footsteps down in the foyer, but I could see that no lights were on because you would have been able to see them up the stairwell. There couldn’t have been anyone down there because everyone in the house was asleep, except for me. I’ve also heard a metal pot clang in the kitchen, but when I went downstairs I couldn’t find anything out of place or anything that could have fallen to cause the sound.

All of these things could have logical explanations, but the amount of things that have been happening is questionable. Things have been moved around my house. A whole pot of soup, that I specifically remember putting in the fridge, ended up going bad because someone left it on the counter. My mom said she didn’t leave it out and refused to believe that I put it in the fridge.

Am I jumping to conclusions, or is my house actually haunted?

Hey friends- I’m still working on my podcast and I’m returning to West Point to film. Early May. Anyone out there live in faculty housing at USMA and experience a haunting? I did. Specifically at Lee Housing- Lmk I’d love to interview you

I used to live in a trailer house. It was a four bedroom and two bathroom unit. Six months later after my exroommates had moved out I got two new roommates. After a month I had entered a sexual relationship with one of the roommates. She had a pyschic ability to see and hear ghosts. I started to see ghosts too. I saw them as shadow figures. One afternoon my FWB was watching tv and I was sitting in the corner behind her. I looked up and saw a figure standing there watching her, so after a minute I realized what I was seeing and gasped and my FWB looked over and said, "What?" I told her what I saw and she said that it's what happens. I then looked over to where I saw the figure and it was gone. Another time I was in the front room with all of the roommates I had at the time. I was talking to one and I saw a shadow come out of a room and walk towards us. It was a ghost of a cat. It came within a foot of us and it realized that I could see it and I felt it looking at me. My róommate asked me what I was looking at and I looked over at her and I then looked at where I saw the shadow cat and it was gone.

I had the scarriest dream that I wanted to get off my chest, I thought I would dump it here on reddit where people will scroll past and think nothing of it, but at least it’s here. I was in a forest with no trail or sign of life for what seemed like forever, the forest was quiet, but not how forests are usually quiet with birds singing and the faint babbling of a river nearby, but dead silence as me and my friend were driving through in a truck. The steering wheel was on the right side of the car (I live in America so this is unusual) and I was in the passenger seat, suddenly the car flipped backwards and was impaled by the top of a tall tree, a branch went through the right window and through my friends head, I fell out to see a giant figure, about ten feet tall with a normal sized head, very very large circular brimmed hat, big skinny legs and huge feet, it had skinny huge arms and enormous hands and looked like a shadow, no depth no outlines of the trench coat on their body, just, mass. I tried to run but no luck I heard a slam as my vision went black and I woke up. Since I had this dream I have seen it out of the corner of my eye driving past forests but when I look at it, it’s gone. This is a completely true story, you may not believe it after all I am just a random stranger on the internet why should you trust me, but would it hurt, if it was real, would my suffering effect you in anyway if you just shrugged this off as fake and went on with your day?

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On a normal day in the late winter a few years back, something terrifying happened. I was done with the day, and I crashed in my bed earlier than usual. Then later that night, at around midnight I woke up, I was thirsty and my mouth was dry. I got up to get a drink, then I forgot If I had closed the chicken coop door, so I checked the window after getting a drink. Then to my surprise I saw a strange creature loping through the yard, my heart sank and I couldn't move. The creature was tall bony and had scaly purple skin, its eyes were yellow, the moonlight gleaming off of them. It's mouth hung open it had fangs and a red long tongue, it looked more dark and grey in the shadows, though I made out it's shape and color.

It was a brief sighting but scary, but this was not the first time it was seen at my house.

So the other night at dusk, me and my fiance were on a walk (playing pokemon. We are nerds 💕) anyway I truly thought I saw a guy sitting on a railing up ahead(about 7-9ft away. Not that far) so I moved to the side a little, then as we got closer the guy was gone. "That was weird" I said out loud. He asked what and I said. I could have swore I saw a man sitting here on the railing. He had a hat on with blond hair in a pony tail, blond beard, red T-shirt and blue Jean's. Has anyone else seen this man? I never have before and it's been on my mind ever since it happened.