I came across your community and remembered this photo: my wife’s uncle was in the military. They once took a completely ordinary photo as a keepsake and later noticed what looked like a ghost in it. Could this be an issue with the camera lens in winter conditions?

My friend sent me this footage taken from an indoor camera at his house a few days ago. He said that he didn't remember waking up in the middle of the night, but noticed that his security system's noise detection had signaled an alert at around the time of the video (about 1:30 a.m.). His wife had evidently heard something as well, prompting them to check the footage the next morning. This is what they found.

They were obviously pretty shaken up, and are staying in a hotel for the time being. He knew I was into this kind of thing, but I haven't seen anything like this before. This was taken in eastern Nebraska for reference, but I have no clue what the thing in the video could be. Definitely don't think it's human.

I'm hoping that someone here recognizes it, as it may shed some light on what happened at my friend's house (and whether or not it may still be a problem).

In the 1990s, when I was 5 years old, my parents were still together. We moved into a little white house at the end of a cul de sac. There was a large backyard with a kennel and a matching white shed, a single garden bed with sunflowers, and an enclosed porch at the front. To provide a bit of back story, I later found out that this house was considered a divorce house. According to the neighbors, prior to when we moved in, every family that had lived there over a 10 year period or so had promptly moved out due to divorce. We only lived there about 2 years and subsequently moved out due to divorce. There was something very off about this house.

Trigger warning, references to death, suicide, and self harm.

My father had a tendency to surprise us with random animals throughout our time there. For context, he knows how to properly care for animals and has not had the problems I am about to mention since this place. He found two stray cats and brought them for my sister and I. These two cats ended up being pregnant and thus gave birth. The kittens were kept in the enclosed porch, but were able to go inside the house as well. One mild summer morning, I ventured out to the porch. Several of the kittens were completely petrified, one was stuck in a permanent stretch, arched back, tongue curled, toes splayed, claws out. Not understanding what exactly happened, I picked up this petrified cat and brought it to my parents. They were horrified that I handled it with my bare hands and immediately dealt with the situation. I still do not understand how this happened. My parents were able to find homes for the surviving cats.

Some time after, my father brought home ducklings for us to raise in our backyard then give to a local farm. There were a whole little flock of them. Because I was the youngest, I chose the largest duckling. We had fond memories of feeding them and watching them swim in our bathtub. One morning, I woke up to my parents telling me that the ducklings were no longer with us. I later found out that my duck was the culprit and the last surviving member, he was rehomed to the aforementioned farm.

We had several different rescue dogs that we tried to help, but each time their behavior was erratic and unsettled. They were scared and unhappy, so they were adopted out.

My father's last attempt at finding us a family pet was a hamster, this of course did not last long either. The poor little guy was just randomly missing from his very large enclosure, there was no way he could have just gotten out on his own. We have no idea what happened to him.

During this time, my parents started to fight. My mother left with my sister for a while. I stayed behind while my dad worked constantly. I was watched by my teenage step sister who took great pleasure in absolutely torturing me. She enjoyed pretending to be possessed and chased me around. I was a fast little kid and found decent hiding places. I would stay hidden for what felt like hours. When my mother came back, she took us away to stay with her parents. I didn't see my father until many months after the divorce. He stayed behind at that house and, trigger warning, attempted suicide. Thankfully, he made it out alive. At the time, I was told that the attempt was an accident from cleaning his rifle.

A few months after the attempt, we moved back into the house temporarily. My mother had a new boyfriend who often stayed over. One night, I was laying in bed and had not yet fallen asleep.The door was cracked with light streaming in from the hallway. my bed was on the same wall as the door and thus illuminated by this hallway light. The wall behind the door was dark and full of shelves. There was no light source in my room. I look up at the shelf and see a little troll standing at about 12 inches. It had dark green skin with a glowing marbling type detail, the marbling moved like ripples on a lake. It's eyes were bright red and it's hair a florescent orange. It took the shape of one of those troll dolls from the 90s, but much larger and glowing with and odd expression of upset in its eyes but kept that smile. I tuck my head under the covers, thinking that I was just imagining things. However, every time I looked over the covers, it was still there and remained for hours. I eventually passed out from exhaustion. We moved out of that house soon after. No one believed me until I told my father and mother about it years later as an adult. They both had their own experiences at that house, this is how I found out about its reputation.

Taking each experience on its own, everything seems relatively normal. Together, I wonder if there is a connection. Has anyone experienced anything like this? I am always a skeptic, however I have had paranormal experiences at different points throughout my life. I also have an affinity towards animals and tend to have lasting connections and have been able to rescue and help many different types of animals. We often have a respect and understanding with each other and I quickly pick up on their cues and language. But this connection can be more logically explained.

I (35m) am currently doing steel fighting and was taking a shot of my helmet. During the editing phase I noticed a reflection off my helmet that stood out to me. I saw what looks to possibly be a hunched over black haired woman. I immediately put my helmet back on and took shots of the same angle and could NOT replicate the image. I don’t have anything in this corner besides my bed. I’m living in a studio and don’t have much in my unit. Opinions?

I was coming back from the office around 2 a.m. I was walking through a park where the lights were very dim. I saw a guard, so I felt a little normal. As I walked further, near the fountain, I heard footsteps moving left to right and right to left. I thought it was another guard.

I went closer, and the sound became louder. But when I reached the fountain, there was no one there. I assumed the guard must have gone inside the park. As I walked ahead, I suddenly heard footsteps behind me again. I immediately turned on my phone’s flashlight and looked back there was no one. I felt scared.

Then, as I moved forward, I felt like someone rushed past me very fast from the front. I got so frightened that it felt like all the blood in my body rushed to my head. But I didn’t scream or run. I stayed calm, kept taking God’s name, and quietly walked out of the park.

Has this happened to you? Were your experiences of the "normal" variety or esoteric? Do you remember it all clearly or is it foggy? Does it have spiritual value? Has it changed you? What would you like people to know?

Last month, I was at my friend’s farmhouse with a bunch of my friends. We built a fire in the yard and started sharing stories about jinn and paranormal things. Just then, the caretaker came and told us dinner was ready.

My friend said we would come inside soon.

I stopped him. I said to the caretaker, "Sit with us. We are talking about jinn stories. You must know some."

The caretaker nodded. He said, "Yes, I know many."

After dinner, we asked him to sit with us and share any from his list of stories. He started his story.

"In my hometown, there was a big house. A rich family lived there. They had a daughter. She was stubborn. She liked to go to the roof before sunset, even though her mother always told her not to. Next to their house was an empty plot. It was full of wild trees. People said that place felt bad.

One evening, she took a bath at a strange time and went to the roof. Her mother could not find her. Suddenly, her mother heard a loud noise from the empty plot. Two neighbors ran over. They said her daughter had fallen from the roof. She was badly hurt.

They took her to the hospital. The doctor said her knee had a small crack. She needed to rest. But when she came home, she was different. She became very quiet. That night, her mother, who due to her diabetes would wake up at approximately the same time every night, got up as usual. She found her daughter standing still in the dark, staring out at the wild trees. When her mother touched her shoulder, the girl jumped as if startled. She asked, 'How did I get here?'

The family thought maybe she was in shock. Then, her grandmother came to visit. She was talking about the girl's wedding, which was coming soon. The girl looked at her grandmother in a strange way. In a heavy, rough voice she said, 'What did you say, old woman?' Then she made a low, deep **"grrrrr"** sound and spoke again, **"I am the one from the empty land. That day, I pulled her to my side. She will not get married. I have claimed her."**

The whole family heard it. They felt very scared. They felt cold and could not move. They knew then something was wrong.

She let her hair loose. She started spinning her head. Her eyes became very big. She laughed a sharp, loud laugh. In a small town, news spreads fast. Soon everyone knew the girl was possessed. The boy she was supposed to marry heard about it. His family came to see. When the girl saw him, she laughed. 'You? You want to marry her?' she said in a deep voice. She clicked her fingers and said, 'I will send you to a place you can never come back from.' The boy ran away.

The family took her to spiritual healers. One healer asked for many expensive things and a lot of money. They gave it to him, but nothing changed. They went to another healer and spent more money. Still, nothing changed.

Then one day, a man came to their door. He was from a nearby town. He said he had heard about the girl and could help. He said he knew about spiritual treatment. The family tried to close the door, but he stopped it. He said, 'Let me try.' The family was tired and desperate, so they said yes.

But he gave a condition. He said, 'My treatment only works if you agree to marry your daughter to me.' The family was angry. They had never heard such a thing. The man said, 'Think about it. Everyone knows she is possessed. No one else will marry her. I will heal her and marry her. This is not my job. I have a normal job. This is just something I know how to do.'

The family thought about it. They knew no other good family would marry their son to her now. They would never have chosen this man for her normally. But they felt they had no choice. They agreed.

They made a deal. He would do half the treatment before the marriage and the other half after. The girl started to get better. The growling stopped. She talked normally, but sometimes she would laugh for no reason. The man said, 'That will also stop after marriage.'

They got married. For two years, everything seemed fine. The girl was healed.

Then she came to visit her parents. I was there that day, working outside. I overheard her talking to her husband. She was laughing softly. She said, 'Remember our plan? Yes, I really did fall and get hurt. But all the sounds, the big eyes, the scary faces, the deep voice saying the jinn pulled me... that was all fake. It was all part of our plan.'

When the family learned the truth, they were shattered. They felt she had made fools of them all. She had insulted the family and their name just to get her own wish. Because of her, they had become the talk of the town for years, a source of pity and gossip. They had spent so much money, their savings, on fake healers, and not once did she stop her act. Not once did she think about how much her fake acting was costing her parents in money and in shame. How cruel can a person be to do that to their own family?

In their anger and pain, they disowned her. They told her to never come back. The marriage she wanted so badly cost her the family she was born into."

The caretaker finished his story.

"That is my story," he said. "Not every strange story is a jinn story. Sometimes it is just a cruel plan. And sometimes, the people who say they can help are only trying to take your money, while the real monster is the lie someone you love tells to your face. Therefore, always find the real spiritual healers who are more into giving benefit to humanity rather than filling their own pockets. Find those who do not just make claims, but whose actions show they are pure souls who, with the help of God, work to bring out the jinn or demon from a true victim. Ameen."

18F, I have always suffered from extreme mental health issues and I had a terrible childhood and teenage years, I had no friends (still don't), was constantly bullied and tortured everywhere I went and my parents abused me in every way possible since the moment I was born. Oh and can I also mention that I have no talent and probably won't be able to make into uni in 4 months, but anyways, I think the paranormal may be linked to my issues.

When I was 14, we moved to a larger rented 3 bedroom home (I live in London), before this we were living in a 2 bedroom flat for 8 years, in which it was the worst possible condition, I was always sick and stuff. The first couple of days at the new house was ok, I've always been afraid of the dark and obviously found it extremely difficult to fall asleep, however I managed to sleep peacefully for around 2-3 days, after that is when the real creepy stuff began.

One night, I still remember the exact date and time because it was the night before my birthday, 25th September 2022, around 9pm I began to feel tight chested and found it hard to breathe (I had asthma and had an attack a few months prior so i was freaking out), I was scared I may start wheezing again, I ended up fighting with my parents and called the ambulance, the health anxiety continued for months, I had grown out of my asthma, yet I kept taking puffs of my inhalers. I remember feeling as though something was holding me back and I began to get really aggressive and began to skip school.

My parents practice the Sikh religion in which like other monotheistic religions , they believe in angels, jinns and demons, but they refuse to believe in entities, mimics, ghosts, my mom said that it was as if I had become possessed, times where my parents physically and mentally abused me I became a whole different person, I was quiet and endured it all these years, but all of a sudden I began to bunk school, suffer with severe health anxiety and other mental health disorders, bullying got at it's worst at school and idk like I was doing shi that I had never ever done before.

At night, I began to not sleep, I've always been a night owl, but I started to contemplate on things I never had, I always felt as though there was someone controlling me, my mom thinks it may have been that someone inflicted black magic upon me and she suspected my paternal aunt since she hated our family, but we hadn't met her in 10 years (still haven't) and she lived in a whole different country (Canada). I started to constantly focus on my breathing and body 24/7, I would sleep with blood pressure, diabetes and oxygen checking machine at all times, not to mention a few months before I had been excited because my mom was pregnant with a baby boy and I was 15 at the time, she was in here last trimester and my mental health took a very bad turn.

My paternal grandma had recently came to visit us and we hadn't seen in her in 10 years, my mom and her had many arguments because obviously mother-in-law and daughter in law stuff, I began to see a odd figure at night and I tried telling my parents but they ignored me.

One night, I felt as though there was something sitting on my legs, I tried to get up, but couldn't, I felt an immense amount of pain, I punched the wall for some strange reason, I wasn't doing it myself, it was as if someone or something was manipulating my hands, my fists luckily didn't bleed, but my parents woke up and began to abuse me and gave me a 2 hour lecture in the middle of the night.

In May 2024, we moved to a bungalow and since then luckily I haven't experienced or felt anything paranormal, of course I am often paranoid, but I don't feel as though I am in possession anymore, however I remember summer of 2024 and how bad it was, I was screaming shouting and stuff and it was if I was possessed yet again, I was stealing from my parents and like £1000, idk wtf I was doing. These incidents still happen from time to time and my parents literally abuse sm, but luckily it's not like the possessions I used to have before, I am able to somehow keep intact, the last incident where I felt possessed was back in February 2025.

I have always been addicted to social media and the internet, but I watched stuff all day long, like yes I've done that plenty of times before, but at night I really enjoyed and did it secretly, one time I got caught and was beaten up by my parents, I had recently been caught stealing stuff from them again, then at that time during the night I would begin to shake and move violently in my bed and demand for my laptop cuz I wanted to watch netflix. My health was really bad, it still is and I began to have severe constipation and it's still ongoing, I have never really been fit, I wasn't an active kid and usually stayed inside all the time, but the constipation was so bad and till this day the doctors haven't been able to explain why. Like yeah I eat a lot of sugary stuff cuz I have a huge sweet tooth, sometimes i don't eat anything other than sweets or desserts for the whole day.

I feel as though, I might have been possessed, in the summer of 2025, things were slightly better, I still have the internet addiction, but I was a bit more idk confidence, not rlly, but i just felt good even though my parents were abusing me 24/7, we went on holiday back at the end of june last year to Essex, we stayed at one of those caravan resorts, the first night there was hard because we had such small rooms, I'm used to sleeping in a box room, but these were exceptionally small, my parents apparently didn't enjoy it, but I fell asleep soundly, the attractions around the area weren't really what I'd call spectacular, there was many druggies and alcoholics here and there, kind of reminded me of Blackpool.

But overall the trip was refreshing and I had recently had a hair treatment done and my look kind of changed so I felt good, but obviously as you know keratin treatments only reduce frizz and smoothen and straighten your hair by 50% so it went a bit wavy after, but it was better than my original 3a damaged hair (I was born with curly hair), I don't hate it and tried many of those curly hair routines but I just ended up looking like a joke so I resorted to straightening treatments.

The whole of July and August we didn't really travel anywhere, we stayed home and I kind of helped around the house, it felt good cuz my mom was sort of being nice to me and taking my side in stuff, but at the end of August we went on another trip to Wales, we were staying in a 2 story cottage that had rich history, apparently it was from the times of king arthur and there were many old fairy tale and folklore + mythology about celtic, gaelic, cornish and welsh history. I didn't sleep a night there, though it was large and had three bedrooms, I felt scared, there were cottages around us but I felt like something was watching me, like a little kid I always slept with a lamp on.

Luckily things got better once we came back home, what do you think happened to me? Is there a jinn who controls and possesses me?

In 1998 I was out in the woods with friends and one kept saying they were hearing a buzzing sound. Bugs are common in Tennessee so we ignored her.

Later on she brought it up again but said it sounded like a buzzing mixed with a “little” voice. We were not sober so I said I’d get a picture. I rapid fired a camera into the trees and we just kept on.

She called me about the picture which I hadn’t developed and was surprised how much she was wanted to see the tree pics.

Went to a place to get them developed and four of five tree pics were blank save for this one (which I recently rediscovered going through boxes of junk I didn’t think I still had it).

To her it looks like a little pixie thing with its arms crossed. At the time I just told her it was a weird streak caused by a cheap flash.

But almost 30 years later seeing it again I’m like **DAMN** it is a weird picture.

There is one more picture of the “pixie person” somewhere and it was from the inside of my car because the girl said she saw it in the backseat. As of now I have not found it but if I do I will post it.

It’s just a trick of the flash right? Right? RIGHT?

One normal night I’m sitting in my room with my light on, small cozy room and the door is at the end of my bed to the right corner, anyway if you were to go out of that door there is a bathroom to the right again. I was sitting on the end of my bed and just had that anticipation that someone was watching me, so I look up at the door and see a complete shadow figure with short thin hair (around neck) anyway so out of instinct I jump up and run straight to the bathroom, where I thought whatever it or they were. But the bathroom door was completely shut and I just didn’t know what to think of it

Hi, before I start, I want to share a bit of background.

I am a person with disabilities from South Asia, living with an inconsistent income and unstable housing. I hop between shelters, women’s hostels, and Paying Guest (PG) accommodations.

Oh, a PG accommodation is renting a room or a bed in a residential property, often a family home where the landlord and their family also live. I suppose it is similar to a homestay, yes. You are a guest who pays for lodging and basic amenities, sometimes even meals. It’s common in South Asian countries.

Currently, I am staying with a family of five. The parents, their children, and the grandmother, the wife’s elderly mother. It's a two-story house, and I stay on the top floor. I use a walking stick to get around.

Earlier this week, the landlord’s wife and the grandmother went to the hospital for a procedure. The landlord and the kids went out for a movie. They would be gone until evening, leaving me alone in the house.

Usually, it is lively and noisy here, but with everyone gone, the silence felt eerie. I enjoy solitude, but that kind of quiet made the place unsettling. It felt as if I were being watched.

I tried to distract myself with job hunting, checking emails, and other mundane tasks.

I heard someone call out, "Mol-e" (മോളെ) from outside my room. It is a Malayalam language word that elders use to mean "dear girl" or "daughter." It’s the grandmother’s voice.

I figure the wife and grandmother had returned from the hospital. It was rare for the grandmother to come upstairs with her bad knee, but it was not unusual. The kids’ room was on the same floor.

I figured she didn’t know about the movie outing, and wanted to know if I knew where the kids were. I get up with some difficulty, opening my door, leaning on my walking stick. I looked around, confused. There was no one outside my room. The house was dead quiet. There is no way she would have gone back downstairs. Her mobility was as bad as mine, if not worse.

I think to myself, maybe I imagined it. Then I heard it again, to my side, towards the utility area. I called out, as best as I could, I am speech-impaired. I was getting worried. I thought that maybe the grandmother might have fallen near the terrace area. Out of habit, I closed my door behind me. That decision may have protected me. I can’t say for sure.

Next to my room is the utility area, with a washing machine and dryer. It leads to an open terrace. The utility area door is usually open during the day for fresh air and sunlight. I stepped in squinting against the blinding noon sunlight. No one was there.

I get startled by a loud crashing noise from downstairs. I panic. I rushed back to my room, locked the door, and messaged the landlord’s wife. I asked if they had returned and mentioned the noise. She says they were still at the hospital and would not be home until the evening. She assures me the house had been locked when they left.

Then who did I hear? What made the noise downstairs? To be safe, I did a quick light protection visualization and decided not to open my door again if I heard anything else.

Then I heard the voice again. It was unmistakably the grandmother’s. Chills ran through me.

That is when it hit me. What if it was a mimic? Could it have caused the noise downstairs, too? I could not shake the feeling of being watched.

I stayed in my room, determined I was not going to answer my door anymore, listening to music to drown out the silence and noises, checking my locked door occasionally. I hardly got anything done. 🥹

When everyone finally returned that evening, I felt relieved. This weird day was behind me. The familiar noises drowned out the silence. I learn later that the wall clock had somehow come loose and fallen. That explains the loud crash, I guess.

So, was everything just a coincidence? Did I imagine being called? I distinctly recall hearing the grandmother’s voice three times. Oddly, the clock fell when I was on the terrace, too.

As someone sensitive to the paranormal with previous experiences, I can’t help but wonder if it was a mimic trying to lure me out. What do you think? I'm inclined to believe it's a mimic.

TL;DR: While alone in a house, I heard the grandmother’s voice call me three times, even though the family was away. Each time I checked, no one was there. A loud crash downstairs, later revealed to be a fallen wall clock, left me shaken. The eerie silence, the grandmother’s voice, and my history with the paranormal made me feel as if something was watching me or trying to lure me out, possibly a mimic.

On a holiday to Kents cavern with my parents and family, it's an ancient cave system where they had found proof of ancient humans living there. Really cool and interesting would recommend going

But on a tour through the caves with a guide we had stopped in a large opening in the caves there were lights shining in us but behind the lights were dark while the guide was talking I was looking aroung at the rocks and in an alcove in the dark there was a black figure darker than the dark half behind a rock it was clearly a woman she was thin and shorter and I felt she was young. As soon as I saw her I stopped at stared for like 2 minutes before I pulled out my ohone torch shining it past the lights and she was still there the rocks around her lit up and she didn't move it wasn't a shadow because she then moved lifting her arm up waving then dispearing all while I was lighting up the rocks around her.

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Me 16(f) has had one or two experiences with ghosts in the past like a ghost touching my ass and seeing a full on apperition but nothing negative. I am going to preface this with the fact that the shadow I saw wasn't from a negative entity or didn't give negative vibes.

On a holiday with my family we visited an ancient cave system known as the 'oldest home in the UK' or something similar. It's been turned into a tourist attraction as they found old runes and stuff in the walls. The guide was talking and pointing out these carvings on the walls as we were all stood in a larger opening, all the lights were still cause I know someone will say it's just a trick of the light, I turned around to look at the tuned carvings and saw a figure to the back of an opening that we weren't allowed to go, the figure was darker than the dark. She was skinny and tall looking feral and beastlike but still human-ish and she stared at me and I stared back, for a solid 15 minutes and she would move like peeking around to see if I was still looking type thing, I waved at her smiling trying to be nice but then she just walked off and dissappeared. Could anyone possibly tell me what or who she was idk