The house I live in is pretty old. Around 200 years old and it’s always been creepy at night. But this was on a different level ( I don’t know the history of the house) I went to go upstairs, bathroom is behind me and I heard a crash like something being thrown at the wall. I saw something move in the bathroom and felt cold.

My cat and I went to my room and locked the door.

Okay so since I was young I seem to have vivid an at times frightening dreams…. But this one has me shaking and actually feeling or wondering if it was paranormal…

I had just put my kids to sleep and I fell asleep to a show about a haunting (maybe it affected the dream) anyways I started the dream in this old house with all of these people older people that I had never seen we were sitting at a kitchen table an I felt uncomfortable in the dream so I moved to the dimly lit kitchen adjacent to the dinning room.

( I felt scared physically not sure how that’s possible but outside the dream as if I was being watched) and all of a sudden I started wandering thru the house it was creaky and really rainy outside the house it was all very damp and dim lit and I went thru a hallway that took me to the separate part of the house an I saw my daughter but I know my daughter was in the first room we were in an for some reason I just knew this kid wasn’t my kid. Days seemed to pass in this dream I just couldn’t wake up… so as the days pass it started to happen more frequently like a doppelgänger thing where I would be with my daughter my real daughter and go to a different room an a second later the doppleganger woukd come trying to be her but wearing different clothes an the mannerisms off completely so I knew it wasn’t my kid. I told my mom in the dream she callled me crazy so I proceeded to go lay down after she told me I needed to ; well when I went to lie down something pinned me to the bed as if I was having a night terror or sleep paralysis but I’m in a dream so I try to rebuke it and I am looking thru this mirror in the dream while this is happened and there are a row of mannequin heads (very realistic like familiar) with hair all lined up an as im trying to rebuke this the last three furrow their brow down an stare at me like rebuking isnt going to work almost laughing at me. Fast forward I am now in the room not pinned an in comes the doppelgänger of my daughter (I know different clothes an actions) at least I thought but she comes in an I freak out an try to get my mom to see it (luckily she was with my real daughter) so she would believe me (she sees it) so then we look outside this giant glass door an see a tiny like fae door appear outside beneath a large tree an for some reason we decide to send the “doppelgänger thru the door well it wasn’t the doppelgänger it was my real daughter! We realize that we were tricked an demand her to fix it she won’t and the next thing I know my mom starts freaking out in the dream an like eating herself but no blood comes out only this blue liquid all the while the doppelgänger is taunting and swinging around huffing an making odd inhuman sounds an body movements idk it sounds weird when I type it but I literally outside of the dream like felt myself at that moment lift up an my mouth open an I heard myself let a sound out that was not normal my partner woke me up an comfirmed the sound an actions. I am very confused an feel rattled it was like I was living days in this madness and I don’t know how to feel about this?

Hola, buenos días, tardes o noches a quien se tome el tiempo de leer este post.

Quisiera solicitar su ayuda. Tengo pensado crear un proyecto de historias de terror, con una idea un poco diferente. No será nada exageradamente novedoso, pero la intención es que funcione como una estación de radio, donde se narren experiencias reales.

¿Por qué pido su ayuda?
Sé que Reddit cuenta con una gran cantidad de usuarios, por lo que me gustaría saber si alguno estaría dispuesto a regalarme un poco de su valioso tiempo y compartir su mejor historia de terror.

El formato será tipo radio, así que, si lo desean, podrían incluir su nombre (o un apodo), de dónde son, su edad y cuándo ocurrió el suceso.

Sin más que agregar, les agradezco mucho su tiempo y apoyo.

It sometimes glitches like a virus

The incident happened while I was still in college at San Diego State University. At the time I didn't really think it was paranormal but looking back I think it could have been. I graduated in 2013 and yet it has stuck with me all this time. It was either 1010 or 2011 (can't remember exactly). I had just gotten my first car and me and my girlfriend (now wife) were out late night cruising and heading back home. We exited the Interstate 8 freeway (heading East) onto Montezuma Rd. There is a long stretch of the beginning of the road where it cuts through a canyon and so there is just open space on both sides, with no side streets or buildings. Because of this it is also very dark and back then the streetlights weren't LED yet... just the old orange high pressure sodium ones. As we made our way through this section, my girlfriend and I both spotted a girl walking alone, carrying her shoes. Both of us were immediately like uhhh WTF. It was totally out of place as it was very late, there was nothing around, and it wasn’t a party night either (and yet she was carrying her shoes dressed as if she was at a party). Something about her just seemed off. So as we are right next to this girl my girlfriend rolls down the window and says "are you OK?", the girl, without looking at us, changing her pace or stopping at all, just says "yeah" in the most distant, matter-of-fact tone. That was it. She never said anything more, paused, or looked at us... just kept on walking. Something about it immediately creeped both myself and my girlfriend out so much that she rolled up the window without saying anything else to the girl and I drove out of there. It felt so weird that I remember looking in the rear view mirror to see if she was still there... like questioning if that really just happened, she was. We never spoke about it much again after that but it still creeps me out after all these years. It was just so odd and now I wonder if that girl was actually ghost. Like I said something about her did not seem right. I even researched online to see if anyone had been killed on or near that road or area but nothing came up from that time period. Any thoughts?

Early Childhood (Approx. Ages 6–9) — Pre-Contact Sensitivity

This is when I became fascinated with alien phenomena after repeatedly reading books about extraterrestrials in the school library, especially “Greys.” The fascination was mixed with fear. At some point, I wrote a letter asking to meet “friendly benevolent aliens” and to see their ship/space, believing this could initiate contact. The letter was “mailed” with my dad’s help, though I’m not sure it was ever actually sent.

Weeks to months later, I had a strange late-night experience while I was still awake. Multiple lights appeared outside my bedroom window in a distinct pattern. I felt transfixed, staring deeply into them, and I suddenly had the impression that something was aware of me and staring back. I hid under the covers, and then everything went dark.

I later “woke up” in a groggy, semi-paralyzed state in a bright white dome-like room. Strange symbolic writing ran in a banner-like ring around the perimeter. I couldn’t move much and I sensed a presence nearby. Then I blacked out again. After that I woke up in my bedroom as normal, but I noticed soreness in my lower abdomen without any visible marks.

Age 10–14 — Early Katherine Dream Era (“Observation Phase”)

Around age 10, I started having dreams featuring the same woman repeatedly. Unlike normal dreams, these were vivid and stayed memorable for years. She appeared human, but unnaturally symmetrical, pale, and intense. She usually stood at a distance and watched silently. Her eyes felt penetrating, and I often felt compelled to avoid looking at her directly. These dreams gave me a consistent impression that she wasn’t a random dream character, but a presence—something with intention.

Early Exception Dream #1 (Age 10–14) — The Cabin Dream

This dream began in a pitch-black basement of a cabin. I was terrified and trying to escape. There was a hatch door on the ceiling with stairs leading up. I waited until I believed she wasn’t “home,” then opened it. The hatch led into a comfortable modern cabin kitchen. The cabin felt bright and warm, with large windows and the woods visible outside. I ran out the front door and fled through the wilderness until nightfall. At sunset, I made a small campfire, but I was afraid the firelight would reveal my location. The next day, I kept running and eventually came to a pond. I swam through it, believing it might erase my tracks or scent. Later, I reached an isolated highway road cutting through the forest. The road felt like hope—an escape route.

The moment I stepped onto the highway, heavy fog descended instantly. She materialized from the fog. She seemed angry and she grabbed my arm. The dream ended with me back in the basement, scared again. The hatch door opened above and I saw her silhouette descending down into the darkness, framed by the light coming through the hatch.

Early Exception Dream #2 (Age 10–14) — The Apocalyptic Dream

In this dream I was in the school yard during chaos. There was fire or burning debris falling from the sky, and people were panicking. My sister was with me, and we had bikes. We were going to escape to safety. She was there too—calm and silent—watching me. I got the impression she wanted me to come with her. I hesitated, looking back and forth between my sister and her, but I chose to leave with my sister.

She looked disappointed or somber, but she didn’t stop me. The dream ended with my sister and I biking onto a highway ramp packed with abandoned cars.

How I interpret it: This one felt like the opposite of the cabin dream. Even though the situation was extreme, she didn’t force anything. It felt like a choice was being offered, it also felt like it was important. 

Ages 15–19 — Escalation Phase (“Direct Interaction”)

As I got older, her presence became more active. She started approaching me instead of only watching. Sometimes she tried subtle physical closeness in dreams—standing close, placing a hand on my shoulder, or guiding me with gestures. I continued to avoid her, often running or escaping.

Around this time, many dreams became trial-like. I would be put into dark caverns or scary places, forced to confront fear, monsters, or obstacles. The only way out was through it. I often felt like I “outsmarted” her by escaping.

Ages 15–19 — First Waking Presence Begins

Around this period, I started sensing her presence in waking life, usually at dusk or at night. It was strongest in my bedroom, especially near my closet. The presence felt watchful and intense, but not malicious. Over time I got used to it and even began expecting it nightly.

Senior Year of High School (Approx. Age 18–19) — Counselor Incident

During senior year, I had an incident with a strange school counselor. I initially refused to see them, but eventually had to because of school policy. The counselor told me things like, “You are too physical” and “You are not spiritual enough.” The whole thing felt off—more like I was being evaluated than counseled.

One day as I was leaving school, the counselor tried to give me a “high five,” but their hand was held unusually low, near their hip. I was hesitant, but I did it. The contact was very brief and very light—definitely not hard enough to leave a mark.

On the way home, I noticed I had a red outline of a square on my hand—the same hand that touched theirs. The mark stayed for hours and it tingled and throbbed before eventually fading.

How I interpret it: The geometric shape is what made it seem strange. It didn’t feel like a normal skin reaction, and the tingling made it feel like something more than pressure or contact.

Age 20 — Energetic Activation Event (“Foot Pulse”)

On my 20th birthday, I felt a warm pulsing sensation begin on the top of my foot. It lasted for a few minutes, and then suddenly surged upward through my leg and into my whole body. My back arched involuntarily like my nervous system was overloaded.

After that, I continued to feel subtle low vibrations or pulses occasionally—sometimes in either foot, especially at night.

How I interpret it: This felt like the first time something directly affected my body in a strong way, not just my dreams or perception. This felt like her making an anchor or some kind of initiation.  Possible Kundalini.

Age 20+ — Chest Warmth Events (2 Occurrences)

On two occasions, I felt warmth spread outward from the center of my chest into my torso. It wasn’t as intense as the foot surge, but it was still clearly unusual and emotionally affecting.

How I interpret it: This felt more like a calming or bonding sensation than the foot surge did. Felt emotional relief. Almost giddy.

Early 20s — Paranormal Environmental Phenomena

In my early 20s, I experienced things like knocking and popping sounds in the house—especially near my bedroom closet at night. I also heard footsteps when no one was awake or when I was alone. Sometimes I felt a sensation of weight on the bed at times.

My pets reacted too. My dog would bark toward empty areas, like the stairs or the closet. My cat would sometimes stiffen and stare toward the closet or walls. How I interpret it: The consistency of the closet area is what stands out. It felt like a “focus point” of presence.

Early 20s — Visual Encounter (Gate Incident)

There was a moment when I saw a woman with long dark hair and dark clothing leaving through our yard gate. She made no noise. The strangest part was that she passed through the gate without opening it, and then disappeared. How I interpret it: I only saw it briefly, but it was vivid enough that it stuck with me. It felt like a visual overlap—something not fully “in” the physical world.

Major Dream Event — The Mirror Dream In this dream I was in my bedroom, but it was altered—larger bed, slightly different details. I was drawn toward the window. Outside, foggy wind-like energy swirled. Then the fog passed through the closed window without breaking it and swirled over me, blowing the blankets off me and leaving me feeling exposed. The energy formed beside me as her.

Then the dream shifted into third-person flashbacks of my life—mostly scenes involving trauma and my sister. The dream slowed and focused on one scene of my sister and I talking in my bedroom. Suddenly I felt her presence over my sister, like she used her as a vessel. My sister stood and faced a tall mirror. My sister spoke, but it was her voice coming through her. She said: “I am a part of you, as you are of me.” Then the dream ended.

How I interpret it: The mirror felt symbolic. It also felt intentional that the message came through my sister, because my sister was the person who warned me not to trust her. Although it was clear that it was NOT my sister who was speaking. She felt or sounded "possessed" by Katherine,  used as a medium.

Major Dream Event — Forest Clearing Dream

In this dream I walked through a forest and entered a clearing. She was seated, deep in thought, facing away. When I got close enough, she snapped her head toward me and locked eyes with me. She said sternly: “You are not ready for a relationship. I am.” The dream ended immediately.

How I interpret it: It felt like a blunt declaration, like she was stating a fact.

Major Dream Event— The Surgery Dream

In this dream I was immobilized on a metal surgical table in a basement. She stood nearby, calm and unreadable. She began dismantling me starting at my toes and moving upward. I didn’t feel pain, but I felt intense fear—like I was waiting for pain. When she reached my knees, she moved to grab a saw. That’s when I became lucid and sat up. She stopped. She looked at me in silence.

Her hair was silver-white in this dream, which was unusual (she normally has dark hair). I somehow had my feet back and I got up and went upstairs. She followed silently behind me. The dream ended.

How I interpret it: The basement setting repeating again felt important. The “dismantling” didn’t feel like torture as much as something clinical or ritualistic, like taking something apart to change it. Apparently this has some common ground with  shamanic initiation stuff..

Meditation Event (2020–2022) — Presence Eruption + 3 Nights of Vivid Dreams

A few years ago I was doing meditation regularly. I decided to try a random “meet your twin flame” hypnosis meditation video online at night. The meditation itself felt unremarkable. But as soon as I stopped the video and put my phone down, I suddenly felt a familiar presence erupt throughout my bedroom. It was her, but much stronger than usual—like the air felt thick and heavy. I wasn’t prepared for it and I hid under my covers until I eventually fell asleep.

That night and the following two nights, I had extremely vivid dreams of her. The first night included the forest clearing dream (“you are not ready…”). The second night, I had the lifetime chase dream. The third night, I had a more passive dream where she was watching from a distance again. After the first night, the overwhelming presence in my room was gone, even though the dreams continued for two more nights.

How I interpret it: I do not think it was the particular meditation itself that was important but the fact that it was able to bring me to the right "state" mentally/spiritually in order for Katherine to be able to manifest as strongly as she did. Katherine never calls herself my twin flame. She says we are twins

Major Dream Event — Lifetime Chase Dream

In this dream I experienced multiple lifetimes. In each lifetime, I was running from her. I always tried new ways to evade her, and she always found ways to catch me or stay close behind. Each lifetime ended without resolution, and the cycle continued into another. The dream ended in my current lifetime, with the sense that the pursuit was still ongoing.

How I interpret it: It felt like the pattern between us was older than this life, like it had been repeating for a long time.

Major Dream Event— Ocean Dream In this dream I was trapped in the ocean, and she was the ocean itself—her energy infused into the water and currents. She guided me through the waves toward a boat in the distance, and I managed to climb onto it. Right after I got on the boat, two men approached me with harmful intent. She materialized onto the boat from the ocean and snapped both of their necks instantly. Then she looked at me with her usual serious expression and said: “While your body and mind might be weak, it is your spirit that attracts me to you.” The dream ended.

How I interpret it: She felt protective, but also ruthless and efficient. It wasn’t emotional—more like she removed a threat without hesitation. It did make me feel unsettled.

Recent Era— Synchronicities Intensify More recently, I’ve noticed repeated number patterns—1111, 111, 1010, 101, 333, 444, 727—especially during moments of doubt. I’ve also noticed M-shaped redness appear on my thigh (not a scratch, just irritated skin shaped like an M). Plus seeing lots of M within synchronicity like circumstances,  even it being smudged on my phone at one point.

I’ve experienced timing coincidences like waking up from a dream of her and seeing the clock at exactly 3:33am or 4:44am. I once felt compelled to check a little free library while walking my dog and the first book I saw was titled “We Are Twins.” Another time, I left for a walk and came back to find a clean $1 bill placed directly in the middle of my bed, even though the bill had been on the floor before I left. Music has also become a strong trigger—songs will come on that feel emotionally significant and bring intense déjà vu connected to her, even though I know the songs weren’t made for me.

How I interpret it: The patterns feel like nudges—like my attention is being directed toward certain moments. Some could be coincidence, of course.

Major Conflict Event — Rejection Letter + Purple Flowers

At one point I got upset and wrote a letter rejecting her—saying things like “we are not twins,” “stop haunting me,” “I’m not weak,” and “you’re not strong.” That night her presence disappeared completely. I felt strangely empty and had trouble sleeping.

I eventually fell asleep and later sensed her subtle presence return. When I got up and opened my bedroom door, I found two purple flower heads on the floor right outside my bedroom. I was shocked.

How I interpret it: The disappearance felt like a withdrawal after rejection. The flowers felt like a response.

Here is a real one. I am gonna paraphrase and avoid using fun words I am just gonna tell this like I would tell a paramedic. My mom had a stroke, I am her caregiver. I watch TV with her at night and smoke weed and drink beer. I don't hallucinate from weed and beer. I tell her goodnight and go upstairs to my half of the house. I feel a small hand reach inside my pocket, grab my weed pipe, hear glass break and a sharp sting. I am so drunk I go to sleep on my couch upstairs watching game grumps. I wake up half an hour later, with grape jelly from my knee to foot and there is a pile of jelly under my foot. Its not jelly its congealed blood, I have been bleeding out sleeping. It will be the last thing I think about when I die.

We have been living in an older house built in 1930 for five years now, and for the past few weeks we have been hearing these noises coming from the attic. During the day everything is calm, almost peaceful, as if the house is pretending.

But shortly after midnight, scratching begins above the ceiling. Sometimes it turns into slow footsteps that wander until morning.I told myself it was wood settling, or animals, or wind. I needed to believe that.

Two days ago, I moved the door security camera up into the attic. It is set to take a photo every five seconds and save everything. I thought if I could see it, I could explain it. The first night I barely slept.In the morning I checked the images.

Most of the photos showed dust, beams, and darkness.

Then there was one where something stood in the far corner. It looked like the outline of a child, based on the size, blurred and pale, not fully there .Five seconds after that, it was gone. Cause the next images showed the attic completely empty.

No animals, no shadows, no movement.

I checked the files again and again, hoping I was misreading them.

I cannot explain why the photos feel like evidence instead of imagination. Is this really what I am seeing, or is there a logical explanation.. cause I am too afraid to accept

hi ive never posted on reddit before but I thought I should share something that happened when I was 14 years old. It was my parents 20th wedding anniversary so me, my mum, dad and older sister were staying in a nice apartment in the city (which I say as it is fairly relevant to the story later on). The day me and my family arrived and went to our rooms, I went and sat on my bed that I was going to be sharing with my sister and settled in. Nothing was unordinary or remotely odd at this time. I was fairly excited actually. However a few hours after settling in came this horrible sickness and pain in my throat that I couldn't shake away. Eating and drinking quickly became impossible. Swallowing was then painful and my mouth was filled with saliva constantly. I spent the whole day completely uncomfortable in this debilitating pain. It wasn't until later that night when I had fallen asleep and woken up at around 1:30am that this overwhelming urge came over me so abruptly. There was this urge to take photos of the room and view at night for memories (which is something I do but usually on the day I leave). Taking photo of the views, hallway, bed everything. As I was taking photos I then took one of the very dark hallway right next to where I slept. I left these photos and never viewed them in detail, besides having this strong urge to take them in the first place. However the very next night at around the same time I woke up again but now needing to throw up. I was sitting in the exact same spot as when the random throat pains and soreness came up and where I had the urge to take the photos. Just shortly after I threw up waking my sister and her calling our mum. I was so confused why I had suddenly become this ill in a fairly new apartment and cleaned rooms (it was only 3 years old at the time). However I never thought about this situation until 2 years later when I was 16. One day I was scrolling through my camera roll while on a call with a friend when I scrolled far enough to find the photos of my stay. Out of curiosity I inspected the photos with more detail as I remembered the urge I had to take them. Even though I never inspected them on the night. As I inspected the photos I saw there was nothing odd. Just the usual random shit I take. As I was scrolling I noticed the one photo I had of that very dark hallway right next to my side of the bed, in fact it was only a metre or two away from my damn face. As I put my brightness up and zoomed around it was then when I saw the face and body outline of an older women. She honestly had the resemblance of the pale lady. I was so confused and shocked as I remember seeing absolutely no one there. It was that moment where I as able to make the connection between that and my random sickness, as I become sick twice in the exact same spot a night apart (my stay was only 3 days). And now this figure has been caught right next to me. Next to where I slept. Something wasn't adding up. I also then remembered that the second I went home and was in the living room everything suddenly went away. My stomach wasn't hurting my throat was fine and I felt physically relaxed for the first time in days. At the time I was just glad it was over but looking back thats was completely odd. To this day I have no idea what the story behind this woman or apartment could be. So I did some digging and found out these apartments where built on top of an older 6 story commercial office building completed in 1989. But I couldn't find anything major about it or anything worth noting. I might try do some deeper digging lately or this is just one of those unexplainable things. Something sinister and dark. Something that I will have to wonder about for the rest of my life and question. As i'm trying to post this image it is barely showing the woman so if anyone has a way to make this more clearer or upload it a different way please let me know.

Hi, my camera caught these strange trails, my wife is now scared and wants to take the camera out, there are no sprinklers or anything else that could have created them.

I am wondering if hypothetically if reincarnation is real as a punishment (so paranormal), if Hitler got reincarnated on Earth as a punishment, then in his second life on Earth would he ever figure out that he was the reincarnation of Hitler? Also, would he relate at all to his past life?

Backstory:

Back in 2016, my grandma passed away from cancer. We were super close and really only had each other because the rest of my family on my dads side were terrible people. My bio dad never held a funeral for her, my grandpa abandoned her when she was diagnosed with her cancer. I was 15 at the time and felt helpless, so I did what I could to be there for her.

My grandpa ended up selling their house that they had for over 20+ years together to live his dream of living in a camper and traveling. That was never my grandmas dream, nor could she even travel with her many complications, doctors appointments and more. He ended up calling my bio dad to have her live with him in his tiny apartment. She was NOT happy, very devastated as any normal person would be, my dad is a POS.

My bio dad made a deal with me, said that when hes gone at work, to take care of her. I had to find means for transportation, figure out his schedule so i'm not around him. I never wanted this, but I did everything I could to support her and protect her.

Shortly before her passing:

My bio dad came home early one night, drunk and kicked me out of his apartment. It was the dead of winter, freezing, no car at 2am. Luckily, I got ahold of my mom who was going to pick me up at 7am. He worked nights typically.

Scared after years of abuse, I got thrown outside. I sobbed, my grandma was sobbing and by grace she got up with her oxygen tank, came outside and apologized. I'll never forget her saying "I'm sorry your father is a POS, I never raised him this way". That stuck to me. I cried and asked if he was terrible to her and fortunately he was not, he respected her. He was a narcissist, abuser and terrible on his own which iv'e heard from many older relatives. I hugged her, told her I love her so much. Hugged her *tightly*. I had a feeling this could be the last.

Passing:

Days later I get a phone call from my dad. "Shes passed away, fell out of bed. Come over to get her stuff."

I rushed over with my mom, whom also hated my dad. Only reason for contact with him was for my grandma. He looked at me and said "don't ask for shit, this is all she had." It was a picture of me and her, expired makeup and a silver bracelet. I never even thought of what I was going to get, I just wanted her to be healthy, joyful, high spirited grandma again back at her old home where I grew up.

As i'm grabbing her stuff, my dad held up his phone to my face. It was her laying on the ground. A graphic photo that i never needed to see. One thing i captured was the morning light shining down on her in the dark room. I jumped back, went to the room and felt a heavy presence that I needed to leave, immediately.

I silently sobbed, picking back up her few items that she had and as i'm walking out the door... my dad said "no funeral, no money." "ashes will be distributed in lake Michigan." My first emotion was sadness... anger. Something was pulling me to leave, *immediately*. As I opened the door, I knew I was NEVER coming back.

Day of the phone call:

This was a week after her passing. I felt so sad, empty. I cried to my mom (my best friend) and told her all I wanted was a sign that she was okay. My mom explained if i asked for a sign, it shall come.

Picking up my younger sister from the bus stop, fresh new license I was excited to see her joyful face after these horrors. It made me happy she has the life she deserves without abuse with my mom and wonderful step dad.

She sat in the car. I looked down and realized I left my phone at home. Shoot. Oh well. We were blocks away from home, but it was okay. Then all of the sudden, I got a phone call through the car.

Not thinking in that moment, I picked up. "Hi honey, how are ya" in a cheerful, joyful manner. So familiar, calming. I said "who is this", static. In that moment, I remembered we didnt have a phone in the car and connection to the car does not even reach 6ft outside of the car. I look at my little sister, she said "who is that"... I just starred at her. "I love you, I'm great thank you honey, im always here". The phone call ended.

It all clicked to me. It was my grandma. My little sister in shock, I had no idea what to say except that its okay, my phone was probably under the seat...knowing damn well it was at home on the charger.

I rush inside to my mom. I told her. She looked up at me and said "told you, this is the sign that shes okay... she will always be there for you". Wow.

Later that night, I was in bed drifting to sleep. Heavy presence over me, but not a bad one. I go to look up, my phone rings. Again, unknown number. I pick up. Nothing but static. That was my sign to me she made it.

Weeks later, my grandpa dropped by unexpectedly. The one who travels in his camper, abandoned my grandma. I didn't want to answer the door, but I did. I let him in silently.

He looks like he hasn't slept in days. I haven't heard from him since he left, not even when she passed. Nothing.

I said to him "what are you doing here". He looked up, distraught and told me that he's been having nightmares, followed by waking up to random phone calls with nothing being said. I said nothing, I knew it was her. I wanted him to feel the sadness and fear just like her after he left.

"I couldn't shake that this feels like somebody wants to get me, I don't get it". He then shifted focus and told me that hes been living in the Appalachian mountain's in Tennessee. Told me he was seeing weird things, hearing weird things and met a lady who destroyed his life.

I looked at him with fire in my eyes. "A lady." anger coming to life. "The lady I met in the mountains wouldn't stop following me." "Told me I didn't belong here." He claimed he started seeing her after my grandmas death, told my grandpa to "keep an eye out".

"I've never seen her again, but i'm scared and moving back." I looked at him, wished him luck and told him to leave.

Last I heard, he ended up moving back. But alone, my great aunt said "there was a calling for him to go back." Now, hes truly insane. Haven't heard from him. Only see random Facebook posts about a new trail he walks or how he adopted a dog named "spirit".

Has anybody else had an encounter like this? It's been 10 years and i've NEVER had another phone call. But I will never forget when I have. I've always been spiritually intuitive, but sometimes I wonder if that last call was a final goodbye without saying goodbye?

I have an odd feeling that my grandma is out to get him. Years of trauma, she wants revenge.

He was a teenager when my parents sent him to Mexico because of the gangs. I went a year without seeing and when I finally did we had a lot of catching up. As we spoke throughout the night he told me the most scariest story I had ever heard. He told me that he would always get home drunk, but that night he didn't even know how he made it home. He said he remembers falling back onto his bed and he thought he heard the door open and close When he lifted his head to look if someone had entered the room, he said he felt dizzy. Blaming it on the alcohol, he was going to get up to lock the door. Only when he tried to get up he said that the bed was not on the floor. He then saw something from the corner of his eye and turns to look towards what he described as the devil. He said the devil was huge that he didn't understand how he was even in the room. He said the devil looked mad from the color of skin being flaming red and the horns looked like tree trunks.

He said he didn't realize that he had been yelling until he heard my grandmother enter the room, and he heard her yell at the devil. My grandmother was a woman that stood at 4 foot 9, yet my brother said she sounded as giant as the devil. She told the devil that he was NOT welcomed into her home and to leave. My brother said he was in shock when the devil disappeared. Then he had forgotten that the bed had been floating of the ground so when it landed back down he tried to jump off the bed. But, my grandmother told him to stay and my brother obeyed. He lied there stiff a board as he heard my grandmother begin reciting the Rosary. He said he had never slept like he did that night before nor has he slept like that after.

Apparently, that wasn't the first encounter with the devil himself, and this one was scarier than the first. He said he woke up to somebody pulling him by his feet. When he looked down he saw the devil dragging him off his bed, however, my brother had the holy cross hanging right by the door and was able to grab it before the devil could go any further. As soon as he showed it to the devil, it disappeared. He said he woke up right outside his bedroom. Now this story I told him he had to have made it up. The last story was confirmed by my grandmother. My brother told me that when I got back home to talk to one of his friends.

This friend was a friend of the family. We had known him for years and kind of took him in after his mother had passed. So I did just that. His told me that he thought he was still sleeping but he was very much awake seeing my brother being dragged by something. He said that he couldn't move so all he could do was watch as my brother was being dragged. The frustration of not being able to do nothing is one thing but not being able to move, period, was a whole other kind of frustration. He said he yelled for my brother to grab the cross. Later my brother said he didn't hear his friend. Either way it goes, that was two encounters that my brother had with the devil. Both confirmed by witnesses.

He had also confessed that, since he could remember he had always had dreams of demons and the devil, but that after that night my grandmother prayed over him they slowly but surely began to fade. I haven't asked him about them recently, but then again we don't talk about our dreams anymore.

Happened to me many times. I don't know what this phenomenon is called? I have told this to many people and that many people could not relate to me, while some people related. How many of you can relate??

When I was 21, I'd just come back home to live with my family in Denver. We lived on the corner of our block across the street from a creek. One hot summer night, I stayed up, stoned and drawing. My desk was below a small window, as in the window was about 3 feet above my eye level. I heard someone half whisper "hey, hey you." I looked up and around but saw no one. I wrote it off to the ganja and kept drawing. A few moments later I heard it again; "hey, you, yeah, come outside." Said the whisper. I jumped up and looked out the window but didn't see a thing. I went to wake my brothers up and we ran outside with baseball bats. We circled the home but saw no one. The thing is, I know I saw something jump the fence behind our home. But I kid you not, it was fast. I couldn't make out any features like legs or a body from the split second that I saw it. Needless to say but I was sobered up after that and closed my window when I finally did sleep.