What paranormal experience have you had?

1. This may very well be my sad projection as a child, but my father was killed in a car crash. His very jealous friend hit him and delayed calling for help. He made a pass on my mom 3 days after. My family was devastated. I'd lie awake at night and ask my dad to come back. On this particular night, I was sleeping on the couch because my dad sometimes fell asleep there and I missed him. I was trying to be quiet while hiccup sobbing that I missed dad. I felt someone stroking my hair and assumed it was my mom who woke up to comfort me. I didn't want to look at her because I was ashamed and she just kept stroking my hair. When I finally turned to look up because I got my tears in check, no one was there. I went to my parent's bedroom and my mom is snoring like a rhino. It wasn't harmful but it was a different experience.
   — Responsible_Cupcake


2. I've had several experiences over the course of the years that could be termed "paranormal" for lack of a better explanation at this point, however, this location was the source of most of them. Twenty-some years ago, I was living near the Canadian border alone in a rented log cabin. It used to be part of a fishing resort and had been renovated since it was built in the early part of the century. The cabin was approximately half a mile from the nearest neighbor, and fifteen miles from the nearest town, so I had gotten used to isolation fairly early on. At the time, I was working p.m. shifts at a resort twenty-five miles away and wouldn't typically get home until well after midnight. On this particular night I had gotten home, put on pajamas and gone into the kitchen area to was dishes. I was standing in front of the sink, looking out the window onto the woods when directly behind me, just above the height of my head, there was the sound of a man's whistling. Just two notes and then nothing. I positively froze. I looked in the reflection of the window in front of me and saw nothing. Very quietly, I wrapped my hand around a totally inadequate knife that was in the sudsy water and turned around. Nothing there except for my two cats sitting by the wall looking directly into the air behind me where the whistling had come from. This kicked off *many* extremely odd experiences in that cabin that continued until I moved out some six months later, but that one was by far the most shocking just simply because it was completely unexpected. I spend a great deal of time alone in isolated locations, but since that evening I have thought long and hard about what it means to be a woman alone in the woods from a safety perspective. **Edit to add the rest of the story by request:** Ok, now that I have a few spare minutes I will fill in some more on the cabin situation. The original part of the cabin was simply a single room, all log and un-insulated, with a wrap around enclose porch on two sides of it. At some point, a large bedroom and a bathroom had been added onto the north side of it (also un-insulated) and a deck outside overlooking the lake. In the time that it was a fishing resort, however, it was just the main room and the enclosed porch. The episode described in the above post was the first occurrence and happened within two or three weeks of my moving in. Thereafter, on a fairly routine basis when I was in the bedroom, the sound of muffled voices could be heard in the main room. They were clearly those of a man and a woman and sounded conversational, though the words were muted. While I didn't love it, I was content to let it be. I rationalized that any woman cool enough to be at a fishing resort at the turn of the century was probably someone who I would have gotten along with, and aside from the whistling, nothing specifically directed toward me had happened. Then came the sound, again muted, of periodic music and singing. Less cool, but I assume some pretty good parties had been had at that place back in its day and it was always quiet and always from the main room. Nothing intruded into the bedroom. Then small items started to go missing, which is tough to do in a cabin with essentially two main rooms and a bathroom. They'd always show back up, but in improbable places. Finally, I got fed up and asked aloud that the two of them stop taking things, and also added that while I knew they were there and was content to let them be, that they not show themselves to me. I knew that if I actually saw something that would be the immediate end of my residence there! Finally, the day before I was set to leave for my family's place for Thanksgiving and my landlord was set to head south for the winter months, I was again standing in the little kitchen area when I heard the sound of a door slamming and a woman's laugh. Except this time it came from the bedroom. Well, shit. After I finally calmed down and got up the nerve to go in there (it was my room and there was no one else living there to be brave for me) I found that one of the closet doors had been slammed shut. Moreover, it had been locked and I had no way to get it open. In fact, I hadn't even been aware that it did lock. I got on the horn to the landlord, hoping to catch him before he headed out and asked him if he had a key for the closet. He stated he did not and said that they had never locked the door for that very reason. He gave me permission to break the lock if I needed to and let me know that he'd fix it when they got back in the first part of March. I had exactly no intention of breaking a lock on that door after it had been slammed by "something" and spent a very uneasy night before heading out for Thanksgiving early the next morning. There was absolutely nothing I needed in there that badly! Before leaving, I stood on the porch with the front door open into the main room and announced to whatever may have been listening that I damn well expected that door to be unlocked and opened by the time I got back the following week, did not appreciate the intrusion into my room, and, in short, would tolerate no further fuckery. (It should be noted that I had no idea at all what I would have done if there was further fuckery, but I was annoyed, leaving and it seemed like a safe time to get stern). I arrived back the first week of December and unloaded my belongings. The house appeared to be undisturbed. Upon entering my bedroom and putting bags down, there on the wall by the closet hung a small, old key. I moved out two months later, when the plumbing froze solid for a week and my landlord couldn't be contacted in Florida. In that time, no further disturbances occurred. I did try the key in the lock and it did fit, but I never did unlock that closet. Any clothing I had could just stay right there for eternity as far as I was concerned. I did have roomates in with me to split rent twice during the time that I lived there; they using the main room as a bedroom. Neither of them stayed a complete month without specifying why they left, though one of them did mention the voices to me several years after the fact. I would love to find out more about that specific cabin. It is possible to find information about the old resort, but not the specific buildings. That area was remote when I lived there and must have been far more so when they were in operation. I will probably never know what went down there back in the day, but I have my theories.
   — 1boxfox


3. So this isnt mine but my mom's. And its the one story I just can't explain. My mom and my great-grandmother were very close. Unfortunately though she lived in the UK while we live in Canada. The last time she was able to visit was 2000, and what is nice is that while she was visiting my mom went into labour. So she got to be there for the birth of both my mom's children, she flew out for mine. Like I said they were very close, my great-grandmother ate straight up mud when my mom served her mud pies as a kid cause she wanted to play along. Why this matters is cause I'm not a normally a ghost person. However I think that when you are truly close with someone theres a connection in the metaphyscial. It comes from this story. A year or so after the last visit, my mom woke up at around 1:30am. At the bottom of the bed apparently was my great-grandmother. She told my mom she loved her, told my mother everything is going to be okay and said goodbye. My mom in a panic woke up my father crying (now this part even at 4 I can remember cause i got woken up my mom was crying so loudly. It was the first time I saw her cry) My dad said look lets call your parents, my grandparents and see. This is how me know it was around 1:30 in hindsight because at about 2 was when she called them. They told her no they hadn't heard anything had happened, and to not worry it was just a dream. That morning they called back. She passed that night, at 1:30am,
   — snoboreddotcom






4. When I was about 12-13, my best friend and I rode our bikes and discovered this small hidden graveyard. It was back by some railroad tracks and under big buzzing power lines far from any houses. There was barbed wire around the graveyard, and they tombstones were mainly faded but we could see some of the dates from the late 1800s. We stopped and took pics for fun, but didn’t think much of it. Well, for about 2 years after that I’d wake up every night between 3-3:30 am because I’d hear papers rustling in my room. Then, I’d hear what sounded like footsteps coming up the stairs and stopping once it reached the foot of my bed. I peeked a few times and didn’t see anything. I started sleeping with the TV on to block it out. Eventually I woke up one night because I heard what sounded like dozens of people whispering loudly in my ear and screamed for my mom. I told my parents about it and my religious mom threw holy water around the house. Then my dad bought flowers and told us to bring them to the graveyard. It stopped after that. I always thought that maybe I just had night terrors or something or imagined it. Recently (I’m now 25), I mentioned this to my dad again and he said he’d also heard footsteps at night but thought I was just getting some water or something at 3 am. Spoopy!
   — tiny_pandacakes


5. This will probably get buried but what the hell, it's a good story. So when I was about 10, my grandfather died while we were on vacation. He'd been on a downhill slope for a couple of years after some surgery in which a blood clot broke apart and traveled to his brain. He'd told us to go ahead and spend the rest of the trip out having a good time, didn't want this to be "the vacation where granddaddy died" (pretty selfless guy tbh, I miss him), so my parents didn't tell me and my siblings until we got back in town. Now, it's important to know that he was cremated, and wanted his ashes spread in a specific desert area in Arizona. We live in Alabama, so I'm not quite sure what the connection was, but it was important to him so we planned to do it. A few days after we got back in town from "the vacation where granddaddy died", we slowly realized that the microwave was randomly turning itself on. Usually it was only for a few seconds, but it got to be frequent enough that we'd keep a cup of water in there so that it wouldn't cook itself to death. Of course after we did that, it turned itself on at night and boiled all of the water out of this measuring cup (about two cups), left burn marks on the glass, and killed itself. So we got a new microwave *and the exact same thing happened*. Anyway, the microwave self-suicide stopped after we spread the ashes. Probably just a coincidence, but it's a fun story. When my dad ends up getting worried about me (or anyone else in the family) I jokingly bring up the fact that the microwave still works, so obviously nobody has come back to haunt it.
   — Gonzo7896200


6. Lying on my couch in my living room, and from there I can look down a 20ft hallway and see my mom in bed reading, door half open. I’m looking down and her door slams so violently that it shook the house kinda violent. She immediately comes sprinting out in a rage (as she often does) screaming at me for slamming her door when she was trying to relax. The scariest aspect was that I saw her in bed, 10 feet away from the door.
   — smileyjordan






7. Pretty sure my cat haunts my room. I have two other cats, but since my dog sleeps with me they don’t come in my room when he’s in there. I hear little kitty sneezes close by when I’m in there, always check for the other cats and usually end up finding them downstairs or on the back deck. It feels like something small jumps up on my bed and lays against my back or on my feet pretty often. I also get that little shake and sound that happens when a cat is scratching itself vigorously. My dog usually reacts to these before I even notice them. He will sit up and get very interested in the spot where I eventually hear the sound. Or if I get the feeling of something jumping up on the the bed his eyes start on the floor and follow to the spot it feels like it happens. May just be that I miss him and have those phantom feelings/sounds occurring though. It’s very comforting to feel like he’s still with me, I had him for most of my life until last year.
   — mkat23


8. When I was a kid I saw clear as day someone stood in my parents' bedroom as I was cycling past. Figured it was one of my parents until I saw them both outside. We checked inside, no one there and no way they could've left without going past us. When my aunt died her niece took her car and drove it to her funeral. Anything with a plug she'd taken from the house. After the funeral we were all forced to go to somewhere the niece wanted to go because she refused to go to the place our aunt would've wanted as she felt it was beneath her. The minute we arrived the lights started flashing and the place developed a massive electrical problem. We all laughed it off because we're not superstitious. A week later the niece's partner (the niece hated helping our aunt and made our aunt give her money) got diagnosed with what killed my aunt and now she's having to look after him. My friend had a couple of creepier things happen to him. When he was a kid he got home from school, his parents had split and he was staying with his dad that evening so he comes in through the door, hears his dad say something so he calls back to him that he couldn't hear what he said. At this point he realises his dad isn't home. Then, still stood at the front door he realises he can hear something in his room (above him) and then suddenly hears thundering footsteps charging towards the door. He noped the hell out of there and went to stay with his mum. When his dad got home there was no evidence that anyone had been there. Same friend, much older now, been to the pub with his best mate, neither had had a drink, can't remember why, but they went for a walk through the countryside after it went dark (common where I'm from). They're walking along a country road towards the golf course and both look at each other at the same time as they see a young woman in a wedding dress walk into the road. They both decide to approach her to see if she's okay. They don't want to scare her because it is very dark and where she's stood is well lit because of the golf club but they're a ways back so she wouldn't be able to see them at this point. They slowly walk towards her and as they get about 50-100 metres from her she vanishes, doesn't go anywhere, vanishes as in disappears in front of their eyes. Apparently a woman had been killed by a horse and trap there on her wedding day way back when. My mate jokes about a lot of stuff but those two events really really spooked him and he wasn't quite the same after seeing the woman in the dress, he certainly isn't as keen to go on a midnight stroll anymore. Oh and my mum was a creepy kid-one day she was playing with her toys, nothing out of the blue, and she stops playing and declares that the wife of a family friend is going to die on (insert date here) then goes back to playing. Everyone is pretty weirded out by this but just decide she's crackers. Said lady died on that date, almost a year later. That side of the family ended up being pretty superstitious in the end, my great uncle had a real issue that he thought the chinaware was being put out by ghosts in a morning but he had a lot of brothers so they were probably winding him up. Apparently he spent his life paranoid about ending up being haunted, poor guy.
   — Standtomyleft


9. I was sitting on a recliner in my livingroom at 3 am watching a horror movie. I was covered in a soft blue sheet which laid pretty flat because I was pointing my toes forward. Suddenly, my dogs tail starts to rise from underneath the blanket which creates a sort of tent at the edge of the recliner. I say to my dog, "what are you doing there weirdo" (I don't let them near recliners because a puppy had clipped his ear near one and I didn't want a repeat) and I lean over to look at him. I look over the edge of the recliner and suddenly the sheet drops flat back to my body. My dog is across the room, sleeping quietly with my other dog. I calmly turn off the tv, go to my room and sleep.
   — OliveJuiceYou