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sarahadams

Im done.

I’ve posted here before about this. Long story short, my house is haunted. I have night terrors, people see things and genuinely terrifying things happen. I’ve always been the most receptive to these unexplained things but recently, my dad, the biggest non believer has began to experience them as well. For some background, he is a Christian, kind, quiet man. But yesterday he was asking an awful lot about spirits so I sat down and asked why. His face dropped completely but he wouldn’t explain. After some coaxing and a cigarette each, he finally told me. He said he’s been having these awful dreams, focusing specifically on me and my younger sister. He seemed hesitant to go in depth, but what he did tell me is that we weren’t ourselves. In my previous post I explained how I’ve seen my deceased mother but she wasn’t herself either, like her stance was too rigid, too unlike her, almost as if she was wearing a costume. When I explained it to dad, he just nodded. Not like a polite nod, one of those solemn movements like something was confirmed in his mind. Now, there are only three of us in the house as my brother moved out and I feel like now whatever this is wants to feed off someone new. Dad called the priest, should I be worried? #DidThatHappen #WeirdFinds

Im done.
lisa53

The Elevator Whisper

One night around midnight, I took the elevator in my building to go back up to my apartment. The building is old, but the elevator usually works fine. This time, it stopped between floors 6 and 7. No shaking, no alarm, just a soft, deliberate stop, like someone pressed a hidden button. I pressed the emergency call. Nothing. Then I heard it. A voice. A whispering voice above the ceiling panel. It wasn’t coming from the speaker—it was coming from inside the shaft, right above me. Fast, muffled whispering, like someone was talking through water. I stared up at the ceiling and didn’t move. The whispering continued for about ten seconds and then stopped abruptly. The elevator started moving by itself again. The security guard told me I wasn’t the first to report “voices” during elevator stalls. I take the stairs more often now. #DidThatHappen #Horror

The Elevator Whisper
webblevi

The Apartment I Couldn’t Stay In

A few years ago I moved into an apartment that seemed perfect on paper: quiet street, big windows, cheap rent. But from the first night, I knew something was off. Nothing dramatic—no voices, no shadows—just this constant feeling that someone else was in the room. Not watching me, exactly… just present. Close enough that I kept looking over my shoulder when cooking or brushing my teeth. Then things escalated. Every morning when I woke up, the closet door was open. I assumed I was forgetting to close it, so I made a point of shutting it firmly. One night I even filmed myself closing it and locking the latch. The next morning: open again. Latch still locked. After that, things started disappearing—small things like my keys, hair ties, a notebook—only to reappear in strange places like the bathtub or inside a kitchen drawer I never used. The final straw was the night I woke up at 4 a.m. because someone whispered “Hey” right beside my ear. Like someone leaning down to wake you up gently. I moved out two weeks later. The landlord didn’t act surprised when I told him why. #DidThatHappen

The Apartment I Couldn’t Stay In
donna64

My Dad’s Voice Calling Me

My dad passed away suddenly in 2019. No signs, no long illness—just gone. For months afterward I kept expecting to see him walk through the door or hear him humming in the kitchen the way he always did. One night, about two months after he died, I was doing laundry in the hallway and heard someone call my name from my bedroom. It was exactly my dad’s voice. Not similar, not close—his voice. Same tone, same rhythm. It was so normal-sounding that I actually answered, “Yeah?” without thinking. And then I froze. There was no one in the room. No TV on. No open windows. No possible source. I didn’t tell anyone for a few days because I genuinely thought I was losing it. But when I finally mentioned it to my mom, she went quiet. Then she told me she had heard him say her name in the kitchen a few nights earlier. We’re not the type to jump to supernatural explanations. But there was something so calm, so normal about the sound—like he was still around, just doing what he always did: checking on us. Even if it was just our minds trying to comfort us… I’m glad it happened. #DidThatHappen

My Dad’s Voice Calling Me
rlewis

The Thing That Sat on My Bed

I used to rent a tiny room in an old house that had been converted into shared student housing. The house wasn’t “haunted” in any obvious way—no weird history, no creepy basement stories. It was just old and drafty. One night around 2 a.m., I woke up because I felt someone sit on the edge of my bed. Not a tap, not the sheets shifting—an actual full weight, like a person lowering themselves down. I thought it was my roommate messing around, but the door was still closed, and she would never enter without knocking. I stayed completely still because I honestly thought maybe I was half-asleep and imagining things. But then… the weight shifted, like someone adjusting their position. That was the moment I fully woke up. I turned on my bedside lamp as fast as I could, and the pressure lifted instantly. Nobody was there. The room was silent. I tried to rationalize it—sleep paralysis, a dream, whatever. But here’s what still bothers me: The next morning my downstairs neighbor asked me if I’d been pacing in my room late at night. She swore she heard footsteps back and forth in my room around the same time I had the experience. And I don’t pace in my sleep. #DidThatHappen

The Thing That Sat on My Bed
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