I'm not Jewish so I don't know if this suggestion is appropriate, but I know there's a special prayer for the dead (the Kaddish?) Maybe that would help if they are just deceased ancestors?
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Strange things started happening to me after my daughter was born as well - not figures like you describe, but odd things happening with lights mostly, and only while I was nursing the baby or pumping. Both at my apartment and at work in the mothers’ room, which also made me think it was possibly a family member since…
Yup. He believes himself, no doubt.
I went to college in a small colonial era town in a rural area on the east coast. My senior year, I lived off campus in an apartment by myself. I loved living alone, every part of it: shopping in the nearby farmer’s market, cooking my own meals, having silly themed cocktail parties, smoking a joint in the living room…
This. Is. Terrifying. Have you ever heard the folklore of the “black eyed children”? Her insistent wanting to get inside reminded me of that—and your primal, instinctive resistance to taking the plate she brought or even fully opening the door.
BINGO.
My husband worked for the FBI, dealing with missing persons cases. Three times in the five years, he had seen what he says looks like almost the same cat (a completely white cat, except for the black on it’s face) near locations where they’ve found the missing person. All in very different areas of the country though…
Can you imagine being Prince Charles? He’s SEVENTY. He’s been waiting for SEVENTY YEARS to be the King of England. And everyone pretty much acknowledges that no one wants him and everyone likes William. I almost feel like the long life of the Queen is directly attributed to the ghost of Diana making him miserable…
Maybe it’s just me, but I hate articles like this that spend so much time on setting the scene of where the interview is taking place. I literally do not care that when Jennifer Aniston arrived, there was a buzz of activity in the lobby because moments before a teetering cart full of luggage toppled gracelessly onto…
I don’t think they mean any harm..The baby still spends a lot of time on the other side (and will ‘til s/he is 4-ish). I think they are either ancestors or guardians. When I was about 3, I used to see similar figures bending over my bed.
Thinking about this was definitely a vampire. Can’t come in unless invited, unbothered by weather, old trend of dress for a young looking person, ability to move so quickly as to appear to be at both doors at the same time.
Yes, that’s the guy. A few years ago, it came out that he murdered an older lady years before this happened and someone else was serving time for it. Imagine if they’d caught him then. For me, that’s the scariest part of the whole thing: an outwardly normal man was capable of hurting another human like this.
My mother was killed and I went to see a psychic last year. I did that whole thing - didn’t tell her my last name, emailed from a random address, gave her no info. The first question the psychic asks me is “Is your mother still here?” Eventually, after we established that my mom died, she said to tell me she’d been…
My story isn’t spooky or scary but it’s the closest thing I’ve ever experienced to the supernatural and I’ll never forget it.
Apologies in advance for the length. This story happened about 6 months ago, and I’ve gone back and forth on whether I should even post it. Last April, I decided to take advantage of one of the last cool evenings of the year and go for a walk while my husband waited for our food to arrive (we relied heavily…
When I read the Noid submission, I knew I had to share this. I shared it as a response deep in the grays one year, but by that point the post had been up for weeks.
Last fall, my younger brother was finishing college and living with my parents in the small town we all grew up in. He typically worked out for a few hours on days he didn’t have class, walking to the gym as their house is in town.
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My dad has always had a bit of the shine. I grew up listening to his harmless ghost stories – the ones where windows slam shut on a windless evening, kitchen appliances and lights turn on and off all night long for no discernible reason, and heavy steps stalk the hallways and staircases at night. But it wasn’t until I…