The narrator recounts a tragic family event involving the murder of their brother, Dwayne, in 1997. The narrator and their mother both experienced strange occurrences, including vivid dreams and the smell of cigarettes, before learning of Dwayne’s death. The narrator, a hairdresser at the time, discovered the news while cutting a customer’s hair, leading to a heart-wrenching moment.

The narrator recounts several experiences with their late grandfather, Dwayne, including a dream their great-aunt had about dancing with him, a family photo showing a figure resembling him, and finding a bald eagle necklace buried with him. The narrator also shares personal experiences, such as feeling his presence at the cemetery and hearing Queen’s “Bohemian Rhapsody” after seeing a figure near his grave. These experiences, along with others like rocks being thrown at the window, suggest Dwayne’s continued presence and influence.

The narrator recounts a frightening experience where they smelled oil and cigarettes, reminiscent of their deceased uncle Dwayne. They share a story about visiting the house where Dwayne was murdered and discovering the current owners were unaware of the property’s history. The narrator reflects on their deep connection to Dwayne, manifesting in shared interests and unexplainable behaviors, and shares a dream they had where they saw him alive.

The speaker recounts the tragic death of their brother Dwayne, who was murdered and found in a state of decomposition. The family was advised against seeing the body due to its condition, and the speaker reflects on the impact of the loss, including the condolences received from viewers after mentioning Dwayne’s passing. The speaker also mentions their desire to discuss finding their father and the subsequent family drama surrounding his will and inheritance.

Drew recounts his childhood experiences with supernatural entities in his parents’ house. He describes a black mass with yellow eyes, a grumpy old man, and a blue lady. His parents and Panda, his wife, have also had experiences with these entities, corroborating his accounts. A paranormal investigation is being considered at a house where two entities, a “blue lady” and a “grumpy old man,” are believed to reside. The blue lady is described as protective, while the grumpy old man is seen as angry and disruptive. The investigation would involve an overnight stay and the use of equipment to capture any paranormal activity.

Daniel recounts two paranormal experiences, one involving a shadow man and another with infant arms reaching out. The shadow man experience occurred at an ex’s house, where Daniel felt an invisible hand on their leg while the shower was running. The infant arms incident happened at a friend’s house, where Daniel saw arms reaching out from the coffee table area. A person recounts experiencing eerie occurrences in their apartment, including seeing a shadowy figure and finding a folder containing a birth certificate. They believe the entity fed off negative energy, possibly from their ex-partner’s visits, and speculate it could be a lost spirit, mimic, or demonic entity. The person also discusses their attempts to cleanse the space and their belief in the power of intentions. A discussion about paranormal experiences and negative energy. The speaker recounts a time when they experienced strange occurrences in their apartment, including a shadow figure and a Wi-Fi light bulb changing color. The speaker believes these events were connected to negative intentions and energy, possibly stemming from a family history of Wiccan practices.

The narrator recounts growing up in a supposedly haunted house in the woods of Oklahoma. Their aunt experienced night terrors and claimed to see people in the windows. The narrator, who also had night terrors, recalls their mother witnessing them talking to unseen entities and a ball mysteriously rolling back from a dark closet.

A chilling experience is recounted involving a mysterious figure at the door, accompanied by a sudden light switch turning off. The narrator’s mother reveals the house’s dark history, including a murder-suicide committed by a previous resident. This revelation explains the frequent paranormal occurrences, such as footsteps and unexplainable sensations, experienced by the narrator and their family.

The speaker recounts a frightening experience with a black mirror, leading to a spiritual attachment. This experience, coupled with the loss of a loved one, has affected the speaker’s openness to discussing paranormal experiences. The speaker also shares a belief in the power of mirrors as portals and the importance of protection against negative energies.

Panda recounts a chilling experience at a Civil War-era mansion in West Virginia, where she felt a strong sense of unease and nausea upon approaching a specific room on the second floor. The room, facing the front lawn, evoked a fight-or-flight response, and Panda has never been inside. The experience occurred during the middle of the day.

The host recounts their experience with technology malfunctions, attributing it to a possible curse from their guest, Panda. They then share a personal story about a frightening encounter with a Ouija board and subsequent paranormal activity in their childhood home. The host, now interested in demonology, seeks to understand the cause of these events.

The narrator recounts a series of unsettling events that occurred in their home, including a sighting of a dark figure by their mother and cousin. These experiences, coupled with other strange occurrences and unexplained bruises, led to a pervasive sense of depression and oppression within the family. The narrator, grappling with these events, seeks understanding and a way to stop the unexplained forces at play.

This isn't like any other ghost experiences. Over the years, I have had tons of encounters with the paranormal, and I am excited to share these with you. At one point, I thought I was crazy, as anyone might if they had experienced anything in the realm of the supernatural. But I have plenty of friends who have shared their eerie tales with me, and I have shared mine with them. Now, we're going to share them with you. So sit back, grab a drink, maybe some popcorn, and have a friend nearby, as this could get a little creepy.

It all began one stormy night in an old, creaky house that had long been believed to be haunted. The wind howled like a pack of wolves, and rain lashed against the windows, creating an atmosphere ripe for a ghostly encounter. I was there alone, seeking solitude to finish some work, but as the clock struck midnight, an unexplainable chill filled the room.

Suddenly, the lights flickered, and a shadowy figure appeared at the corner of my eye. It vanished as quickly as it appeared, leaving a sense of unease that gnawed at my core. I tried to dismiss it as a trick of the light, but deep down, I knew this was no ordinary occurrence.

The following nights were filled with whispers echoing through the halls, objects moving on their own accord, and doors slamming shut with no apparent cause. My skepticism was wearing thin, turning into belief mixed with a hint of fear. My friends, who had experienced similar phenomena, urged me to leave, but curiosity kept me bound to the house.

One night, as I sat by a flickering candlelight, I heard a soft crying coming from the attic. It was an eerie, mournful sound that chilled my very soul. With trepidation, I climbed the creaky stairs, each step echoing like a heartbeat in the silence. As I reached the attic, the crying ceased, replaced by a bone-chilling silence that spoke volumes.

There, in the corner, stood a translucent figure of a woman draped in a flowing gown. Her eyes were filled with sadness, and her presence was both beautiful and terrifying. She spoke not a single word, but her presence told a story of lost love and longing, a tale trapped within those haunted walls.

As quickly as she appeared, she faded into the darkness, leaving me with a sense of peace mixed with sorrow. I realized then that the house was not just haunted; it was a repository of stories long forgotten, waiting for someone to listen.

From that night on, I was not just a visitor; I became a part of the house's history, sharing its tales with those brave enough to hear. So should you ever find yourself in an old, forgotten place, remember that the past lingers in shadows, waiting to be heard. But beware, for the stories you uncover may change you forever.