“are you crying?”/u/WhatUdontknowaboutme

The Paranormal | January 27, 2023

“are you crying?”/u/WhatUdontknowaboutme

This is something that happened to me and my mom in my old house when I was a kid that I think about often. I don’t know where else to share it where it may be appreciated because people think it’s crazy so I hope this is okay to post here.

One summer I kept hearing crying at night like it was right outside my window which was jarring because we had a big backyard and none of our neighbors were close enough for us to hear anything going on at their house. It happened every few days around 9:00-ish and it was the saddest sound I’d ever heard. The first time it happened I ran down to my moms room and pushed in the door asking “what’s wrong?! are you crying?” but she was in bed reading. I told her what I heard and she said maybe it was just the wind. After that, when I heard it, I’d go down the hall and say “don’t you hear that?” And she’d give me a weird look and say she didn’t hear it. So it continued and every time it happened I’d say come to my room and listen and she did but then it would stop.

Maybe two weeks later she came running into MY room thinking I was crying, but I was sitting on the floor drawing, and I was like “See?!?!” So we both went outside and turned the light on and, unsurprisingly, there was nothing there. After that whenever we heard it we’d find each other and stay close to each other until the sound faded away.

This was my first experience with something like this, but I was open to believing in the paranormal. And it never scared me, but it bothered me because the sound was so painful. One night I decided to go outside and sit there for a little while. If it was “a ghost”, it didn’t feel evil, and my 14 yr old brain thought maybe it wanted company… so I put on my classical music and stayed there for a few hours painting flowers. After that night I never heard the crying again.

But here’s my favorite part… next summer, there were forget me nots growing around a tree that neither me or my mom planted.

I know it could all be in my head, I know it’s possible that my mom was only hearing it because I’d brought the sound to her attention and she was hyper aware of it, and I know that the wind could certainly carry seeds and drop them in random places, but I like to think back on this memory and think that maybe I helped someone, in some way, to move on…

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[link] [comments]This is something that happened to me and my mom in my old house when I was a kid that I think about often. I don’t know where else to share it where it may be appreciated because people think it’s crazy so I hope this is okay to post here. One summer I kept hearing crying at night like it was right outside my window which was jarring because we had a big backyard and none of our neighbors were close enough for us to hear anything going on at their house. It happened every few days around 9:00-ish and it was the saddest sound I’d ever heard. The first time it happened I ran down to my moms room and pushed in the door asking “what’s wrong?! are you crying?” but she was in bed reading. I told her what I heard and she said maybe it was just the wind. After that, when I heard it, I’d go down the hall and say “don’t you hear that?” And she’d give me a weird look and say she didn’t hear it. So it continued and every time it happened I’d say come to my room and listen and she did but then it would stop. Maybe two weeks later she came running into MY room thinking I was crying, but I was sitting on the floor drawing, and I was like “See?!?!” So we both went outside and turned the light on and, unsurprisingly, there was nothing there. After that whenever we heard it we’d find each other and stay close to each other until the sound faded away. This was my first experience with something like this, but I was open to believing in the paranormal. And it never scared me, but it bothered me because the sound was so painful. One night I decided to go outside and sit there for a little while. If it was “a ghost”, it didn’t feel evil, and my 14 yr old brain thought maybe it wanted company… so I put on my classical music and stayed there for a few hours painting flowers. After that night I never heard the crying again. But here’s my favorite part… next summer, there were forget me nots growing around a tree that neither me or my mom planted. I know it could all be in my head, I know it’s possible that my mom was only hearing it because I’d brought the sound to her attention and she was hyper aware of it, and I know that the wind could certainly carry seeds and drop them in random places, but I like to think back on this memory and think that maybe I helped someone, in some way, to move on… submitted by /u/WhatUdontknowaboutme [link] [comments]

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