Wondering about my paranormal experiences./u/sacharyzmith

The Paranormal | March 12, 2023

Wondering about my paranormal experiences./u/sacharyzmith

Ok, so I've been scrolling this Reddit every once in a while for a couple of years now. Love reading in it, but I also love reading longer ones to keep me interested. I believe I may be able to fill some of your time if you're like me! This is also my first longer post, so forgive if it's long, but I can go into deep detail with these stories, and I aim to do just that. I also bring these stories here in search of any kind of answers about what these things were.

I will start by saying even having these experiences, I've always been a skeptic, my mother who's passed 9 years ago, was toward the end of her life, a deep believer, as well as both of my sisters, though after my mother's passing, they have not spoken much on the subject unless asked about it, but they can verify 3 of the 4 stories I'm about to lay out there as well. The first 3 of these stories take place in my childhood home in a trailer park that always seemed to have an odd vibe around it in general, never found anything weird out about it, but we always had this theory like Indian burial grounds or something, though I doubt it, just a weird little rural area of southwest Michigan. The 4th story takes place at my father and stepmothers house, about 8 miles north of the house the first 3 stories take place in. I'll start with what I feel is the least intense, moving to the ones that still spark great fear in me.

Story 1) I'll start with the story at my father and stepmothers house. As it's pretty simple. I lived there in my early 20s and had the classic downstairs basement room, I was the black sheep of sorts, so it was only fitting to put me there. We had a dog that always stayed with me, especially when the family was out doing whatever. This happened multiple times, but I'll share the last time I remember it happening; I'm sitting downstairs hanging out, YouTube or whatever I was doing, when my dog like he normally does when people come home, starts going NUTS. Barking and pacing for me to let him upstairs so he can greet whoever he believes came through the door, as I get out of my chair to let him do so, I hear the classic footsteps of what I believe is my little brother, as they're too fast to be my father or stepmom, I hear them go all the way back to the back of the house and stay there, so I let the dog out, and I follow suit thinking maybe my folks need help grabbing something they may have brought home. Get upstairs, nothing at all, lights off, no one home, dog is even thinking "well what the hell?". Now, at this point, this is the 4th or 5th time this has happened in the few years we'd been living there. Mostly starting in the latter part of those years. So this time, I felt ballsy about it, I decided like an idiot to just ask if anyone was there. No answer. So I go further into the house facing the hallway leading to the back of the house to a couple of bedrooms, I put myself in a bathroom so that when I yell at it, I won't see down the hallway when it comes to get my sorry ass. But I get in the bathroom and like an idiot I somewhat angrily yelled "who the fuck is in my house?" At this point I uear something fall in the back bathroom between the two bedrooms, I poke my head out to verify no one is there, check the garage to see no one is there, and then went back downstairs where I waited for people to actually come home. It's not the wildest story ever, but eerie to me.

Story 2) This is where, to me, these stories amp up and really get freaky. Just something about this trailer park/the trailer I lived in, thisnwas after loving in the same trailer with my mom, who my dad then took over after their divorce and was now living there with my steomom.... So I remember it being maybe 2006, I was maybe 13 or so, and at the time loved being up late as it was summer vacation from school, and this summer I liked smoking pot with my sister late at night in the backyard with the neighbor boy, this night, no pot, just us 3 hanging out smoking cigarettes and talking. For some reason or another my sister takes her phone out and I shit you not for some reason starts recording an audio file (this was on a shit Nokia ph9ne at the time, and the quality is already shit on these things, but recording nonetheless), not for anything paranormal, but thinking about it now, I don't remember for the life of me what she was trying to record, point is, as she's recording we're all three standing there, when all of this sudden about 2-4 feet to my right, we all hear the most unsettling, blood curdling, just nasty woman's scream for a solid 2 seconds. Immediately being like "what in the fuck was that?" Even getting so worked up that we called the police who didn't find anything after showing up 20 minutes later. Best part? My sister the next day realized she had been recording this audio file. So she goes into her phone to review it, realizing she had never thought to stop the recording.... but there it was in her phone, so we listen back to it, everything is normal, you can hear us talking right up until this scream, which when this happens in the recording you hear us go quiet, then a very static type silence, and then you hear us all go "what in the fuck was that?" And then the recording cuts off a few seconds later. I always said it was a fox, but with how loud it was and how close it was, that sound should have been on this recording, and it most definitely was not. Thoughts?

Now i have I hard time with these last 2 stories, as they are the only visual experiences I have, and to me, are the absolute hardest to explain. Kinda leaves me feeling out of my wits even thinking about them let alone about to be typing it all out.

Story 3) So to start, my mom was always a night owl, no exception even when we lived with her until 2005. I think this was somewhere around 2002 or 2003, the bedroom I was in, was right next to where the kitchen was, and you in fact could see right out into the kitchen, but couldn't see the table where we sat from here as the angle cut off that view, but it would've been off to the right of the bedroom door looking out. I remember waking up about 3 or 4 am or so, and looking out and seeing the dining room light on, and hearing my mom using her sewing machine at the table. So I yelled for her to come in there. I hear the machine stop, and she comes to the doorway, I just remember the most menacing horrifying mean look on her face as she just stood there, staring right at me, no words, no nothing, just this look like why the fuck are you talking to me right now? I don't really remember at this point if I said or did anything while she was stood there doing this, but just as quick as she was standing there, she just as quickly still with no words at all, just turned first her head away, and then her body followed suit, and then she just walked away. (This as most would assume is VERY much unlike most anyone's mom) I very much remember as soon as she was out of sight I started SCREAMING and crying, and yet again I hear her getting up from her sewing machine, this time a little more frantic, she comes in asking "what's wrong?" with the classic mom calming down horrified kid going on, so I told her what I'd literally just saw, and she said very plainly, that she had not just been in here and that she'd been sewing the whole time. And it is not like my mom to just come in and stare me down menacingly like that. Especially at 3 in the morning to scare me. Thoughts?

Story 4) my least favorite of these. I don't like even thinking about this one, but it's the one I wanted to bring here most as I just wanna know what others may think this thing is. So again, much like the last story, it's 3-4 in the morning, I'm in the same exact bedroom, bottom bunk, sister in on top bunk, this time everyone is asleep, all lights in the house off, and it's pretty quiet. I hear what I believe is a slightly heavy load in our dryer, or maybe the washer washing a little off balance. This sound wakes me all the way up because it just seems weird. So I roll over to get more comfy and I open my eyes a bit, as I'm looking around, I see what is some movement toward the kitchen, now again, you can see from this room out into the kitchen, but not the dining area, what you saw from my perspective is the island in the kitchen where the sink was, and you could see a little of the far side of our living room behind that, so I'm kinda scanning the kitchen listening to this weird sound I keep hearing, and that's when I see it. I can't say it was standing, as I saw no legs, but "standing" or stood behind the island but extremely tall, is this very plain almost 2d looking man. All white, no features whatsoever, no face, no nothing, as you looked down his body, it appeared to be more faint, but still a definite white figure or person just stood there. At first I'm thinking it's headlights hitting the window from a car outside, but then I realize that this thing has a cowboy type hat on, and not only that, it seems like it is taking this hat off, and like tipping it's hat in my direction, like it's tipping it's hat at me almost. Now at this point I'm genuinely trying to make sure I'm 100% awake, and I am, so I go back to looking because naturally, I just cannot look away now. And it just repeats the same exact movements over and over. Pulls the hat down, puts it back on, pulls it down, then back on. All the while this weird sound still happening. So I'm trying to justify it in my mind by thinking somehow the neighbor kid is playing a prank on me and is somehow outside the window that's a bit behind this thing using some sort of puppet or something. But when I realize how stupid a thought this is, that's when I started screaming. My sister wakes up, and asks what the hell is going on, and I tell her exactly what I see and I ask her if she sees it too. Oddly no, she doesn't at all, this makes me scream more, this time waking up my mom, who as she comes into the kitchen turns on the light. It disappeared in that moment. Though I still hear the strange sound so I ask my mom what the sound is, and if the washer was going, she goes and looks, neither machine is running, and for whatever reason this woman takes one look at me, feels my head to see if I have a fever (which I didn't lol) and then tells me I have a fever and that that's why I'm seeing stuff like that. So I try and calm, she leaves the room, and turns the kitchen light back off, and sure enough there this guy is again, still tipping that hat over and over. I managed to roll over and fall asleep somehow after. I still mention this story to my sister, and she still very vividly remembers every bit. I always said it was hat man, but the thing is, what I've read and heard on hat man, is not anything like this. My mother later also recounted this story, and later told me that though she didnt see or hear what i did, she only told me i had a fever and stuff to calm me down, and she knew that it wasnt a fever causing it. Thoughts?

Those are my stories, and I'm sorry if any of this is too long or annoying, but I figured I'd throw them out there!

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[link] [comments]Ok, so I've been scrolling this Reddit every once in a while for a couple of years now. Love reading in it, but I also love reading longer ones to keep me interested. I believe I may be able to fill some of your time if you're like me! This is also my first longer post, so forgive if it's long, but I can go into deep detail with these stories, and I aim to do just that. I also bring these stories here in search of any kind of answers about what these things were. I will start by saying even having these experiences, I've always been a skeptic, my mother who's passed 9 years ago, was toward the end of her life, a deep believer, as well as both of my sisters, though after my mother's passing, they have not spoken much on the subject unless asked about it, but they can verify 3 of the 4 stories I'm about to lay out there as well. The first 3 of these stories take place in my childhood home in a trailer park that always seemed to have an odd vibe around it in general, never found anything weird out about it, but we always had this theory like Indian burial grounds or something, though I doubt it, just a weird little rural area of southwest Michigan. The 4th story takes place at my father and stepmothers house, about 8 miles north of the house the first 3 stories take place in. I'll start with what I feel is the least intense, moving to the ones that still spark great fear in me. Story 1) I'll start with the story at my father and stepmothers house. As it's pretty simple. I lived there in my early 20s and had the classic downstairs basement room, I was the black sheep of sorts, so it was only fitting to put me there. We had a dog that always stayed with me, especially when the family was out doing whatever. This happened multiple times, but I'll share the last time I remember it happening; I'm sitting downstairs hanging out, YouTube or whatever I was doing, when my dog like he normally does when people come home, starts going NUTS. Barking and pacing for me to let him upstairs so he can greet whoever he believes came through the door, as I get out of my chair to let him do so, I hear the classic footsteps of what I believe is my little brother, as they're too fast to be my father or stepmom, I hear them go all the way back to the back of the house and stay there, so I let the dog out, and I follow suit thinking maybe my folks need help grabbing something they may have brought home. Get upstairs, nothing at all, lights off, no one home, dog is even thinking "well what the hell?". Now, at this point, this is the 4th or 5th time this has happened in the few years we'd been living there. Mostly starting in the latter part of those years. So this time, I felt ballsy about it, I decided like an idiot to just ask if anyone was there. No answer. So I go further into the house facing the hallway leading to the back of the house to a couple of bedrooms, I put myself in a bathroom so that when I yell at it, I won't see down the hallway when it comes to get my sorry ass. But I get in the bathroom and like an idiot I somewhat angrily yelled "who the fuck is in my house?" At this point I uear something fall in the back bathroom between the two bedrooms, I poke my head out to verify no one is there, check the garage to see no one is there, and then went back downstairs where I waited for people to actually come home. It's not the wildest story ever, but eerie to me. Story 2) This is where, to me, these stories amp up and really get freaky. Just something about this trailer park/the trailer I lived in, thisnwas after loving in the same trailer with my mom, who my dad then took over after their divorce and was now living there with my steomom.... So I remember it being maybe 2006, I was maybe 13 or so, and at the time loved being up late as it was summer vacation from school, and this summer I liked smoking pot with my sister late at night in the backyard with the neighbor boy, this night, no pot, just us 3 hanging out smoking cigarettes and talking. For some reason or another my sister takes her phone out and I shit you not for some reason starts recording an audio file (this was on a shit Nokia ph9ne at the time, and the quality is already shit on these things, but recording nonetheless), not for anything paranormal, but thinking about it now, I don't remember for the life of me what she was trying to record, point is, as she's recording we're all three standing there, when all of this sudden about 2-4 feet to my right, we all hear the most unsettling, blood curdling, just nasty woman's scream for a solid 2 seconds. Immediately being like "what in the fuck was that?" Even getting so worked up that we called the police who didn't find anything after showing up 20 minutes later. Best part? My sister the next day realized she had been recording this audio file. So she goes into her phone to review it, realizing she had never thought to stop the recording.... but there it was in her phone, so we listen back to it, everything is normal, you can hear us talking right up until this scream, which when this happens in the recording you hear us go quiet, then a very static type silence, and then you hear us all go "what in the fuck was that?" And then the recording cuts off a few seconds later. I always said it was a fox, but with how loud it was and how close it was, that sound should have been on this recording, and it most definitely was not. Thoughts? Now i have I hard time with these last 2 stories, as they are the only visual experiences I have, and to me, are the absolute hardest to explain. Kinda leaves me feeling out of my wits even thinking about them let alone about to be typing it all out. Story 3) So to start, my mom was always a night owl, no exception even when we lived with her until 2005. I think this was somewhere around 2002 or 2003, the bedroom I was in, was right next to where the kitchen was, and you in fact could see right out into the kitchen, but couldn't see the table where we sat from here as the angle cut off that view, but it would've been off to the right of the bedroom door looking out. I remember waking up about 3 or 4 am or so, and looking out and seeing the dining room light on, and hearing my mom using her sewing machine at the table. So I yelled for her to come in there. I hear the machine stop, and she comes to the doorway, I just remember the most menacing horrifying mean look on her face as she just stood there, staring right at me, no words, no nothing, just this look like why the fuck are you talking to me right now? I don't really remember at this point if I said or did anything while she was stood there doing this, but just as quick as she was standing there, she just as quickly still with no words at all, just turned first her head away, and then her body followed suit, and then she just walked away. (This as most would assume is VERY much unlike most anyone's mom) I very much remember as soon as she was out of sight I started SCREAMING and crying, and yet again I hear her getting up from her sewing machine, this time a little more frantic, she comes in asking "what's wrong?" with the classic mom calming down horrified kid going on, so I told her what I'd literally just saw, and she said very plainly, that she had not just been in here and that she'd been sewing the whole time. And it is not like my mom to just come in and stare me down menacingly like that. Especially at 3 in the morning to scare me. Thoughts? Story 4) my least favorite of these. I don't like even thinking about this one, but it's the one I wanted to bring here most as I just wanna know what others may think this thing is. So again, much like the last story, it's 3-4 in the morning, I'm in the same exact bedroom, bottom bunk, sister in on top bunk, this time everyone is asleep, all lights in the house off, and it's pretty quiet. I hear what I believe is a slightly heavy load in our dryer, or maybe the washer washing a little off balance. This sound wakes me all the way up because it just seems weird. So I roll over to get more comfy and I open my eyes a bit, as I'm looking around, I see what is some movement toward the kitchen, now again, you can see from this room out into the kitchen, but not the dining area, what you saw from my perspective is the island in the kitchen where the sink was, and you could see a little of the far side of our living room behind that, so I'm kinda scanning the kitchen listening to this weird sound I keep hearing, and that's when I see it. I can't say it was standing, as I saw no legs, but "standing" or stood behind the island but extremely tall, is this very plain almost 2d looking man. All white, no features whatsoever, no face, no nothing, as you looked down his body, it appeared to be more faint, but still a definite white figure or person just stood there. At first I'm thinking it's headlights hitting the window from a car outside, but then I realize that this thing has a cowboy type hat on, and not only that, it seems like it is taking this hat off, and like tipping it's hat in my direction, like it's tipping it's hat at me almost. Now at this point I'm genuinely trying to make sure I'm 100% awake, and I am, so I go back to looking because naturally, I just cannot look away now. And it just repeats the same exact movements over and over. Pulls the hat down, puts it back on, pulls it down, then back on. All the while this weird sound still happening. So I'm trying to justify it in my mind by thinking somehow the neighbor kid is playing a prank on me and is somehow outside the window that's a bit behind this thing using some sort of puppet or something. But when I realize how stupid a thought this is, that's when I started screaming. My sister wakes up, and asks what the hell is going on, and I tell her exactly what I see and I ask her if she sees it too. Oddly no, she doesn't at all, this makes me scream more, this time waking up my mom, who as she comes into the kitchen turns on the light. It disappeared in that moment. Though I still hear the strange sound so I ask my mom what the sound is, and if the washer was going, she goes and looks, neither machine is running, and for whatever reason this woman takes one look at me, feels my head to see if I have a fever (which I didn't lol) and then tells me I have a fever and that that's why I'm seeing stuff like that. So I try and calm, she leaves the room, and turns the kitchen light back off, and sure enough there this guy is again, still tipping that hat over and over. I managed to roll over and fall asleep somehow after. I still mention this story to my sister, and she still very vividly remembers every bit. I always said it was hat man, but the thing is, what I've read and heard on hat man, is not anything like this. My mother later also recounted this story, and later told me that though she didnt see or hear what i did, she only told me i had a fever and stuff to calm me down, and she knew that it wasnt a fever causing it. Thoughts? Those are my stories, and I'm sorry if any of this is too long or annoying, but I figured I'd throw them out there! submitted by /u/sacharyzmith [link] [comments]

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