Hey Pandas, Has Anything Paranormal Ever Happened To You? (Closed)

I think I saw the ghost of a family cat once. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw a cat jump up on my bed, but when I turned there was nothing there. I was the only one in the room. (This might sound cheesy, but I think the cat came back to say goodbye)

I was returning home late, after midnight. It was very cold outside, and the streets were empty. I saw the last bus to home approaching, and I started running towards the station, hoping to catch it.

As I was about to cross the street on the run, I heard a firm and clear voice: "STOP!" I stopped instantly. The next second, another bus from the opposite direction passed by me in high speed. The driver hadn't seen me I guess, because there was no honking. I froze in fear: hadn't I stopped, it would have crushed me.

I looked around to see who had called me, but there was no one there. I missed the bus home and I had to walk the whole distance (about 3.5 km). Pretty unwise to walk alone at night, I wouldn't do it again; but somehow, I felt protected that night. I reached home safely.

I talked to a priest about this, and he said it was my guardian angel's voice.

I lived literally along “The Trail Of Tears” (an 1800s evacuation route white settlers and the military used to force local native Americans of my area in Georgia to walk to a reservation out west, killing many along the route) just my dog and I on 5 acres in a tiny house. I felt it was my job to be the guardian of the land.

At first there were accidents on the land that put me in the ER. Things just went wrong too often to be coincidence. Electronics would fail. I started falling and even broke my hip.

I read up on the land and learned angry Native Americans would leave “watchers” on the land to make no one ever lived peacefully on it again.

I tried to explain to them that I felt that I was charged with caring for the land. The previous land owners had kept 4 open grassy acres mowed like a lawn, but I let it grow and a young farmer would look after it and collect bales of hay twice a year for his livestock. It was free to him for the cost of baling it. I had a 6 inch pipe put in under the driveway so small animals could get from the edge of the trees to the meadow without being seen by predators. I walked the perimeter of the land every day and all the neighborhood dogs would walk with me. Things calmed down.

One time at about 3a.m. I woke up out of a deep sleep, looked outside and there a majestic buck standing in the moonlight looking at me. We just looked at one another and then he walked away. Things on the land got better after that. I like to think we came to an understanding that night in the moonlight.

My favorite place ever.

We have a good friend who passed from covid. She still comes to visit. She turns on the living room tv and twice has adjusted the thermostat. She also visits another friend and her son & DIL. There’s nothing sinister about it. We all know she’s just checking on us. Miss her so much.

1) I was standing next to a tv hanging in my room, holding my beardie. Then I heard a firm but kiddish voice screaming "MOVEEE!", my bearded dragon jumped out of my hand, and I moved to get him, then the tv fell where I had been standing, and my bearded dragon continuously licked me, the really weird part about this, is the voice, that screamed, was the voice that I had always imagined my bearded dragon having if he could talk.

2) I heard my sister yell "HELP" so I ran downstairs, the table had fallen on her after I helped her get up, and checked if she was OK, I asked her why nobody else came, she asked me why, and I told her she yelled help. And she denied it, I asked my parents if they heard it, and they said no.

3) Ever since I was a little kid, I could sense when bad news was going to come, good news, the room would get warmer, and brighter. Bad news? Dark, cooler, sadness. I asked my family if they saw the changes in the room, and they said no. I sensed it was going to be bad news when my parents called me into the room 4 years ago, the room went dark, and they told me my sweet old great-grandmother died. I knew. I knew. I feel like something's wrong with me, but I'm afraid they're gonna say something's wrong with me. And I'm gonna be sent to some type of mental health clinic.
4) (the last one). My great-grandmother had died, the night before I got the news, I had a dream she gave me one of those sweet caramel cubes she always had, the ones she always gave me. I haven't eaten a caramel cube since.

Sometimes when I’m in my room I can hear whispering coming from the attic (which is attached to my room and separated by a door). I also sometimes hear footsteps in the house when I’m alone. But I’m probably just paranoid idk

I was a kid. My stepfather had died six months prior. I was packing my house into a car to move to my mum's new boyfriend's house. A car just like my late SF's drove past and I was certain I saw him at the wheel, but with grey hair. Face was the same. I like to tell myself that he was checking we were ok. We were. New guy had the same birthday and was really kind.

I don't remember this, but according to my mom, when I was young and we had just moved into the place we live in now. My mom heard me laughing and checked my room. She asked me what I was doing, and I told her Grandpa was reading to me.
I had a book in my hands, and I guess I described him to my mom, and sounded like I had been talking to my mom's father, who had died many years earlier.

Another one- I swear I've seen the ghosts of two of my cats after they've both died. Could also just be me imagining things, but I like to believe they watch over me.

Saw a tiny black rectangle up in the sky for 15 minutes while loading up my work truck several years back. I kept an eye on it, even got a shot of it with my phone. Without moving position, it just kept getting smaller and smaller until it was gone. It was neither bird, balloon, plane or drone. I’ve seen about a dozen or so things in the sky over the years that I can’t explain.

Twice. Around Christmas. Two different years, when I was younger. (Or the same year. Probably the same year.) I was standing alone in the living room, and the Christmas tree was by this sliding door that went to our backyard. I was sitting on the arm of the couch, just Yknow, probably chilling or contemplating life. I suddenly hear this man voice, definitely not my dad’s (only my mom, dad, and sister were in the house, but not in the living room). The man says my name. That’s all. It’s deep, and… very neutral. No emotion really behind it, as far as I can tell or remember. I wasn’t scared, but I was confused. Did the tree just say my name?? I went to my parents’ bedroom to ask my dad for sure that he didn’t say my name. He said no. I went back to the living room. It didn’t happen again. Until maybe.. 5-15 minutes later. I hear it again. The man voice. I was SO CONFUSED. And I’m still confused. I assume that it was God talking to me, or Yknow, if guardian angels are a thing, then that. But I like to think it was God lol

1-i woke up one night at around 2 am, felt a pressure on my chest . i heard a scratching sound on my wall, looked over to see a shadow. i bolted up and ran, didnt sleep in my room for weeks.

2- after my dog died i kept on seeing her around the house and had a dream she was in a meadow, idk if that counts tho

Several times:
1) When I was a kid, I was in a bicycle rally. I hit a speed bump, and my bike swerved out into the other lane... with a car coming. I felt giant hands steer me back into the right lane. Guardian angel? Clearly wasn't my time.

2) I was in Edinburgh in the Vaults. The guide turned off all lights and played a six-minute story, for us to get an idea of just how pitch-black it was esp during winter months. In complete darkness, where I couldn't see my hand in front of me, I saw a woman wearing period dress, standing about three feet from where our guide was. No bad vibes, just confusion. And then she went left into the wall. I tried several experiments: closing my eyes, hand in front of my face, blink and look away, and she was there a solid 4-5 minutes.

3) Same trip, further down, Little Annie's room. Entered, and immediately started bawling, like I'd never be happy again. Left the room, felt fine. Every time I turned back toward the room, my spirits started to sink again. Never felt that before.

4) In college, friend and I made a homemade Ouija board, and summoned spirits who said they were WWII vets. But things got hinky after; the straw planchette moved in a figure 8, and one day after asking for a sign, we got a voice on our messages that said "Wade (vet name) loves K (me)". We freaked, ran over to get a buddy, ran upstairs: all messages intact except that one, that had been in the middle of all messages.

One night, I came back from seeing a movie, and in May, in Louisiana, I opened the door and my room was ice cold. Then through the window, through the blinds, a gigantic hand knocked three times. I know what I saw. Said nothing, backed out of the room, ran to friend's room, told her, we freaked. Had to go back for contacts, clothes, but we gave it a few hours. Went back in together, nothing, room was normal. After that we shredded the paper Ouija board and snipped the straw planchette. Nothing else happened, but we got very spooked and vowed never again.

We pretty much knew the house we lived in before had a spirit that lived there too. Lightbulbs would just blow up randomly, doors would close or open, etc. But one night a desk lamp in the bedroom turned on full blast- so bright it woke us up- the lamp Wasn’t plugged In! That was the only real kinda freaky experience.

I don't know if this is paranormal, or something else, but I remember being 10, playing outside at night (at this point, I was just walking home, I was only a few houses away) and a red light beams down on me, and I hear a strange noise, like a weird sweeping-beeping noise, just with one prolonged beep. it all went away within a second, but it was strange to me.

I've seen ghosts on a few occasions, but the most dramatic was when a friend and I were exploring the basement of an old hotel in Europe and when we opened a door to see where it went, there was a huge, dark entity of some sort. We looked at each other, back at the ghost, back at each other, back at the ghost and back at each other again We realized we really were seeing the same thing and got the heck out of there. Another time in a hotel where I was staying, there was a ghost who would come and hand over my bed every night, clearly annoyed that someone was sleeping in his bed. I asked someone with the ability to do so to please ask him to leave. Was never bothered again.

At my sister's house. woke up to to a tall dark shadow figure standing by the end of the bed.

When I still lived at home I started hearing loud noises coming from the attic. Like heavy furniture being dragged across the floor. My dad would insist it was just mice and everyone else dismissed it. Until one day I came home from work and my brother and his brother in law freaked out when I came in the front door. They thought I was home and moving furniture around upstairs and were annoyed with how much noise I was making. There was no one else there but them. They agreed with me that it was definitely not mice. There was also a bowling ball that was in a box on a shelf that came down the attic stairs. The box was intact and sitting where it had been before. The shelf was narrow enough that if the box had tipped it would have fallen off the shelf.

My younger brother (47) died suddenly at home due to surgical complications. He left behind a wife and 3 children. He and his wife had an argument a day or two before and she threw her wedding band/engagement ring at him. Fast forward to the day he died. I can imagine the guilt she felt for arguing with him. She told me that she looked and looked, but was unable to find them. About a month went by and my husband and I were over one evening watching the children and getting them ready for bed. I was waiting for my niece to get out of the shower (bathroom was off the master bedroom) and as I waited, I started talking to my brother. "Okay little brother, where did you put the rings?! She is feeling a lot of guilt, so be nice and tell me where they are." I immediately turned to my right, walked over to a remote control holder, took the remote control out, reached in and found the rings. I stood there in disbelief! I called for my husband to come upstairs to show him and he said to me, "Don't tell me you went routing through their things!" I told him what happened and he went silent (he knows I wouldn't make that story up). My sister-in-law was dumbfounded as she said that she emptied that remote holder out a couple of times and it wasn't in there (there was only a remote control and his reading glasses - nothing else in the holder).

I was watching the children a few nights later and after bathing the youngest, was getting him dressed for bed in the master bedroom. He laid down on the bed, looked up to the ceiling and started to reach upwards saying, "Hi Daddy!" the entire time. I believe he saw his father.

Fast forward a couple of months later and I was over watching the children again. I set up my cell phone to record in the family room (the room in which he passed away) and went upstairs to help the youngest my niece with something. I was gone for about 5 minutes. When I returned to the family room, I stopped the recording and began watching it. The moment I left the room, orbs appeared and began flying all over the room in random directions. This went on the entire time I was upstairs. From our upbringing, my family believes that a soul gets "trapped" where their death occured. In order for spirit to ove on, a door or window needs to be opened to set spirit free. I opened one of the windows and said it was okay to move on. I set up the camera once again and began recording. I left the room and went upstairs as I did the first time. After five minutes went by, I stopped the recording and began watching it. I didn't pick up any orbs in the second recording. I believe I set my brother free.

I hope he can rest now.

When I was really young I looked behind my bed in the middle of the night and I was convinced I had seen my grandmother behind the bed- but she’s still alive today so IDK if that counts as paranormal.

When I was 12 I distincley remmber waking up in the middle of the night to the feeling of somone massaging my feet. I woke up and looked and there was a girl in purple pjs. I still dont know who she was