What is the craziest paranormal experience you’ve had?

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High school girlfriend says she saw an old man in her house in the study. I laughed it off because her house was no older than 20 years old and how could it be haunted. I jokingly said she saw a wooden carving her parents had that resembled Jesus because she described the man of having a big white beard. A few weeks later I was walking from the stairs and into the kitchen were she was sitting, out of the corner of my eye I see an older man sitting at the head of the table in the dining room. I tell her but have to rule out my claim as the seed of belief may have been planted in my head. Months later her friend from Brazil was visiting. My girlfriend and I are fooling around upstairs and her friend burst through the door crying. In Portuguese my girlfriend asks what’s wrong and her friend says she was listen to music with headphones walking around on the main floor when she ran into an old man with a white beard in the study. There was absolutely no way my girlfriend told her friend as she wasn’t a believer in the paranormal and didn’t make a big deal about it when she told me. To this day it is the one case in my life where I have to truly believe we all saw something in that house.

Chickenbrik

This sounds crazy but is 100 percent true (at least my narrative). I used to live in a mobile home trailer park growing up. There was a hallway that went from one end of the trailer to the other, with the bedrooms coming off it on one side. My bed was on the wall opposite the hallway, so I could see into the hallway but not down either side. When I was about maybe 6-8 years old, if I stayed awake after my dad went to sleep and stared at the doorway I would start to be able to make out a hand stretching from beyond the doorway in the hall, from the right side of the door to the left. The longer I looked the more of the hand would appear until eventually over the course of a few minutes I could see a a red and white striped shirt/sweater sleeve. If I continued to stare, after a longer period, the body of a boy would appear in the doorway. I specifically remember hiding under the covers most nights when this would happen, mostly at the first sight of him. I was never antagonized further than him slowly moving (facing my bed) from the right side of the door to the left, and if I continued to stare he would eventually disappear beyond the left threshold. We moved out of that trailer into a home when I had just turned 9 and that was the end of it. I never really thought about it, and I never told my dad or anyone else about it because by that time I had already chalked it up to just seeing things, and had thought it was my imagination (I’m sure it probably was). About 15-20 years later, my dad and I were talking about his best friend that had lived next door, but sadly just passed away. We started talking about our trailer and the older lady that had moved in after us. My dad said something like “funny enough, [Dads friend] told me a few years ago that that woman used to see a little boy in a red and white shirt, like a ghost or something.” I was obviously taken about and told him about what I had seen almost every night for a few years and we were both just a bit shocked at what that might mean. Never experienced anything else, but that completely stumps me.

Big-Bull-Thunder

Was home alone with my old roommate’s pit bull, Hamburger. She was very sweet, but would bark at strange noises or if she heard something outside the house. Sometimes a light growl and a few barks if she saw a mouse (rare occurrence, but hey it was an old house) Anyway, it was like 11:30pm and I was chillin in my room when she started barking. Normally a quick “hey cut it out!” would hush her up, but not this time so I figured something had riled her up for real. Went out into the hall and she was looking from the living room down the hall in my direction but past me. So I looked where she was looking and couldn’t see anything. Hall was mostly dark except the light from my room (halfway down the hall). Looked back at her, and she whimpered for a second. Then out of nowhere she started growling and barking like I’d never heard before and ran toward me. I was not afraid of her at all and knew she’d never hurt me, but I recoiled a bit until she went a couple feet past me and continued barking aggressively at the end of the hall. She was not an aggressive dog at all, so this freaked me out. And it was definitely not a mouse, because she was looking around human head height. I went to the living room, turned on all the lights, and sat on the couch because it was nice and far from the end of the hall. Called her back to me and she sat by my side doing a low growl for the next 5 minutes. When I calmed down and wasn’t feeling so alarmed anymore she *refused* to come with me to my room. Later that night woke up to what I swear looked like an adolescent girl in a white dress at the foot of my bed. Here’s the catch though. My room at night in that house could get really dark. I shouldn’t have been able to see anything as distinctly as that. Only reason I doubt what I saw is because I’ve suffered my entire life from what I can only refer to as night terrors. It’s like sleep paralysis, but only the hallucination part. I’m fully capable of moving, and I’m only half asleep so I end up doing shit like turning all the lights on and throwing pillows at shit that isn’t there. That being the case, I was completely conscious when all that with Hammy went down. And normally when I wake up to a hallucination, it’s something like a giant spider or snake in my bed. *Rarely* is it a hallucinated person, and I’m almost *always* terrified no matter what I’m seeing. That night I wasn’t afraid at all when I woke up, and it was gone by the time I turned the light on. Never told any of my roommates, and I’ve only told one other person before. Even writing it out I’m doubting myself. All I know is that I loved the hell out of that dog, and if there was something there she put herself between me and it.

Scythe-Guy

My dads gun safe slammed shut and i was the only one home and laying on my bed.

Flashy-Pitch-7611

20 years old, taking my girlfriend home late one night on small country roads. I go to take a left turn then suddenly there are bright headlights coming through the passengers window. She screams, I scream, we are about to be killed….and nothing happens. We don’t get hit, the car just vanishes. She is hyperventilating and crying, Im scared as hell, confused, and adrenaline is racing. We sat there five minutes before I could drive again. Start up the road and suddenly there are intense headlights behind us, they fly up behind us easily going 50 mph faster than us. Braced to get rear ended….and nothing. Girl is screaming so loud she is hoarse, all I hear is GO, GO, GO. We drove the next 10 miles on little country roads at 110 mph, making curves that should have sent us into ditches, with the headlights either mere feet behind us or pulling alongside but we could never see anything but lights. Then my girlfriend suddenly screamed “What did you do with the fucking stars?!” I glanced up, not daring to look away from the road very long, and the sky was black. Not moonless night black, I mean GONE black. I know how crazy it sounds but I am driving with the gas pedal on the floor at three times the safe speed, scared to death, with a screaming girl beside me and distinctly remember watching the trees in the headlights to figure out if everything literally vanished, ceased to exist once my cars headlights were past it because looking out the passengers window things seemed to just pop and vanish. She curled up in her seat and passed out. There was a sharp 90 degree turn ahead with a huge, deep gully just past it and there was no way we could make it at our speed. I don’t know why but when I saw the lights beside me I slammed on the brakes as hard as I could. The lights zipped past us and vanished, the stars were back and somehow sitting there I just knew it was over I woke her up, and she just kind of oozed into her seat and quietly asked me to take her home. We didn’t talk about it at all, she just got out and ran inside. I sat in her driveway and trembled for 10 minutes. I was terrified of going home the way we had come so I numbly drove 20 minutes in the wrong direction and slept in the parking lot of a truck stop because there were people around 24 hours a day. My girlfriend would not return my phone calls for two days, I finally got her by calling her mom (who was as nice as ever). Told my girlfriend I really wanted to talk about what had happened, she said “it never happened.” In the driest, most emotionless voice that I can still hear 30 years later. We NEVER discussed it and three troubled months later broke up (never discussed that either, just quit talking). I have never heard of anyone else seeing odd lights and I’ve never seen them again but SOMETHING was out there with us that night.

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