We were just talking about the past and sharing stories. We were talking about my father when, suddenly, the globe around the light on the ceiling fell straight down onto the center of the table. It didn’t break, roll, or move at all after hitting the table.
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We’ve had little things happen during the 2.5 years we’ve lived here. Mostly sounds, like knocking, and always toward the front of the house and in the hallway to the kids’ rooms. However, one time I heard footsteps late at night that went from my wife’s side of the bed to the other side of the room, then just stopped.
In the morning, my wife’s phone was where the footsteps had gone. She was confused as to why she would have placed it there, and I just kept my mouth shut. © cartmancakes / Reddit
The night my elder brother died, we were living in an apartment.
My neighbor across the hall has a ferocious Rottweiler who is very aggressive. Around 3 AM, there were three distinctive knocks on the door, and we heard the Rottweiler squealing in fear. We opened the door to see no one.
The next day, my aunt came home and cried in grief. She said, “I felt like someone knocked on my door at 3 AM; I felt it was your brother, but there was no one.” © caprismart1978 / Reddit
Back in the 90s, I was in the living room playing a game on the computer. My dad came in, talked to me for about a minute, then went back to his room to go to bed.
I went back to playing the game. A few minutes later, I got this feeling that something was looking at me. I looked up, and in the same spot where my dad had been standing was a form in the shape of my dad.
I could see through it, and it looked like iridescent smoke. © bur1sm / Reddit
A long time ago, when I was just starting kindergarten, I would ride the afternoon bus home. For the first few weeks, I would see my grandpa on the side of the road by the entrance to my neighborhood.
When I got home, I told my mom all about it—how he just stood there and waved at me. All I got were perplexed looks. The reason?
My grandfather had died two weeks before school started. What I didn’t find out until recently was that he had died right by the pond, a few feet from that road. © Bookwormgirl991 / Reddit
I was sitting in a movie theater with my aunt when I saw a man walk up the aisle.
He was tall, youngish, and wearing white. He almost had a sort of glow about him. He reached the top of the stairs, turned towards the wall, and disappeared.
I was stunned. My jaw dropped. At that moment, my aunt turned to me and said, “You saw him too?!” © obscura87 / Reddit
Sometimes, the most unsettling confessions come from our little ones.
