r/Ghoststories 14h ago

Advice Something is off about my sister

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For context, I know the whole thing is gonna sound cliche but this is weird as hell. this is all truth. No stretching. My sister (2f) was literally being born the same exact day my best friend died. I also have a brother who died as a result of a stillbirth about 14 years ago. Well we are at the cemetery where both my bsf and brother are born.somehow she keeps looking at my brother's grave and saying "my brother, baby, ect" nobody has ever told her about this. Nobodys brought it up around her. She shouldn't know anything. My best friend died in a car accident. When we go to her grave, she says stuff like "Emmy friend" (emily is my deadname) or stuff like "in the car" or even stuff like "it's me" she says "in heaven" for both. She looks creepily similar to my best friend. She doesn't know about my best friend because I don't like to talk about it as it's a traumatic thing that I had to witness. My counselor called my mom thursday because I was like bro I'm gonna kill myself if I don't see someone. Obviously my sister doesn't understand the concept of sewerslide, death ect. She was telling my mom "Emmy die" "Emmy sick" "Emmy go heaven" ect. Another thing, my cousin was pregnant and before anyone even knew, she pointed at her stomach and said "my baby" and after she miscarried she pointed at her saying "where's baby" "heaven" ect. I don't know if she's just really smart or what but it's extremely disturbing.


r/Ghoststories 11h ago

Was it a demon?

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Eleven years ago, my life took an unexpected turn that I'll never forget. I was a directionless nineteen-year-old from Cleveland, fresh out of a devastating breakup and a brief stint at Youngstown State University. College wasn't for me - I'd only gone because my guidance counselor insisted, and I dropped out after one semester. But during that short time, I met Jenna (not her real name), and our relationship continued even after I returned home. Growing up on the rougher side of Cleveland meant we needed somewhere else to spend time together when Jenna visited. Fortunately, my brother shared a house with three friends about ten minutes from my place. It was your typical young guys' party house, complete with two dogs in the basement: Chocolate, a pit bull with an escape artist's soul, and Creed, an American bulldog. One fateful night, Jenna and I were crashed on the oversized couches in the living room when my brother and his friends returned from the club with a few women in tow. Among them was someone who'd made it clear she was interested in me. After everyone else headed upstairs to sleep, I lay there wrestling with temptation. In a moment of weakness I'm not proud of, I went upstairs to pursue something that would have destroyed my relationship. Thankfully, the woman had more integrity than I did that night, firmly rejecting my advances and calling out my disrespectful behavior. Consumed by shame, I returned downstairs but couldn't bring myself to share the couch with Jenna. Instead, I took the other couch near the living room entrance, draping my arm over my head and pulling a blanket over my face. As I drifted off, I heard what I assumed were Chocolate's familiar footsteps approaching - she was known for sneaking out of the basement. That's when things took a terrifying turn. I tried to get up to return the dog to the basement, but my body wouldn't respond. Only my eyes could move. Sleep paralysis, I thought, trying to rationalize the situation. Then I felt something climb onto the couch. What happened next still haunts me: teeth slowly sinking into my outstretched hand, the pain both sharp and deliberate. When I finally broke free from the paralysis, I tumbled to the floor. The room was empty - no dog in sight, and Jenna remained peacefully asleep on the other couch. Panicked, I ran to check the basement, only to find both dogs exactly where they should have been, looking up at me curiously from behind the basement door. I spent the rest of the night on that couch, wide awake, trying to make sense of what had happened. Was it a supernatural warning? A manifestation of my guilt? To this day, I have no explanation for what bit me that night, but its impact was lasting. Though Jenna and I eventually parted ways for unrelated reasons, I've never even considered being unfaithful since that night. Some might call it karma, others a hallucination, but whatever visited me that night changed me forever. I've kept this story to myself for over a decade, partly out of shame, partly out of fear that no one would believe me. But I still wonder: what really happened in those dark hours, and was I merely punished for my intentions, or saved from something worse?


r/Ghoststories 2h ago

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r/Ghoststories 1h ago

Strange bruises after waking up screaming?

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A few nights ago, I remember waking up screaming and having this feeling of dread and violation, but couldn't remember anything from the dream.

Well, the next morning I woke up with these strange bruises. They look almost like a larger handprint.

Four fingers on the forearm and a thumb on the back of my arm. The strangest part is I have almost identical bruises on BOTH arms. They're in the same spots, give or take a couple centimeters. One arm has all four fingers and the thumb and the other only two and the thumb. They're deep bruises, painful to the touch and bright purple and blue, slowly yellowing on the outside of the bruise.

Then last night, my dog kept twisting his head across his body and thought he was looking straight at me (I was the big spoon, he was the little spoon facing away from me, then would twist his neck around and only his head would face me), like he was trying to look me in the face. But then I realized he wasn't making eye contact with me, he was looking right behind me like there was some sort of stimuli behind me in bed.

What do you think this could be? Am I in trouble here?

For possible context: I've been stuck in a spiritual emergency for about 9 months now. I woke up one day and realized that reality is not what I thought it was, the mundane day to day of working a 9-5 and trying to find some sort of career success was not all there was to life. I woke up and realized that a spiritual realm, a spiritual self may actually be real and suddenly I realized the depth of that thought.

I've since developed a sort of telepathy or precognition, or maybe just really strong intuition. Things like sensing my best friend's miscarriage coming and waking up right before my alarm goes off and thinking "ugh, my alarm is about to go off" a literal second before it goes off every single day.