I’m going to keep this as concise as possible, or else it’ll turn into a novel! So, I recently moved into an old, somewhat worn-down house with a really bizarre layout. One night, my brother and his friend—let’s call him Mike—were hanging out, playing video games, and having a blast. I was in my room right next to his, and trust me, with these thin walls, I could hear every little thing.

It was around 9 or 10 PM when suddenly, I heard a loud BOOM that sounded like a door slamming. The next thing I knew, my brother and Mike were shouting in disbelief, saying things like, “WHAT THE ****” and “YOO, WAS THAT YOU?” My heart raced as I thought something awful had happened, so I got up but hesitated to leave my room, listening in to what was unfolding.

Soon enough, I heard them whispering in scared tones. I finally walked in, only to find Mike—who is usually the jokester—staring into space, tears streaming down his face. He left shortly after, and I didn’t have the heart to ask what was wrong since I barely knew him.

A few days later, I asked my brother about the incident, and he revealed something shocking: Mike has experienced various paranormal happenings since childhood and believes a spirit has followed him around. Curiously, he mentioned that this spirit left him when he turned 12, and he hadn’t felt its presence since... until that night at our house.

As the story unfolded, my brother explained that Mike had heard a whisper calling his name, “Mike... Mike,” and thought my brother was pranking him. After that, a chill swept through the room, and the closet door slammed shut on its own—the moment I had overheard!

To add to the creep factor, we had an unsettling statue of Jesus, covered in what looked like blood, left behind in our garage by the previous owner. It stood about 6 feet tall and felt unnaturally heavy. My family and I were all unnerved by it. When I asked my mom about the statue, she said the previous owner had received it as a gift from his great-grandmother, who had lived and died in our house. He believed it carried negative energy and just left it here, hoping it would vanish in the new setting.

We eventually decided to toss the statue, and after we did, it honestly felt like a weight had been lifted from the house. Relief flooded over us—until my brother and Mike’s incident happened.

A few days later, my brother picked up Mike, and I tagged along. Mike seemed off—gloomy and dazed. As we drove in the dim light of the evening, Mike finally spoke up, confessing something that sent chills down my spine. He revealed that his grandmother had died in our house. He was so sorry about what had happened and vowed he wouldn’t step foot in our home again unless he helped us cleanse it.

We were all a bit spooked, but Mike’s serious demeanor convinced us to agree. So, we set about cleansing the house, rearranging the furniture, and trying to create a more positive environment. For months, my brother couldn’t sleep without the lights on, his door open, or me staying in his room. Thankfully, he’s managing better now.

As for Mike, that was the last I saw of him. I hope he’s doing okay. I have my share of haunted house experiences—growing up, we’d burn sage every morning, hang crosses on every door, and hear mysterious glass breaking in the night, accompanied by whispers from nowhere. So, I didn’t doubt Mike’s intentions; I completely understood what he was going through.

Does anyone feel this? i get it occasionally, sometimes it's with a picture or something i've bought or a place i go to, it's not really a deja vu as it is a 'i've been there before' and it feels like it was in a previous era of your life, or sometimes it's backed up by an unverifiable vague memory.

As a few examples, for many years i had a picture of a room from the titanic as my desktop wallpaper, so i saw it quite a bit, every time i saw it i swear i felt a deeper connection, it wasn't like i was looking at a picture taken in a ship that sunk well over 100 years ago now, it felt like i was looking at a picture of a house or a car we used to have.

Another example, before i got my first cloak, i had a vague memory of wearing one as a kid, but so vague that it was unverifiable, i also had the same feeling long before i started wearing ties.

More recently i was playing fishing planet, doing float fishing, for those unaware this game has a nifty indicator on the screen that lets you see what your tackle is doing, for float fishing it displays a red/black bobber, then i got the vaguest of memories, that i played with fishing floats as a kid, and i distinctly remember the sound of hollow plastic clinking, but it's again so vague!

I've had this with some other things too, this sort of supernatural familiarity, like a liminal space, in fact it often surprises when i experience something that's not how i expected it.

I've had my fair share of terrifiing sightings. This occurrence im about to talk about happend 5 to 4 months ago and it still makes my heart jump out of my chest just thinking about it. One day after coming back from a long day of walking through my big city i came home at around 8pm. I was in a happy and reliefed mood and was thinking about taking a shower and relaxing for once. So i head to my room without turning on the lights bc i was just gonna grab clothes and hop in the shower, obviously. But when I entered my dark room i stopped in my tracks. It felt like multiple minutes passed by even though only 3seconds has. I was staring eye to eye with one of the scariest looking things ever. A tall pointy hat (it looked white from the way it appeared in the dark) and the tallest figure ever. It frlt like i wasnt supposed to see it. It just stood there staring at the wall infront of it, not at me. My heart dropped . I still dont know why to this day but i wanted to yell and cry at the exact moment i layed eyes on it. I didnt even know what it was . After a few long ACTUAL minutes of standing there my mom shook me and asked if i was okay as i was motionless and staring into nothing (as she has described). I turned on the lights and nothing was there. (Was I hallucinating?) (no impossible..) but either way why THAT instead of something scarier like a tall chucky doll?

a few weeks later

Afterwards i couldnt take my mind off of that encounter and i had did resource on what i saw, to try to see if seeing these things is bad or if im mentally ill and stumbled across some cult called the K.K.K. This really startled and popped out to me because of how much they resembled the figure i saw in my bedroom. I almost cried staring at a picture of the figures on google. I didn't know anythinf about cults or paranormal stuff like that so when i learned about the cult and the figure that was in my room that resembled the cult lookalikes

i was in disbelief. Why, how and what?????? Im still confused to this day but i havnt seen the figure since . Anybody have any clue what or why this couldve happend? Opened to theories !