From inexplicable shadows dancing in the corners to spine-tingling voices from the past, these narratives are more than just tales – they’re firsthand accounts that people can’t shake off. Each story is a glimpse into a world beyond our comprehension, a realm where things go bump in the night and the ordinary transforms into the extraordinary. So, buckle up as we embark on a journey through the uncanny, the eerie, and the downright hair-raising.
I was swimming in the ocean by myself in front of a condo we were renting in Florida. I could see my kids playing on the balcony of the condo. While swimming, I got caught in a riptide and panicked. I am not a strong swimmer, and the waves were getting me tired. I looked up to the balcony and said goodbye to my kids. I was tired and the riptide was moving further away from the shore. I knew this was the end for me. I tried calling for help, but there was no one around. Suddenly a man appeared out of nowhere. He told me not to worry and he was not going to let me go. It took a lot of effort from both of us, but he finally pulled me to the shore. I collapsed and could not get myself to get up. I wanted to thank him, but when I looked up, he was gone. My kids saw me lying on the beach and ran down to help me walk upstairs. I could not shake what happened to me. I kept reading about riptides and how many people lost their lives due to it. I also came across one article from the same town, where a man lost his life exactly a year ago in the same location while trying to save his daughter’s life. She was caught in a riptide. While trying to save her life, both of them died. The article had a picture of the man with his family. I can say with confidence that the man was the same person who saved my life.
One night I had a dream about my Grandpa (who had died almost 20 years prior). We were in his home, and he kept telling me “We need to clean the house, we need to get the house ready.” When I asked him why, he just said “She’s coming home”.
My Grandma, his wife of 50 years, died the next day.
In high school, I was getting peer pressured into doing something I didn’t want to do, and would’ve gotten in a lot of trouble had a teacher come by, but I felt I didn’t have a choice. I distinctly remember asking in my head ‘If I have a guardian angel right now, please pull the fire alarm or something..’
I kid you not at that exact second, the fire alarm went off. (This NEVER happened at this school. It was so unlikely, I didn’t expect it to actually happen. Nearly sh*t my pants.)
We immediately went to the assembly area along with the rest of the school, and I got out of the situation. Turns out that at that moment someone in the school had accidentally triggered the fire alarm. I spent the rest of the day in shock honestly.
That day introduced me to the idea of guardian angels and I have had many similar occasions since then where just in the nick of time, I’ve gotten out of potentially extremely bad situations either due to insane luck, or the nudge of something looking out for me.
A family friend of ours, Gary, was terminally ill with cancer. He was a father figure to me and one of the few adult males from my previous life (I am a recovering alcoholic) that fully understood me. A friend and myself were in Moab, UT and found a hostel to sleep in for the night. I had a dream about Gary. He looked amazing, completely healthy and backlit and was wearing a multi-colored sweater. He looked at me with concern in his eyes, pointed backwards and said, “I’m not doing too good.” I woke up a bit shaken because it felt SO REAL. I told my girlfriend about the dream and she asked if I needed to call my mom to see how he was doing. I told her that it wasn’t necessary because I knew they would call me if Gary passed. That day we drove from Utah to Colorado and stayed in another hotel. At about 5 AM I woke up and my phone was ringing. I could see that it was my mom and I already knew what she was going to tell me. She broke the news that Gary had passed and I basically explained to her that Gary came and told me goodbye. I’m tearing up IRL right now writing this.
The picture that his wife picked for his obituary was Gary in that multi-colored sweater he was wearing when he came to me in my dream.
Working as night security for a small office at a sanitation plant. The building was a single entrance and you had to check in at the security station to get in or out. A worker shows up and checks in saying he needs to take care of a few things and grab some stuff. So I check in his ID and flip a few lights for him then go back about my business.
Fast forward a few hours and my shift is about to end, I still haven’t seen the guy come back. So I go patrol the building to find him and literally can’t find him anywhere. He’s not in any of the areas I turned lights on for him, no other lights are on, and he’s not in any other rooms. I stop by security to see if we just missed each other and he’s trying to leave, but nobody is there. I do a second patrol and still no signs. At this point, I went to check the cameras to see where he went, but he’s not on a single camera except the one covering the entrance and security station. He turns down a hallway and never shows up on the next camera down said hall. At this point, I logged it as an incident, and GTFO right as the relief shift showed up.
The next day my boss calls me and says that the worker had been on vacation out of state for several days, and wouldn’t return for several more. Nobody could offer any explanation for what happened.
I had a phase in my mid-teens when I would read the obituaries in the local newspaper. I saw a name that was familiar as it was the same as a family friend. It had his full first, middle, and last names. I didn’t say anything to my parents since I figured they already knew.
A few days later my mom told me he died and I said I knew since I saw his obit. She said, “He died last night in his sleep.” I went back through the newspapers (my mom kept them for a week before throwing them out) but the obit wasn’t there. When the real obit came out it had his first and last name but just his middle initial. This was almost 40 years ago and I still think about it.
My mom and dad were co-dependent, and they liked it that way. They didn’t want other people (other than the kids). They were completely happy to be just wrapped up in each other. My dad died the day before his birthday in a hospice centre. Afterwards, it was like he was still home. His touch lamp beside his recliner would go on by itself. The recliner would rock like someone was getting in it. And sometimes, my mom or my sister would hear my dad saying, “Honey, fix me a cold drink?” That was exactly how he’d ask my mom to fill up his massive mug with Sprite over ice.
My mother died less than a year and a half later. After my mother died, there was never another sign of either of them being there. They’ve been gone now for close to 14 years now.
I got my driver’s license at 22 years old and was a nervous driver. One summer in 2014, my parents were going to our family’s beach house with my at the time toddler son, and I was going to meet them there the following Saturday morning as I had work. At the time I was driving a beat-up 2000 Chevy Cavalier with NO air conditioning, and my cigarette lighter was broken so I could not charge my GPS system in the car. I also didn’t have a smartphone at the time, so I figured I would charge my GPS overnight and it would survive the hour-and-a-half drive to my family’s beach house. What I didn’t take into account, due to being a freshly licensed driver, was that Saturday morning traffic on the NJ Garden State Parkway in the summer is a f*cking nightmare. I also have an absolutely awful sense of direction and I can get a bit anxious when I get lost.
I left my house around 8 in the morning and texted my parents that I would be at the beach house around 10:00 latest, and that I would take the baby to the beach when I got there. By 10:45 I was sitting in a dead stop of traffic, sweating my butt off as there was no breeze. The GPS suggested I take a different exit than I normally would, and I jumped at the chance to get off the parkway. Whatever exit it wanted me to take also brought me to more dead stop traffic. At this point, my GPS was about to die and I had NO idea where I was going. I didn’t even have a bottle of water on me.
Around 12:30, I was driving through random towns with no idea where I was, covered in sweat, my GPS had been dead for hours and I was on the verge of a nervous breakdown. I called my parents, who had no idea where I was and they suggested I stop somewhere to ask for directions, but when I did find a fire station, no one was inside. I went back to my car utterly defeated and burst into tears. I didn’t know what to do and was half afraid I would never find my way home. I thought of my late uncle, who was a limo driver and the namesake of my son. I was sure he probably knew exactly where I was due to taking teenagers down the shore every year after their proms. I looked up at the ceiling of my car and cried, “Hey, Uncle C, I’m lost and afraid and I have to get to the baby. Where the heck am I?”
All of a sudden, I heard the mechanical voice of the GPS say “At the stop sign, make a right.” I looked down at the GPS and saw that it was no longer dead, but it wasn’t fully on either. Instead of it showing a map or the main menu, it was just a blank white screen. It repeated to me, “At the stop sign, make a right.” I figured I had maybe a minute or so before it died again, so I went to the stop sign and made the right. The GPS directed me for the next half an hour to the front of my family’s beach house. As soon as I parked the car, instead of the typical “You have reached your destination” that the GPS usually said, it just went, “Goodbye” and then died again. I had NEVER heard it say “goodbye” to me before that day, and I never heard it say that again. My family and I are convinced that my uncle helped me find my way home through the GPS. And yes, I got a smartphone that same year for Christmas so I would always have access to a GPS lol.
When I was a kid (about 10-12ish) I was carrying a load of laundry upstairs home alone while my mom was out doing errands. We have this weird carpet runner over our hardwood stairs that’s only really attached at the top of the flight but otherwise not fitted or secured to each individual stair, so naturally I step on an air bubble of carpet with my vision obscured by the laundry and fall backwards while bear hugging a bunch of blankets.
I specifically remember thinking “Welp, guess I’m about to die” while almost airborne with just my big toe left on the carpet when I felt two hands, one on either side of my shoulder blades, give me a firm shove that launched me back up on the step and diagonally against the stair rail. I assumed Mom somehow silently came back early without announcing herself and turned around to thank her while still clinging to the railing, but no one was there. I scurried upstairs to put my things down while calling her name and walked the house afterwards to check if any doors were unlocked or if her car was there. I finally resorted to calling her cell where she told me she was hitting up a few more stores. It still feels like there’s a presence on that stairwell- like someone’s watching but in a protective way rather than sinisterly.
Woke up one in the middle of the night to a man standing next to the bed staring at my SO. He was slightly translucent and I figured it was just another sleep paralysis episode (had them before so knew the drill), and rolled over and went to go back to sleep. Normally being able to move isn’t part of sleep paralysis, and immediately my heart began to race as I realized I need to roll over and check what I saw. The person was still standing there, staring at my SO, and then he made eye contact with me. Stared at me for a while before turning around and walking to the wall, slowly fading away with each step.
The next morning SO woke up looking like sh*t and said she had the worst night’s sleep because she kept having the feeling that someone was watching her. Glad we no longer live in that house.
When I was 9 or 10, it was a bad year. Well, when things were at their absolute worst, I started having dreams of this blonde lady telling me to hold on. Those things would get better. It was so comforting and peaceful and continued as long as the extreme abuse continued. I didn’t know who she was, I just figured I imagined her. Well, things finally simmer down, and the dreams stop. About a year later, Mom was going through old photo albums, and my blood freezes. I see the blonde woman from my dreams. I ask who she is. Turns out, it was an aunt I had who died shortly before I was born.
Many years ago, my parents had separated and my father was planning on taking a trip across the country to California. He was pretty excited about it.
I talk to him the day before he’s leaving, wish him well and tell him I’ll talk to him after he gets to California.
The day of his trip, he calls me and tells me he decided last minute not to go. Refuses to really get into why. Just says he changed his mind. Seemed really odd for something that he had been planning for a couple of months.
That night I’m sitting at my girlfriend’s house and we were watching the news, and they report that US Air Flight 1493 – the flight my dad was supposed to be on – collided with another aircraft while landing in Los Angeles. About 25% of the people on the flight were killed. Hard to know how my Dad would have made out because it really depended on where you were sitting (front vs. back of the plane).
It was several months before he finally told me that night before he was supposed to leave, he had an extremely vivid dream that he died in a fiery plane crash. So vivid that it scared him out of flying that day.
My dad is a marine corps Vietnam veteran who saw combat. I can only imagine how vivid the dream must have been, to scare him out of getting on that plane that morning.
Early into my now Wife and I’s relationship I had a dream about her in childbirth. Very vivid, and long. Like I spent days in the hospital with her and everything was in a strange twilight. When it came time to deliver things went very wrong and she and the baby ended up passing away.
I woke up quite shaken naturally but brushed it off. I am a nurse and have had to deal with traumatic OB situations before, and I chalked it up to me dealing with that stress through a dream.
Six years later and my wife is pregnant, I have forgotten the dream by now. I get a call late into the 3rd trimester while I am on shift. My wife is going to the ER for a bad BP. I get off my shift and go to meet her.
As soon as I step into the room I remember my dream. It’s the same d*mn room. Which is extra spooky because the hospital we were at wasn’t even built when I had the dream.
This is the year when the lockdown started, and when my wife was admitted they want to wait a week to deliver if possible, she will be kept in a twilight state until that time. So it’s me in this room eerily isolated as the world around us is frozen and my wife is incoherent mere feet away. Lingering for days in this room I brushed off my dream, trying to manage my anxiety and stress.
Come show time my wife gets ready to begin pushing and it’s exactly the same scenario as my dream. Things start going poorly, but the Dr thinks delivery is still possible, but at this point, I finally freak out into full panic and demand a C-section for my wife. The Dr wants to argue but I think my outburst made her step back and reassess the situation and she made the call for an emergency C-section.
Took 10 minutes for me to get taken back and as I’m in the OR I see my baby come out lifeless. They do everything they can and manage to resuscitate her. In the meantime, my wife is doing poorly and they are scrambling to control her bleeding.
I follow the baby out knowing there’s really nothing I can do. Baby gets life-flighted to another hospital, but before we go I see my wife stable and headed to the ICU.
Both my wife and baby are critical but alive.
Today they are both thriving and my baby is 16 months and just a tornado of energy.
I don’t know that they would be alive if not for that dream and it caused me to freak out and demand a change in plan.
The night before Thanksgiving 3 years ago I was across the country at my parents, driving back to theirs with my now-wife from a friend’s house. As we draw near, there is some type of bundle in the middle of the road. I stopped and pulled off to move it, and it turned out to be a barred owl that got clipped by a car. Long story short I spend the rest of that night getting the owl into a puppy cage, gave it some food and water, and the next day dropped it off at a wildlife rescue center.
I got home the next week, all the way across the country (New Jersey to Oregon). I stepped outside and there was a barred owl sitting on my fence watching me. It was gone by the time I got back. But now I know I’m straight with all owls.
When I was going to my family’s home I got in a SUV going down the road. This was in Bangladesh at the time and after taking the SUV the next two hours would be a highway going down a forest. I was sitting shotgun and along the highway, there was an old man walking down the highway. He was hitchhiking and the driver decided to pick him up. He insisted on sitting in my seat and obliged as he was an older man.
About an hour down the drive our car collided with a bus and the shotgun seat was mangled up. We all got out and we looked around but we couldn’t find the old man that insisted on taking my seat anywhere.
Stories like these aren’t rare but I didn’t believe them. We all know the man sat in my seat and we all saw him. But he was nowhere to be found.
One thing that was weird was that he spoke in an oldish Bengali. Like an “old Bengali” that we’d see in poetry from the 1800s. I didn’t see it as peculiar cuz he seemed like an ascetic.
My father died in 2000 in my parent’s house. I was over one night pretty late after my mother had gone to sleep. I swear I could feel my father’s presence, as I was right in the spot where he had died. (They believe he had a heart attack while laying on the couch, tried to get off the couch to call for help but fell on the floor and died, though no one else was home when it happened)
Anyway, I thought to myself, “This is stupid. People don’t leave essences behind, I’m not feeling anything.” So, I say out loud, “If this is really you, Dad, knock a box of cereal off the shelf onto the floor.”
I wanted to pick something I didn’t think could happen by accident. I went into the kitchen and watched the shelf with the cereal on it for a few minutes and nothing happened. Since it was almost midnight, I decided to sleep in my old bedroom.
I woke up the next morning and went downstairs and a box of cereal was laying on the floor. I say to my mother, “Did you knock that cereal onto the floor?” She said no, it was like that when she woke up.
So… what the f*ck, man.
However, my mother had a cat. I’m guessing the cat did it, but I don’t know for sure. If she’d gotten on the shelf, everything would have been knocked around and messy from her. Everything else was in its normal position, just the box of cereal was on the floor.
I mean, regardless, it has to have been the cat, right?
My granddad died when I was 7, but, per his own words, I was his absolute favorite (partially because I am the spitting image of his mother, even into adulthood).
When I was 21, I was set to give birth to my first son. I was about to get into the elevator to L&D when a man came in saying that he was a volunteer and he’d help me and my husband find our way. The elevator was slow, but we spent the time talking about what a blessing children are and how they grow up so fast. Here’s the thing: he looked and sounded exactly like my grandad – same stature, same blue-grey eyes, same faint Scottish-Canadian accent, same khakis, checked shirt, and sky blue cardigan. Even spookier is that the nurses said they don’t have any older male volunteers in that particular building.
I don’t really believe in ghosts but I am absolutely certain Granddad paid me a visit that night.
4 years ago my daughter slept and walked into my room while my wife and I were asleep. She nudged me and said Dad isn’t breathing. I was like Honey I’m fine, I’m right here and I’m ok. She replied that he won’t wake up. Why won’t Dad wake up? I said Honey I’m awake and I’m talking to you. She then turns around and goes back to bed. I look at the clock and it’s 2:11 AM. My wife says what’s that about, I said I don’t know and we go back to sleep.
The next morning we’re all at work just talking and getting ready for the day at 8ish and my boss comes over and informs us that one of our coworkers passed in the night. We’re talking about this and we ask how and when. My boss then tells us he died from a heart attack at around 2 AM. I have to sit down and recollect when my daughter came into our room saying everything she did.
At the time he was remodeling his new home and his wife was staying at her mom’s house. His daughter was staying with him as her school was closer to the new home and he could drop her off before coming to work. My daughter and his daughter became good friends from playing softball together. All I could think of was my daughter was acting out what his daughter was saying and trying to wake him up at that time. My daughter was 5 at the time and his daughter was sleeping in the bed with him due to it being a new house and being a little scary at the time. I still think about that today but my daughter has no recollection of ever coming in the room that night.
My daughter and her remain friends but she no longer plays softball as that was their thing. She seems to be doing better after counseling and being the one that found him that night. My wife and his wife have remained friends too and she still struggles with it. Their son on the other hand has had severe problems and refused counseling. But he is working and got a scholarship to swim in college. On the outside, he seems fine but I know things are still bottled up and hope he does finally seek closure with it.
My buddy and I were playing tennis one night at some courts by my house. Lights usually went out at 11, but for whatever reason that night they went off at a weird time, like 10:43. Whatever, that was weird, we collected our stuff and started walking to my car about 500 feet from the courts. My buddy’s mom pulls up right as we’re getting to my car and goes “Where the heck have you been? I called your cell and some guy was just laughing, it didn’t sound like you”. It was then my buddy realized he didn’t have his phone on him. He told his mom to call his cell again and we could see it light up in the middle of the court we were playing on (by the net, but still definitely in between the single lines, not at all where we kept the rest of our stuff). He goes and gets it and only has the one missed call from his mom, the one she just made. He asked if she called the right number and her call log showed 3 calls to his phone all that night. We can’t explain why the cell was on the court or what happened with the calls or what happened with the lights. It was surreal
I grew up in a very rural area. Mostly crop farms everywhere. About a mile from my parent’s house, there was this old abandoned farmhouse that all the area kids said was haunted. They would sneak into the house after dark, all the typical stupid kid crap, but I believe there are things in this world better left alone and never went.
Years pass, and the house fell into disrepair and was eventually torn down, leaving an old weathered barn. Well, I make a little side of money selling photos of abandoned places, so I wanted to take a picture of the barn. I parked on the road and was walking up the drive, I made it about ten feet before I just could not walk any further. My feet wouldn’t move forward, my adrenaline spiked and I burst into tears. So I turned back and ran to my car. I didn’t feel safe until I got past a nearby creek you have to cross to get there.
I let it go, but a few months later we had to drive past the property after having Christmas dinner with my parents and there was a creature standing in the drive. It reminded me of the Faun from Pan’s Labyrinth, just super tall with a wide head and horns or antlers, but the eyes were more on the side of the head.
Again adrenaline kicked in and I burst into tears, but I was trying to keep it together because I didn’t want to freak out my kids. My husband asked if I was okay, I just said “You saw that, right”
“Yep”
“Was it human”
“Nope”
I refuse to drive that road ever again.
My mom would show me the snow owl, the winter before she passed. She’d say, “Did you see the owl. Come see the owl”. We’re natives, and some natives believe that the owl comes before death.
I was called just before 11:00 am. The police captain called to tell me that they were taking my mom to the hospital. She collapsed on her porch and was in a coma. I called a friend to take me.
We waited, my brothers and sisters and I, and when the doc came in he gave us the news. I listened to the prognosis, which was, if she came out of it, she’d be in a vegetative state. I felt like I just couldn’t take any more, everyone crying, all the chaos, and went downstairs to sit outside, process it all, I guess. Before I did that though, I kissed her on the forehead, and said “It’s okay if you got to go”. My sister heard me, and said “Don’t leave us”.
As I was sitting alone outside the hospital, the parking lot turned into a bright blue, then white, and I saw my mother running down a ramp. I looked to where she was running and saw a bunch of people in an orange aura type of thing. I couldn’t tell who they were, but I knew they were her friends.
She saw me and came running towards me, and said, “Give me a hug. I gotta go, I gotta go”. I gave her a hug and said “I know you do, Ma. I know you do”. She ran towards the group, and then the vision was gone. The parking lot was back to normal.
Right at that point, my friend came down and said “You have to go upstairs, your mom’s taking her last breath!”. I looked at her and said, “My mom’s already gone”.
Maybe my brain just couldn’t take the overload and gave me a vision to handle the stress, I don’t know. I had a habit of checking my watch, and still do, and I noticed the time when I sat down. It was 1:10 when my friend came down, It was 1:20. Time noted on her death certificate was 1:16 pm.
My boyfriend and I went to my city’s newest library. It was absolutely massive. So many books they had to build them specifically to hold all their weight. 6 floors and filled with shelves. We were walking around exploring. I remembered that my grandmother who had been dead for a few years has self-published a book. She only published a few hundred, mostly for family. I mentioned it to my boyfriend and he suggested I look for it. As soon as he mentioned it I turned to my side and it was right there. 1 in a million chance with all the books. I opened it and it was a signed copy. Which she only gave to her family. Shivers down my spine. It was definitely her saying hello.
My brother died in a motorcycle accident and it was a huge tragedy. I went to Texas and my then-wife stayed behind to finish moving our stuff into a new apartment. Everything proceeds in the most dramatic and difficult way possible. My brother was fond of living a very dramatic life, shall we say.
Anyways, I get back home with my wife and she’s acting mean as heck. I didn’t know what was going on and I was looking forward to getting back to work as a traveling technician the next day. Things weren’t good and I had no idea how bad they were going to get.
Anyways, that night I had a dream as vivid as a picture. In the dream, I woke up, and the room was dark, but I could see. The door opened up and in walked my deceased brother, in the very clothes we buried him in. He sits on the bed near my feet and I remember how I felt his weight on the bed, but not his warmth. In the dream, I get confused about it and then remembered he was dead.
He looks at me and says “I am so sorry, little brother, but you will never be here, again.”
At this point, my dog, who had been dead for fifteen years, comes jingling her collar into the room. I ran my hands through the fur on the back of her neck and woke up, then. That morning I could smell my dog all over our apartment.
Come to find out my wife sprang divorce papers on me the next day. I never slept in that apartment again.
I worked in management for a large department store chain. I had an employee who worked in our shoe department who struggled with alcoholism. He lived right around the corner from me and didn’t have a car so I would sometimes give him a ride home if we both worked the same shift. I felt bad for the guy, he was in his 50s but looked like he was in his 80s. He lived alone in a tiny trailer on top of a garage.
One day I’m sitting at home and have this weird feeling about the guy. My mind was telling me I had to go to his trailer. At first, I ignored the feeling, but it lingered so I decided to go check on him.
I get to the trailer and bang on the door. No answer. I keep banging because the windows are open so someone was home. I heard a very faint “help” and immediately call 911. I kicked the door in until I could peek inside. My employee was laying on the floor, unable to move.
When the ambulance arrived the paramedics got inside and started treating him for a possible stroke. He was loaded into the ambulance and hauled away. He lived for a while but eventually passed. His kids and I became close, they were thankful their dad didn’t die alone on the floor of his trailer.
I think about this a lot. What happened here? Why did I get the overwhelming feeling someone needed help? I have no answer.
A couple of years ago I was eating lunch at a bar by myself when the guy at the table over from me turned and told me politely that he needs to tell me something. Curious, I said sure. I’m the youngest of 3 siblings and he started by telling me that I’m the youngest of 4 and that I almost wasn’t born. Instantly I laughed it off and assured him I’m the youngest of 3. He then told me that my 4th sibling isn’t here with us then told me to call my mum because she needs me right now then turned back to his table and left me for my lunch. I finished up and called Mum telling her about the weird guy I met. She then confirmed that before me, she had a miscarriage that she never told us about and after 3 kids, the plan was to get her tubes tied which she did. In the same call, she broke down into tears as a lot of stuff was going on in her personal life and that the call from me was what she really needed at that time. It was such a weird experience.
When I was 7 yrs old my mom sent me to get milk early in the morning. I got the milk n immediately after I get home my stomach starts hurting really bad to the point where I couldn’t stand or lie down. I started crying in pain. My mom also panicked n told me not to go to school that day. I sat on the stairs holding my stomach crying because the pain was unbearable. A few hours pass n the pain doesn’t go away. My mom called my dad n he rushed back from the office. They take me to the children’s hospital n the doctor says everything is normal. Yet here I was unable to eat sleep or move freely because of the pain.
Fast forward to the second day, and the pain doesn’t stop. I haven’t slept the whole night out of pain. It almost felt like I was going to die. My mom out of panic started asking neighbors and all for help. One of the neighbors told her she knew this lady and would take us there. The second day our neighbor took us to see this lady. We get to this dilapidated building n in a tiny room there was this super old lady with white hair, with nothing but bones left in her body. My neighbor tells her that I have been having stomach pain like crazy. The old lady is smoking a cigarette at this point. She tells me to come forward. Grabs some ashes from her cigarette, puts it on my forehead, closes her eyes and is quiet for some time.
Then she asks me, yesterday morning were you eating something and looking at a dead body? I was shocked to hear this because no one knew about this. When I was getting the milk the previous day, I grabbed some chips n was heading home to eat it. On my way back I stopped to check to see a crowd of people standing in one of the neighbors houses like a block away. I squeezed in to see what it was, and a guy had died. I was eating chips while looking at his dead cold body.
The lady said the dead body’s spirit has gotten inside you since you were eating. My mom asked me if that was true and I was like yeah. The lady did something and told the spirit to get out and go away n I instantly felt the pain go away. I still am amazed to this day, thinking about that incident.