Today’s stories are mostly about people who have felt the presence of dead loved ones or seen or heard strange things that they can’t explain. No matter if you believe in these experiences or not, they will make you feel uneasy.

My dad once told me that one night he went into the bathroom and grabbed the light switch. He said that the switch felt like it had an old person’s hand on it. For a moment, he took his hand away. When he reached back to feel again, it was gone. When he turned on the light, there was nothing there. This is Traditional_Self_658 on Reddit.

That little boy scared me when I was 2 to 4 years old. I would tell my mom I didn’t want to go upstairs. It turned out that my mom was painting by herself the first night in that house. She heard something and looked down the stairs and saw a little boy move. [DietsAddad] on Reddit

I woke up at age 15 to the sound of loud breathing behind my bed. “Why are my breaths so loud?” I asked myself. Even though I held my breath, I could still hear it. I got scared and ran to my parents’ room. I spent the rest of the night sleeping on their floor. When my dad talked to our neighbor the next day, the neighbor asked him if he heard any strange noises the night before. My neighbor told me that when he went into his bathroom, he heard strange breathing. His wife was asleep, so he thought she was joking with him. We still don’t know what or where the breathing was coming from. From R1ch1ofen5 on Reddit

My grandmother told me about my uncle who had died when I was about 3 years old and showed me pictures of him. I remember clearly seeing him in the corner of my house, staring at me and making a hand motion. He had died four years before I was born. When I told my grandmother about it, she was scared. From Nastiunich on Reddit

There is a big mirror in my living room that shows the passageway doorway. I was between 11 and 12 years old when I looked into it and combed my hair for school. I was about to tie it up when I saw a white person walk by my door. For sure, it was my grandmother. She was just letting us know that she was still there. EmmiDev on Reddit

I stayed up for three days when I was nine years old because my grandmother was over for summer break. She died while she was sleeping, so we called the police and they took her away. That night, I couldn’t sleep. Then I looked at myself in the mirror and saw her instead. From Left-Tutor9890 on Reddit

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