Paranoia stories — May 2026

First time posting here, but have posted on other sites. This is what happened.

It was my honeymoon and we were staying in a converted barn in Launceston Cornwall England. First night we got there was lovely, but by - i’d say - the third day I started to feel really uncomfortable. Like something was watching me constantly! I actually put it down to the fact the old brick walls of the place had been whitewashed and they looked like bones. It was just around the time The Fred and Rose West story hit the headlines and my husband told me I was being paranoid. I take everything to heart and that case effected me terribly.

Anyway lots of things were weird. I was running a bath sitting on the side of it with me back to the bathroom door and I felt something over my shoulder. A presence so I immediately turned round and it was like something was racing towards me through the open door almost to the point I nearly fell in the tub. I ran downstairs and husband was sat watching tv. Another time was in our bedroom. Over the bottom of the bed hanging from the ceiling was a HUGE iron meat hook. I know right? Lovely decor! It was honestly about the size of an anchor hanging from the wood beams not the ceiling sorry. It bloody swayed a few times no word of a lie!! It began frightening me so much I told hubby we are going to have to sleep on the sofa bed in the lounge as I didn’t like it upstairs at all anymore! Lots and lots more eerie and horrible things happened as the first week of our honeymoon progressed. (We had a fortnight booked) to the point I couldn’t physically stand it there anymore. I started to feel really sick! So we left 5 days early.

Now here is where it gets interesting…

About 3 years later I’m sitting watching a great programme we had on here in UK called Time Team with Tony Robinson from Blackadder. It’s a programme if you don’t know it where Archaeologists do Historical digs to find ancient places of interest.

I kid you not! I was watching it and was half asleep on the sofa and I recognised straight away the field and surroundings where they were digging! Then I found out they were in Launceston trying to unveil a long gone hospital for people with TB. They also said it could have possibly been a mass gravesite for the unfortunate people whom didn’t survive. I remembered the field like the back of my hand because we used to walk up to it and feed the horses. (That’s when I discovered I was allergic to horses and had to go back to our ‘barn’ and wash my face and hands and pretty much everything I was wearing) I ran back on my own that morning as I just wanted to calm down and wash everything!! My anxiety of not being able to breathe took the anxiety away from being there on my own I tell you! Very bad vibes still, including doors slamming! I’m only telling this part of the story as I remember the field so vividly waiting for the horses to come over.

So yep I recognised where Time Team were filming that episode! It was literally on the same land as our honeymoon barn!

To this day at 48 years old (21 at the time) I have NEVER felt such bad energy/vibes in all my life!

Oh apart from when I went to a wedding in Frinton on Sea but I was early pregnancy so blamed it on that!

Sorry for a long post. It was the most sinister place ever though. And I honestly think I found out what was behind all that bad and sad energy thanks to that programme.
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Weird story (15 years ago) and still think about it now. We lived in a normal mid terrace house not far from where we live now and the house always gave me the creeps for some reason, especially the loft. Just looking at the hatch before going to bed every night I hated it but I had to look at it and I even went so far as to tell my partner to bring home a thick heavy padlock, he laughed at me and told me to stop being paranoid.

One random Sunday we was cooking Sunday dinner and there was a knock at the door and this man who I didn’t know was standing there as I looked out the window and I noticed a weird old type estate car blocking our drive. My partner walked through from the kitchen to open the door without even checking who it was and I could hear them chatting away. I looked at the car which had an older woman sitting bolt upright in the front and two children in the back. None of them was moving or talking just looking straight ahead. I went to get up and for some reason my partner let this stranger in and he was explaining how he had previously lived there growing up and wanted to look around much to my horror my partner let him.

He was explaining where his bedroom was so my partner said ‘let’s go up and I’ll show you around’… once upstairs he said where everyone’s bedroom was etc etc then we was about to come back down and he stopped dead under the loft and said ‘have you ever had any trouble with the loft?’ . I went cold and the hairs on my arms stood up! He said when he was little something happened to him and his dad whilst in the loft.. he explained some kind of bright light pulling them out and it had slammed shut, shutting his dad inside it. I couldn’t listen any more as it was freaking me out, and just as quick as he had come in and looked around he left.. I looked out the front and the car was gone, didn’t even see them drive off.

The weirdest thing ever and I still don’t know to this day why I got that feeling with the loft and who the man and his weird family even were! He even said there was gold watches buried in the back garden if we was to dig down deep enough we didn’t stay there much longer to find out!
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Sorry for the read. So last week, I’ve had some incredibly creepy stuff happening in the house I’m living in. I have a lot of creepy things happen in this house. This is the most recent one and I have no explanation for it. My daughter and I live alone. We do not live with a man or anyone else. Rewind to last week on early Wednesday morning like 3ish middle of the night. somthing knocked on my bedroom door like 3 distinct knocks. Woke me out of a dead sleep. Scared the crap out of me. Asked my daughter if she knocked on my door she said no she was asleep. Fast-forward to Wednesday afternoon 4 pm I get home from taking my daughter to daycare. I get into my house and smell a man’s cologne a distinct cologne. I can’t place it. I’ve never smelt it before. It’s very overwhelming and powerful. My doors were locked. There are no men in my house I have no explanation for it. Fast-forward Thursday morning again middle of the night probably 2 ish in the morning. I wake up to my daughter, screaming hysterically and yelling for me. One thing about my daughter she’s not overdramatic at night and hardly calls for me that often so I know something is off. I jump out of bed. I’ve run to her. She’s in the hall bathroom in doorway screaming and yelling. I ask her what is wrong. she’s proceeds to tell me there was a man standing at the end of the hallway, staring at her and she said it over and over again absolutely terrified. I turned all the lights on check the house. Everything is ok and there is no man. Fast-forward it to the morning probably 8ish I go in the kitchen and notice that my kitchen window. The blinds have neen pulled up and the back door curtains were ripped open and the little clip I used to make sure the curtains stay closed was on the floor. What makes this creepy is I’m like Fort Knox at night. I go around closing windows checking doors. I don’t like my windows open at night so that people can see in and I can’t see out. I’ve always been very paranoid so I know I had the blinds closed all the way before bed and the back door curtain Shut completely. Still no explanation then fast-forward to Saturday morning I smell cologne again strong. Still no explanation my daughter thinks the cologne is from the man she saw in the hallway. Totally creeped out by these events. This is just one of many stories from the house I live in.

I’ve been reading everyone’s stories on here and have decided to share mine.

This happened a few years ago and every time I speak about it, I always get chills.

It started out with everytime I would lay in the bed at night to go to sleep I would get this creepy feeling that someone was in the room with me. Staring at me. I was the only one in the house besides my dog, at night. I would always feel almost too scared to move sometimes. But I would fall asleep.

Nothing else would happen.

And then one night, I kept hearing very heavy breathing right beside my ear. It was so loud. I held my breath to see if it was me, and I kept hearing it, my dog was in the living room at the time, so it wasn’t him. But I chalked it up to believe that I was going crazy and I actually wasn’t hearing anything & went to sleep.

That night I had an AWFUL dream. This dream felt so real. In my dream, I woke up out of my bed, walked to the other side of the house to our 2nd bedroom and looked out the window to see my grandparents house - in their window, looking at me, was this sort of demonic creature, staring, and laughing and pointing at me.

I then woke up, I was sweating, I had chills, I couldn’t move (or I was too scared to move), and felt like someone was in the room again with me. And then after about 5 minutes, my sweat went away, chills went away, and I felt fine. I jumped up, put clothes on, and ran out the door and drove to work and slept in my car. (I had to be at work at 5:30AM. I think I arrived at around 4 that morning)

I was reading that if you thought there was a spirit in your house, you could tell them to go away.

So that night, when I went to bed, I said out loud, “whoever is in here with me, go away, you’re not welcome here!” And I swear to y’all, whether it was a spirit or not, it made me feel better & I have never had another encounter or scary feelings or anything else after that.

What do y’all think this was? Sleep paralysis? An actual spirit?

Me just being paranoid because I knew I was there alone at night?

Also - I will add (my mom stayed with me at that time, but she worked 3rd shift, so she would leave at the same time that I would go to sleep.) but anyway, one night me and my dog was in the living room, and my mom was in the bedroom sleeping, the tv wasn’t on or anything, I was just scrolling through my phone. And then all of a sudden me and my dog both heard a woman’s voice that wasn’t my moms, coming from the bedroom. I couldn’t make out what it said, but it was loud.

I slowly crept into the bedroom to check on my mom a few minutes later and she had just woke up and I was telling her what I had heard and she said that she had a dream about an old woman in the bedroom. EW gives me the creeps!!

But anyway, I’m open to any possibilities

Hi everyone! me again! I just thought I'd share some more interesting stories. So, my partner and I used to dog sit for his Nan when she used to play bingo. To say his Nans house was haunted, is an understatement.

For context, my partners aunty held a ouija board session in that house when she was a teenager to contact her Nan who'd just passed, let's just say...it wasn't her Nan, it was evil - whatever it was.

My partner warned me about this house and I thought yeah, right. The first night my partner and I were watching TV and we could hear someone running, yes RUNNING too and from the rooms upstairs. Thinking someone had broken in we checked upstairs, but no one could be found. It carried on like this for MONTHS. Every time, we'd hear footsteps running, not just footsteps - but heavy ones like they were wearing boots. One night, we stupidly decided to contact "it" and try and document it. I used my dad's camera, which was set to record for 2 hours, set up in the spare room where most of the activity would happen. Got home and reviewed the footage, it recorded for two minutes because something had picked it up, turned it towards the ceiling as if to look at the screen to see if it was recording, then faced it towards the floor - and turned it off.

Since then, the activity increased. One night, his nans parrot who is very quiet, just randomly starts screaming, and i mean screaming. So we raced to it, and it looked terrified, kept looking passed us as if something was behind us. Fast forward a week, my partner and I were searching for the WiFi router in the spare room, my partner is at the other side of the room near the wardrobes, a tall step ladder is resting on the wall beside me - next thing I know he's raced to catch it because this big a** step ladder is FLUNG at me.

Fast forward a few more weeks, we're upstairs with the dog who was asleep on the bed in another room with the door open, trying to find something in the spare room and we hear foot steps in the attic, my partner, who is a 6ft big built rugby player, so not the type to be scared easy and is also a skeptic - climbs into the attic with a torch. Next thing I know he comes down white as an absolute ghost, because he shown the torch on "someone" in the attic, who was hunched over and flinched when the torch was shown on them. As he says that a shadow darts into the room that the dog is sound asleep in, the dog shoots up out of a dead sleep barking and growling at the door and the step ladder is FLUNG at me again.

Thankfully, not long after, we didn't have to dog sit anymore. Many family members have awful stories about that house. And I believe, whatever it was hated women, particularly me. Let me know what you think