The Picture Frame Threw Itself Across the Room This wasn’t a gust of wind. It wasn’t vibrations or bad placement. It was real. After high school, my mom, sister, and I moved into this old historical home across from my grandma’s house. Picture an elf-style cottage—cozy, with winding rooms that led in a circle, and a glassed-in sunroom I used for meditation. We were sitting in the living room—my mom in one chair, me in another. There was a built-in wall shelf between us with family photos and glass figurines. One of those frames lifted itself off the shelf. We both watched it rise into the air and then hurl itself to the floor. It shattered. My mom and I looked at each other like, did that really just happen? My sister ran in from the back, asking what the sound was. We weren’t imagining it. We both saw it. The house had other moments like that, but this one was impossible to forget. Have you ever seen something move without being touched? I want to hear your story.
When I was a kid, my sister and I shared a room in our house across from my grandma’s. We had bunk beds—I had the top, she had the bottom. One night, I woke up to the sound of a little girl crying. At first, it was quiet. Then louder. Then I heard footsteps in the dark. They walked around the bed. Toward my sister. Stopped on her side. The room was pitch black. I couldn't see anyone. I froze. I didn’t move, didn’t breathe. I didn’t want it to know I was awake. When the air finally felt clear again, I turned on my nightlight. There was no one there. And my sister never woke up. Just another haunted child story. Have you ever heard something in the dark that no one else did? Tell me below in the comment section