Have you had any paranormal activity situations happen personally to you or someone you know?

Either that apartment was a black hole that ate random things, or there was a trickster spirit who loved to mess with us. Or, something about that apartment made you black out and throw your own stuff out the window at random intervals, never to be seen again.

I contemplated maybe my uncle finding out what happened and buying me a new deck, but then why would he go through the trouble of tossing the new box and putting them back in the broken box? Why not just hand me the new cards instead?

My cousin realized that his fun session of card destroying had ended up with me in tears on the bedroom floor, so he tried gathering them back together to give them to me. The cards, including my new pack of Yellow Submarine cards, had been ripped and torn beyond repair. The box itself was ripped open. Just complete carnage on my favorite pack of cards.

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Maybe, just maybe, there's a little magic in this world after all.

Now, I'm not saying any of the above is definitely paranormal activity nor evidence of. But I have tried, and failed, to find reasonable explanations for any of it.

His mom was long asleep at this point, this was probably 12AM and she goes to bed at 9PM. And I'm pretty sure we would have seen her running around putting up new signs if she got the urge in the middle of the night.

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Six months ago when my husband and I had just moved out of our old apartment, we were staying with his mom as a halfway point before we moved out of state. Three years prior to this, his grandma had died in the room next to the one we were staying in.

One day I walked into my cousins room to get something, and I fell to my knees when I saw what he did with my card collection.

No holes, no rips, no tears. They weren't bent beyond repair like they once were. The box was still destroyed, evidence of that nightmare years ago, but the cards themselves were completely fine!

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I cried. I had so little in life, my mom was constantly moving from family to family because she couldn't get along with anyone long enough for them to let us stay there. She kept spending all our money on MLM scams and couldn't find steady work. We were on food stamps and living in my uncle's basement. My card collection was my one little thing, the one thing that was mine and only mine, and it was sitting in front of me completely destroyed.

This is Florida so the house already looked pretty ready for Summer regardless of extra decor, you get the idea.

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He had taken them all out of their boxes and splayed them all over the room...

Keep in mind, he was a kid. Probably only 6 or 7 when he did this. But it wasn't any less upsetting.

We look at the sign, and we're both accusing one another of doing it when we had our backs turned, but both of us were adamant that we hadn't. We didn't even know where this sign came from, we never saw it before. Usually his mom used the same decor options year after year.

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All the cards looked brand new.

Just, gone.

And he poked massive holes in every single card.

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I ended up buying a new pipe a few days later after accepting the fact that I was just never going to find it, but over the next 3 years I never officially stopped looking for it. I tore that room apart so many times, rearranged everything, moved everything out of the room and back in just to see if there was a spot I missed. I never found it.

That being said, yes, I've had a few situations that I can't help but chock up to some sort of paranormal activity, or at least something otherwise unexplainable.

Never saw that thing again.

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We, jokingly, said it must have been his grandma welcoming us home.

I went around the room and salvaged what I could, most of them ended up getting thrown away, but I kept all the Yellow Submarine cards and put them back in the broken box best I could, because I wanted to remind myself in the future to get another pack. The others were a pain to lose as well, but these were my favorites, I didn't want to throw them away even if they were destroyed.

But when I looked in the broken box, I was in shock once more.

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Well, if it was her, she in fact never did it again. Thankfully. Those door signs are a pain in the ass.

A few years later in the same apartment, I was getting ready to take my dog Domino for a walk. She had one of those little dog poop bag holders on the handle of her leash, and I was in the process of refilling it when it fell off the leash and, I shit you not, it phased through the wall.

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Behind the nightstand, in the nightstand, behind the desk next to the nightstand, I kid you not when I say I tore the entire room apart looking for that thing, multiple times. It was gone.

To me, if you're a skeptic, you should be skeptical of your own skepticism too. There is plenty we don't understand in the world and I don't think anyone should be running around pretending everything is understood and explainable. It's not.

When I was a teenager I had a collection of poker cards. I didn't play many card games aside from solitaire, I just really loved poker cards and all the different designs I had them in

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I cried.

Fast forward through my life, and what remained of my card collection went with me through trial after trial. I slowly began growing it again, adding a deck whenever I traveled somewhere new or just found one with art I liked.

Some years ago I was living in an apartment and was just getting started with smoking marijuana. A friend of mine had given me her pipe, and every day a couple times a day I'd light up and take a nap or draw. I loved it, at first, and was quickly getting addicted to the stuff. I could've quit then as I didn't yet have a dependence, I simply didn't want to.

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They were in a bin with the rest of my cards, and the bin was placed in my cousin's room along with some of our other stuff temporarily.

I saw it hit the wall, and suddenly it was gone.

I assumed, "Oh, it must've fell." Took a look around the bottom of the nightstand, nothing. Looked under the bed, nothing.

Hi everybody! I have been looking at posts on narcs and narc abuse on here and if has really helped me out a lot. I am currently struggling with my situation and need some advice/support. I met a narc last year, everything seemed to good to be true. Love bombing, always texting calling and taking me on dates. Everything changed when someone warned me about him out in public in front of him and who he is. This caused a conflict with us and the love bombing seized. he would tell me that everything is okay and i can come and talk. He would set a time limit on me and kick me out after that. he would then text me like everything was fine and we hung out again and after that he completely ghosted me for one week. He came back and texted me a week later laughing about the ghosting and acting like nothing had happened. he continued to text me ( not like in the beginning) make plans with me, then on the day of the plans he would just ghost me. One day he would act interested the next silence. i contacted him a month later and he acted like nothing happened. He was on a vacation and sent me a picture of another woman ( someone he allegedly met on the trip) to strike a reaction but i never gave him one. After the trip he came to my place and was extremely rude, accusing me of going on dates with a bunch of men. The next day he accused me of being an alcoholic and that he wanted nothing to do with me but said well maybe we can be "friends" then ghosted me i assumed at this point it was over and i would never hear from him again. He contacted me on the holiday a month later acting like everything was great. We ended up hanging out a month or so later and when we hung out it went well, i thought things were going in the right direction. after we hung out.. silence. I would try to text him and if he replied it would be very short then he just stopped replying. He ghosted me for almost three months. I thought he was done this time and of course he popped up again like nothing happened. At this point i was getting sick of if so i questioned him as to why he dissapeared and always does this. Of course he had some sob story about a injury and family member dying of cancer. I felt pity for him and he gave me an apology.. so i took him back stupidly. things seemed to be going smooth for a couple months, of course until his family member died and his injury got better he never contacted me and was distant. Menawhile, i was there for him during the difficult time for him. He lied to me about the funeral and never wanted to chat. I was chasing him and he would always claim nothing was wrong but when i said i thought he used me when he was down he could not handle it and would always tell me he didnt care and to go away. I would get so upset i would try texting him to work it out he would barelt respond and if he did he would not be nice about it. we did hang out a couple times after that, he would ignore me after. One day i was like hey i think you are seeing someone else, and i was like well ixam seeing someone so no problem if you are he said " buy bye good luck with your new guy stop contacting me" i was devastated and tried to get into contact with him for weeks then i just gave up and accepted it was over. He ended up contacting me a month later acting like everything was fine. He wanted to go out and have drinks i told him i would. He and i both seemed to have a great time. He ends up ignoring me again. I kept texting him trying to figure out what was wrong. He kept saying everything was fine and i said ok can we hang out again? He said maybe i was like why? He just kept saying maybe … our last conversation we had… i said what is wrong ? He said nothing is wrong everything is fine. I asked him why he keeps saying maybe. He said " maybe but i dont want to see you right now" i said why? He saix " im just not feeling it, if i wanted to date i would" i said why did you contact me less then a week ago wanting to go out? He said i didnt.. even though he did. So i said should i just move on or what? He said whatever you want to do. So i said that he was really confusing me and asked him if he had anything more to say before i move on? My messages were turning green so i panicked he blocked me and reacted irrationally. I said " omg did you block me? My messages are not going through. Even texted him on my work phone asking what was up. And called him twice ( please dont judge me i know it is pathetic i never was this type of girl before him) so he replied and said " Ok I'll block you now" then immedietly blocked me. He has never blocked me before since I have met him he will just ghost. Is this ths final discard aka " grand finale? Did i just push him too far? this has upset me so much its hard to even function.

This was at the tail end of December, and his mom and grandma had both been big holiday decorators. The entire house would look like Santa's wonderland in Winter, the Easter bunny's wet dream in the springtime, and a thanksgiving fiesta in Fall.

I had this one set that was my favorite, it was a deck of The Beatles Yellow Submarine poker cards with all this really trippy art on the individual cards. I remember purposely keeping them in their wrapper because my mom and I were between houses at the time and living with family and I didn't want to risk somehow losing any cards.

Now, my husband is an atheist, and he's far more of a skeptic than I admittedly am. He gave me a look and said, "I didn't put shit on the door."

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I had other items go missing in that apartment too, nothing too significant but things I figured I'd find when we moved. Well, we moved six months ago, and nothing that went missing ever turned up again.

On our first night there we were having trouble sleeping. I remember we ended up getting up and moving some of our stuff into the room as a result of the sleeplessness, and there was this Merry Christmas sign on our bedroom door that kept whacking against the wood every time we opened it, and it was driving us crazy. We finally took it down and put it in the room his grandma died in, then went about our business and continued moving stuff into the room.

One day, when nobody was home, I took a puff, waited for the embers to go cold, then put the pipe down on my nightstand and took a nap. I woke up probably 30 minutes later to a still empty house, went to grab my pipe for a second go, and it was gone.

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I shook my head in disbelief and immediately went looking for it, thinking it must've bounced off the wall so fast I just thought I saw it phase through. I looked everywhere, in the pantry, in the trash can, around the trash can, near the door, under the cabinets, then expanded my search to other parts of the apartment in case it somehow slid.

I have no idea how or when the cards "healed." They're still with me too. Cards that I recall being destroyed, holes through the characters eyes, rips and tears, the edges bent and scraped from being violently flung around and stomped on, just gone. They're in perfect condition except for the box, which I have since glued back together just so that it functions as a box once more.

One day, many years later, I decided to take a look through my cards, found the busted box of Yellow Submarine cards at the bottom of my collection bin, and grabbed them to inspect the damage once more. I was finally working and had my own money and figured I'd try and buy another pack online to replace them.

As I'm walking back towards the room, I see a brand new sign on the door. It said Aloha! And I turned to my husband behind me and said "why did you put another sign up when we just took the other one down?"

I took the sign off the door again, and put it next to the Merry Christmas sign in the other room. As I did so, just for the hell of it, I said, "Hi, Mary, could you please not do this again? Kinda creeping us out, thanks."

I'm a skeptical skeptic at heart, that is, I'm a skeptic who's open to the idea of paranormal activity being a real phenomenon, but I don't immediately jump to that conclusion when something funky happens. I really hate when so-called "skeptics" will excuse away every part of a paranormal story with "facts and logic" but will sneakily dance around the parts that absolutely cannot be reasonably explained.

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