Last Thursday I had what I could probably consider to be the most vivid and intense experience that I could only seem to conclude to be paranormal activity. The home my SO and I reside was built by her ancestors in the late 1930's, needless to say, it's an old home with a lot of memories.
I had been sitting in my chair watching a video when between pauses I had noticed what sounded like multiple overlapping conversations,like if one were sitting at a table for a family holiday dinner, but coming from the second floor of the home where there's 2 bedrooms (one of them where I do all mycology and cultivation related tasks) and a small loft/nook area between the rooms. As I was sitting here, trying to make out any distinct words or phrases the voices became louder but no more coherent. At the moment they became louder, the celing began to creak and crack as though a man around my weight and height (5'10" approx 250lbs) was pacing around the loft/nook and then walked from one side of the house opposite of the wall I was seated on the main floor, straight to the wall I was sitting next to, except there is a wall that divides the nook from the bedroom that it seemed to just walk straight through, into my "mush room" and up to the wall I was seated next to. The footsteps stopped right overtop of me. The voices were ever present through the sounds of the foot steps.
I was nearly certain that there was someone, or some group of people that perhaps entered my basement from the outside door and were coming up the basement steps and thought that maybe if they were coming up the basement steps then the old house might settle in different parts of the home? I grabbed a hammer from the closet and opened the door to the basement to realize that I had been stock piling cardboard at the bottom of the stairs and considering the time frame between the steps and me getting up and opening the basement door (about 10~12sec time frame) they would have had to move all the cardboard boxes (it's a big pile) walk up the steps, then walk back down and put all the cardboard back... which I don't really invision an intruder being so polite to do. At this time I am standing in the door way to the basement, bewildered, and the voices quiet/settle down, but they sound like they're coming from above the stair way to the basement, which is the stair way to the second floor. The last two voices were a man's voice saying something I couldn't understand/hear coherently followed by a pause and the soft joyous laughter of a young adult woman.
Then silence. I went outside to see if I could find footprints in the wet grass and there were none.
My SO has told me prior to this experience that she has heard something similar not too long ago while I was at the store. No footsteps but the sound of multiple overlapping and incoherent conversations of multiple individuals of varying ages and genders. As though family were gathered for a Thanksgiving feast, or something of the sort.
If anyone else has any oddly unexplainable and seemingly paranormal experiences or opinions I'd be glad to hear of them!
Edited by Salty117, 19 October 2021 - 08:32 AM.