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The original was posted on /r/paranormalencounters by /u/RecognitionNo5443 on 2024-11-03 22:38:13+00:00.

Someone please help, what the hell was this???

I’m not really a believer of the paranormal. I’ve always found it interesting and I’ve always been skeptical, but after last night, I’m not sure what to believe. This story happened on November 3rd, at around 4:30am.

I had just gotten out of a relationship with my Ex. For the sake of keeping her anonymous, we’ll call her V. Now, V and I were in a relationship for a year and a half before we had mutually agreed to end things. Still wanting to be there for each other, we both agreed that we’d still want to be friends.

On November 3rd, we planned on hanging out at the beach. So that’s what we did. We went to the beach and had fun. Freshly broken up, feelings were still there. I would be lying if I said we didn’t kiss or hug or anything like that. After the beach, I had dropped V off at home and I went home myself. We called and texted full of excitement because of our day of being with each other again. Then I tried to be funny and I made a joke about how I should sneak over to V’s later that night and we’d go for a night walk. Stupid teenager things, I know. Anyway, so that’s what I had done. She didn’t fully know I’d show up but she knew I was serious about it. I took an uber around 2:00am and I showed up. I snuck over to her window and woken her up. Confused and tired, V agreed to come on a night walk with me.

We began walking and we talked. Of course there was still some underlying feelings between us because we had started talking about it. As we continued walking, I turned down the street that lead to the park hoping we could just sit and talk. But, V froze. She told me that it was a bad idea to go to the park and that she had weird feelings about it. So we just continued to walk around her neighborhood. V and I got back to her house and by that time we had gotten into an argument. Well, not an argument but more so we were talking about how maybe being friends isn’t healthy for us right now. We stood outside and poured our hearts out, both hurting and in pain. By this time, we had started hearing things. Like footsteps. Ignoring it, we continued to talk. The more and more we started feeling hurt and vulnerable, the more the noises started getting louder. Footsteps, from all directions. Movement seen from the corner of our eyes. Suddenly V stops. She slowly walks to me and whispers, “I think someone is out here with us”. Then we heard something move, like the crunch of a leaf. We jolted and looked, but there was nothing. The next part still freaks me out.

After hearing that sound, we began to hear this noise. Like music. It. Was. Not. Music. Maybe it could’ve been in a different language in a different genre I have never heard of, but this was not music. It sounded like an imitation of it. I turned to V and the look on her face was full of fear. She hugged me and this feeling was nothing like I’ve felt before. Absolute dread, it was sickening to my stomach. As if like her hug made me disgusted and I felt trapped in the hug. V let go and we both knew what to do. She ran back to the side of her house, where her window is and I followed. The “music” got louder. I couldn’t think straight. All I could fell was dread. As the “music” got closer, I told V to get down. This part of the story is where I need answers from.

I pulled out my small pocket knife and I told V to call the police. The “music” was getting louder. It was like it an itch, an urge, something was pulling me to it. Something in my brain was telling me to go to the noise, but I fought it. It was so loud, like it was filling up my brain. And I couldn’t think anymore. The only thing I knew to do was keep V safe. The “music” sounded like it was only a couple yards away from us. “Something” was there. I began to tell V to call the police. She pulled out her phone and froze. I kept repeating myself, but she wouldn’t cooperate. The “music” got closer and I couldn’t hear anything. V began to dial 911 and she stopped. V turned her phone off and put it down. In that moment, I felt like it was over. The noise was getting closer, my brain wouldn’t think, I felt so scared and weak. I knew what needed to happen. If it was going approach us, I knew V was going to be kept safe. This instinctual feeling came out of me. I don’t even know if I was controlling myself. I grabbed V’s hand and I said, “You need to call the police. Now.” And it looked like she had woken up from a trance. V opened her phone and dialed the police. Then it stopped. The noise stopped and the feeling went away.

The rest of the morning was a blur. We tried to describe what happened to the police but of course they didn’t believe us. I called an uber and I helped her back into her window. I went back home and we called. We tried to gather our thoughts and we came up with some explanations. It’s later in the day and I’m still shaken up.

I will be posting this in different subreddits. Someone please help me. I know you guys will have questions and need clarification; I will be here to answer. Just please, I need something.

Edit: Typos.