some context
sometimes i sleep on the couch downstairs because it gets too hot in my room. the couch isn't flat so sometimes i put a pillow on the right side of my head, so my head doesn't lean over and cause stiff neck. there is a mirror above the couch(some say a mirror is a gateway to the spirit realm). my cat is also next to me on the floor.
while in this position im breathing through my nose and then i hear a clear exhale of breath. i didn't hear it in my left or right ear. i just heard it. but it wasn't like hearing a voice in my head. i heard it outside of my head. i quickly let out my own exhale to see if it was just me breathing hard and it sounded nothing like what i heard
im writing this because it wasn't something that i mistaken for something else. i heard it clear as day and the room was quiet enough that it was undoubtedly not my own noise
i always believed in apparitions and external noises but i never experienced them personally and whenever i come across something "otherworldly" i always triple check to make sure its not just my imagination. there is a lot of unconfirmed stuff that i seen that sometimes could be explained like doors closing on its own or seeing black orbs in my peripheral vision but none of that stood out as much as what i experienced this morning
Deaf guy here. Obviously, I cannot hear but I had experiences with the unexplained. I've seen a few over my lifetime but I had a physical encounter for the first time 2 years ago.
My grandfather passed away from a stroke, and my mother didn't notify me for over a month. We didn't have a close relationship, so she didn't even think to tell me.
One evening, I stood in my bathroom and leaned back against the sink, and scrolled on T_D or whatever I was doing on my phone.
There was a soft tap on the top of my phone. It was strong enough that it bent my wrist down a little. I thought that was odd, but brushed it off almost immediately.
No less than 10 seconds later, the top of my phone got pressed down hard. It nearly flipped out of the palm of my hand before I caught it. That definitely got my attention. "Okay..", I thought to myself, "something needs attention right now.."
I re-activated my Facebook account and the first post on my feed was a status post from my Aunt saying how much she misses her Dad.
As soon as I figured out Grandpa died, I knew right away who tapped on the top part of my phone. My Grandpa in spirit must not have been pleased that I knew nothing about his death for little over a month.