Blog Post Series: Whispers and Webs Paranormal Series #2: The Picture Frame

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.