Paranormal Story Archives
April 1999

The Eyes in the Window by Sharon E.
When I was 12 years old, my parents had gone out for the evening. I was accustomed to staying alone and was never afraid. It was in the summertime and our living room windows were up but the Venetian blinds were down. Around midnight I got the most horrible feeling that someone or something was out there. I was absolutely terrified - a totally unusual experience for me. I was afraid to go raise the blinds to close the window. I huddled on the sofa with all the lights on begging out loud for my mother to please come home. I was nearly hysterical. Suddenly my parents came in; my mother was practically breathless, demanding to know if something was wrong. I knew at once I was safe because my parents were home and didn't want to sound like a baby, so I replied, "Nothing is wrong." My dad was angry with my mother because they were in a restaurant having ordered their food and waiting for it to arrive. My mother practically dragged him out of there insisting that something was wrong at home. A few nights later, I went in my bedroom and raised one slat in the blinds at my eye level. I was looking directly into the eyes of someone outside our window. Standing on the ground and me in my house we were eye level. Of course I screamed, and my dad called the police. We learned that there had been several reports of a prowler in the neighborhood. He was finally caught about two weeks later trying to break into a house just down our street. That is the strongest telepathic experience I've ever had.

Dangerous Ouija by Lucia
Anyone thinking about using a Ouija Board should really read the book Ouija: The Most Dangerous Game in Town before attempting its use. Of course, I am speaking only from my own experience, but would never own one again. I am well aware of the need to protect oneself before working with any tool of divination. Yet I also feel that it is not always enough with Ouija, even with the best intentions. Unfortunately, before the knowledge of the negativity a Ouija board may bring, my daughter and her friend (ages 13 at the time) curiously took the board out one afternoon after school. I was in the kitchen and overhearing their laughter, I went to observe what was happening. They were just inquiring about friends, relatives etc., and seemed to be getting this info from a young entity. She called herself KATHERINE. And why I felt her to be a young girl, is the fact that whenever she answered a question she would begin by saying 'CAUSE rather than BECAUSE. In any event, the girls took the board out each day after school for about a week and it seemed to be cute entertainment... until I noticed they were becoming uneasy as the questions were no longer being answered, but rather this young entity's suggestions were being stated, and quite strongly at that. So I sat by and observed what was happening. The entity was trying to entice the girls in mischievous ways. There is no doubt that my daughter has mediumship ability. The planchette was moving at such a rapid pace from letter to letter that it took every second to follow it through in making its statements. It would be impossible for anyone to make this planchette move that quickly to make sentences. No doubt. The board was put away for awhile. A few weeks later, the girls tried it again, and for the first few minutes everything seemed alright. Then the planchette became very erratic and moved all over the board, so the girls asked who it was and the answer was KATHERINE. Much to my dismay, I then realized the harm that can come from Ouija. This entity was very persistent. The board was put away. Then one evening I had a few people for dinner, and the girls came running into the dining room as though they had seen a ghost. They were so frightened it took awhile to get their explanation. They had taken the board out again and after they had put it away, they went into the kitchen and asked a very typical 13-year-old type of question. They said if you are still here in the room with us please give us a sign. Well, I wasn't present in the room, but they swear that a knife flew across the kitchen counter, from one end to the other. That's when they panicked and ran out of the room. So the next day I sat with my daughter and began asking this KATHERINE a few questions. The language and messages addressed to me were horrible. I then began to assume that this entity knew I was an interference and, being protective of my daughter and her friend, did not want me there at all. KATHERINE began to use the repetitive statement DIE DIE DIE (addressed to me) and this just got worse and worse. And that planchette was flying. The board was destroyed. There are probably some people who are very spiritual who can tap into some wonderful insights from the Ouija, but I believe they are far and few.

I Saw My Guardian Angel by Anonymous
When I was eight years old, I saw my guardian angel. I still remember what he looks like and what he said to me. He was a very tall man with red hair and a red beard and mustache. He had what I would say to be wings; they were illuminated (like looking at oil in water). I remember that I was feeling scared when I went to bed. I said my prayers and tried to go to sleep. My bedroom was dark, then suddenly it lit up brighter than day, but it wasn't the kind of light that hurt my eyes. I remember asking who he was. He said, "Do not be afraid, for I will always be with you." By this time I was really freaked out. So he once again said, "Do not be afraid, for I will always be with you." It was just moments later that I felt a real peace. He then proceeded to tell me that I will go through some really hard times in my life, but to always remember that he will be right there helping me through these hard times. That was 16 years ago, and I still remember it like it happened last night. I have been through some real struggles in my life. But the one thing that I know that he was talking about is happening right now. I am a single mom, and my son, who will be three in May, has cerebral palsy with extensive brain damage. Anyone who has - or has had to love and take care of a severely disabled person - knows how hard it is mentally and physically. I thank the Lord everyday for my son. He is my little angel sent from Heaven. I am a born-again Christian and I now know that the Lord sent my guardian angel all those years ago to let me know that he will never abandon me.

Dreams of the Future by D.C.
In several dreams that I have had in the last year, several things have come true. I have started writing down every vision that I can remember after I wake up, and what is ironic is that everything I write down (the time that I dreamed it) becomes true and occurs at exactly the same time after I dreamed it., which is the exact amount of days that I was unconscious in an emergency room. It is ironic, and my wife and friends have become amazed at the details.

Family Secrets by Carol W.
About eight years ago, I was involved in a writing group. One of the assignments was to look into the past and find out something about our ancestors. I chose to work on a family secret. In 1924, my grandfather murdered my grandmother and then killed himself. I wrote to the library in the town where this happened and got the newspaper articles. I also talked to my aunt about what she remembered. My father was no help, as he refuses to discuss it. My dad was nine, my aunt was eight, and my uncle was two. Both of the older children were kept in an orphanage until they were 18. I found out that my grandparents were getting a divorce. My grandfather was a drug addict (cocaine) and alcoholic. My grandmother, a first-generation German Catholic, was having none of that. My grandfather went away to WWI with his half brother and got gassed. He was never the same after that. I also found out that my grandfather's half brother moved to Montana. Three years before my grandfather died, his half brother killed a prostitute he was living with and then killed himself. Is this a family pattern? Lots of violence around the old homestead. I found out much more, but you want to know the paranormal stuff. I presented my paper to the class, and it was very cathartic for me. I felt such a release. Two nights later, I woke up (it was about 3 a.m.) and felt a presence in my room over in the corner. It was sad, but it didn't want me to feel sad. This presence was my grandfather and he said to me (mind to mind) that he was so sorry for what he had done. If he would have known how his actions it would have affected so many people in so many ways, he never, ever would have done it. He told me that he could go now and that he was finally free and he thanked me for caring enough to find out the truth. I told him I loved him and that maybe I would see him sometime. And then he was gone. It gives me goose bumps even now. The truth really can set you free

Visions of the Future by Wayne D.
On March 20, 1991, I was involved in a motorcycle accident in Vancouver, B.C. I am a professional rider of on- and off-road motorcycles, and I have had my share of spills and broken bones. On this particular ride, I really didn't want to go, but was persuaded by my friend after a few hours. Halfway through the ride, we came across two other riders. While trying to get around a vehicle turning left, all four motorcycles had to go around on the right. There are three lanes in either direction, one of them is a parking lane next to the curb. After the first two bikes went, I proceeded to go, and a car pulled out without signaling and wiped me out over the hood. I was ejected over the vehicle onto the roadway head first. The next thing I knew, I was standing and trying to pick up my bike to ride away. Several people were trying to convince me I was just in a major accident, and it wasn't until the ambulance arrived that I did start to believe it as well. Once in the ambulance, my fear became a reality when I saw my life flash before my eyes. I came to the conclusion that I was dying. I witnessed things I had totally forgotten - all the smells and all the pain, and all the sights and feel of those lost years. Then I was in the ambulance again. My vision of the past had caught up with the present moment that I was in. This is where it gets strange. I was preparing myself to die - not that I was giving up, just that I'd have to say that almost everyone in the western world believes that when you see your life flash before your eyes that you are about to die. The picture faded, and I could hear the paramedics saying they were losing me. Then I saw the inside of the hospital, and the doctors and nurses, and the paddles for the shock to start my heart (which was not used because I woke up), and the man who set my broken arms. Then I saw the next day, and the day after that, and week after then, a month later, then twelve months later. It got faster and faster, showing me everyday, in full detail of color sight and sound. Years went by, then decades - six in total. Then I saw myself as an old man at the age of 93-4 resting in a rocking chair, and looking over at my future wife (whom I am dearly looking forward to meeting; I will know it is her when it happens). She is smiling at me, and we look over the beautiful view of the countryside and mountain ranges. I looked at my hands in wonder and marveled in what had just happened, because the old man of my future knew I was coming for a visit. All of a sudden, I passed away, and everything went black. The next thing I realize is that I am lying on a table in the hospital, and the doctors and nurses are about to shock my heart, because it had stopped. Then the feeling of deja-vu went on for days, months, years, and to this day, I can't explain it. And believe me, no one else likes to hear it. I have scared away many friends, and have had family members turn against me. So I have had to learn to suppress this gift if I ever wanted to have any friends, but now I want to learn to retrieve this information. I guess no one likes to hear that the path of life is almost set is stone, but not quite because I have been able to change the course of the future, but it still comes back to the original path after the change takes place. I believe that there is a reason, and that I will find someone to help me. It has already happened.

The Silver Surfer by Lucia
While sitting in the dining room one evening with two friends, I  saw what I thought to be a flash of lightning coming from the fireplace area in the living room. But it was not lightning. It couldn't be as it was a clear, starry night on a fall evening. The light, which was so white it was silvery, became very visible and rolled along the living room ceiling (like a wave) very slowly then into the dining room where we were sitting (still just below the ceiling). The chandelier was lit over the table and as this energy of some type passed over the lit chandelier, the lights never dimmed at all. To this day, we refer to this incident as "the Silver Surfer" as we have no idea what it was, other than it was like watching a beautiful silvery/while wave roll across both ceilings and then disappear.

Grandmother's  Angels by Miya D.
Just recently, my grandmother has been telling the ones closest to her that she has "angels" visiting her. These visits started about five years ago when she awoke one night walking to the bathroom. Completely disoriented and in the wrong room, she saw dim lights appear on each side of her, and a woman's voice saying, "What do you need?" My grandmother exclaimed, "I need to go to the bathroom!" and the dim lights (angels) lead her to the bathroom and were gone. Two years later, my grandfather died.  My grandmother was so distraught, lonely, and utterly sad that we really worried about the depression that was settling in. So my father and I took her to the doctor and he prescribed an anti-depressant. The last year, 1998, my 86-year-old grandmother had a complete knee replacement. In my 22 years of knowing her, I've never seen her more alive and agile. She is not taking any medications at all. However, now is when these stories of "angels" are really happening  - every night, to be exact. They help her to the bathroom and sit around in her living room and whisper to each other, but they never ever talk to her. She tells me that she gets so disgusted that they don't talk to her... and she scolds them and tells them to leave, and sometimes they do. But they are always back the next day, just hanging out with my grandmother. She is not scared of them, just annoyed, she says. Here's the kicker: Most of her stories involve a little girl about the age of four or five years old. And the little girl one day exclaimed, "Cookie!" when she saw my grandmother's famous cookie jar. That's the only time that my grandmother has made out any words of these "angels." I called a psychic woman who is well known for her clairvoyance and does not ask for any money at all. The minute the psychic woman answered the phone, she told me not to be scared, but to believe what my grandmother is telling the truth. The woman went on to tell me that there was a little girl who died in my grandmother's house many years ago and who loves my grandmother's cookies. I did not tell her anything about my grandmother or myself or any of the events going on... she just knew.

A Family with Unusual Gifts by Cyrenna V.
I have been "experiencing" OOB (out-of-body experiences) since I was very young. I am able to see others' auras and communicate with my children non-verbally (mostly spiritually). I also feel others' duress up to ten states away. I can see my spirit - a white apparition. I am extremely intuitive of others, and very sensitive to my own intuition. I have a sister that is capable of seeing the opposite, she senses death amongst others. She, on several occasions, has seen things that I can feel. I believe we are gifted. I have begun to encourage my daughters' use of these skills. I am aware that they also have the ability. My oldest recently experienced a "dream" that frightened her. It happened to be on June 16 at 4 a.m. My father, who had died on Nov. 29, 1979, came to see me, I believe to relay a message to my aunts and uncles (his siblings) at a family reunion scheduled for July 4th weekend (1998). While I was calm and recognized him spiritually, she was fearful of a person she did not know (he died before she was born). I was virtually unaware of her experience until two days later when my husband remembered her telling him about it.

Phantom Phone Calls and Footsteps by Lisa H.
I will never forget the strange things that happened to me in the house I grew up in when I was 15 and 16 years old. I lived with my parents, one sister, four dogs, and two cats. Whenever I was home alone, the phone would ring. I would answer it only to hear nothing. It was very quiet like a vacuum of sound. I would say "hello" a couple of times, but would hear no answer, breathing, or laughing. After about 30 seconds, I would hear faint violin music in the background, very old-fashioned sounding for a few seconds and then the dial tone. Sometimes this would happen in the middle of the night. I told my family about the calls and was told to hang up and forget about it. The second thing that began happening to me I will try to described as best I can. When I would be home alone, I often would finish homework or cleanup the kitchen while playing the stereo. My dad was very accommodating when it came to my sister's and my need to hear Aerosmith, The Who, KISS, and several others loudly by installing speakers not only in the living room, but also in the kitchen. Anyway, there I was one night scrubbing pans and listening to Rodger Daltry and I heard someone running across the floor upstairs, which was my sister's room. Immediately, I turned off the water and stealthily ran to the living room to shut off the stereo and listen. I heard no more sounds. I concluded that I was "hearing things" and went back to my dishes and music. After about ten minutes it happened again. This time, after shutting off the water and the stereo, I grabbed the largest knife I could find in the kitchen and prayed and began ascending the stairs to find out what the noise was. After making it to the top with my heart in my mouth, I went into my sister's room and starting turning on lamps. I gratefully saw no one, but I knew I had to look further. I checked her closet (not easy!), then my room, closet, guest room, and storage closet. My search turned up no one. This event happened to me about six more times over the next year. Each time was the same. The last item to describe happened when I was not alone. My girlfriend, Sarah, was sitting in my kitchen after school at about 3:15 p.m. After chatting for a few minutes, we heard a tremendous crash coming from my sister's room. It seemed to make the ceiling vibrate with the impact and it sounded like muffled glass breaking. I said, "Did you hear that?" She said "Yes!" "Thank God," I said. I had been through this before, but Sarah insisted we both venture up the stairs armed with the turkey carving knife and the largest Ginsu knife I could find. We found nothing amiss in my sister's room except for an old suitcase of my deceased grandfather's lying on it's side in her closet. It was locked, but it seemed to be empty. It was leather, old and weighed about 2 pounds. We placed it upright and went downstairs. In about fifteen minutes, the crash was heard again. Again, we ventured upstairs to find the suitcase lying on its side. The suitcase had fallen, but there was no way it could have made such a crash as we heard which sounded like a large television being dropped on the floor. In about ten minutes it happed again. The suitcase was lying on its side (we had placed it upright again). We decided to leave it lying on its side and went downstairs. We left the house for about 20 minutes to go out and did not hear it again.

Grandpa's  Weird Powers by Carolyn L.
My mother's family has a long history of experiencing unusual phenomena. My mom told this story to me: Every watch that my grandfather put on stopped. He would touch someone and there would be a static discharge. At his funeral, a black moth with a white cross landed on his casket. No amount of shooing would remove it. While the casket was being lowered at the end of the funeral, the moth fell off dead. At my great-grandfather's funeral, which I attended, a black cat shot into his house right before the funeral. An hour was spent searching his small house which has no attic or basement. No windows or other doors were open. No trace of the cat was ever found. My great-aunt lived at the base of a mountain. A huge boulder sits halfway up it. One day, she was standing at the sink and could see out the window. She boulder came down the hill towards the kitchen, jumped her fence, and rolled around the house and came to rest in the front lawn. It is still there. I see beloved relatives and pets after they are gone. They are always filled with the light of God and peace surrounds me. If I do see them, they are dressed in a white that is so pure there are no earthly words for it. They do not speak, but somehow use telepathy.

The Phantom Fire by Doug D.
I heard this story from a woman who, at the time, was the member of a professional jazz band. The woman and the other musicians in her band were on their way to a gig in Kansas, driving out of Denver via Interstate 70. It was winter and, having left the city late, they were out in the darkness of the plains without any other cars in sight. Off in the darkness, they saw a raging fire with flames shooting high into the night sky. They decided to investigate. The fire was a mile or so off the interstate. When they finally arrived, they saw that a farmhouse was completely engulfed in flames. There was no one around and not another house for miles in either direction. Finally, the group decided that there was nothing more they could do. If anyone had been in the house, it was too late to help. Still, as they drove away, they were perplexed that no emergency vehicles or any other cars from the interstate had come to investigate. For some reason, the group did not report the fire. After playing in Kansas, the band was returning to Denver and decided to check out the site of the fire. They drove to the spot, stunned at what they found. Rather than the remains of an incinerated home, they found a old concrete foundation, overgrown by weeds and vines. The only trace of a fire were a few spots of ancient soot on the concrete.

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