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Angel for a Marine by Bob H.
At one point in my Marine Corps career, I was stationed in London, England. I worked at the NAVACTS building at Grovesnor Square. The American Embassy was right across the street. On my days off, I would often spend time in Hyde Park, which wasn't too far from my quarters. On one particular mild night, I was sitting on a bench and just relaxing. After about five minutes, an elderly gentleman of around 70, dressed in a long green overcoat, asked if I would mind if he sat down for a minute or two. I told him no. He was a rather pleasant person and I didn't see any harm in it. I noticed that he also had around his neck a gray scarf. He had long gray hair that came down to his shoulders. He was slight of build and he wore no shoes. I thought he was just some old drunk that came to sit awhile. After about 10 minutes, he just started talking about nothing in particular. As he talked though, I found myself really listening to him. He talked about his family that he once had, the small son he had to leave, all the people that he knew and the places that he used to visit. His voice was rather deep, yet calming. It sounded very familiar to me, like I'd heard him talk before somewhere. Then he became very quiet. He turned to me and asked me if I had any change to spare. He needed it because he said he had a long journey ahead and didn't want to go there empty-handed. I told him yes, I would be glad to give him what I had and that I would like to buy him a good pair of shoes for his trip. As I reached into my pocket, he put his hand on my arm. I turned my head to look at him. He had the warmest smile on his face, and I could tell he was crying. I turned my face away from him because I was starting to cry too. I was becoming really emotional over this and I didn't know why. His hand was still on my arm. My face still turned away from him. He said, "There is no need to do this for me, Bobby. Your kindness is enough. We will meet again." With that I turned around and he was gone. Now I never told this old man my first name. Never. In fact, I never told him my name - period. The really weird thing is that, as a child growing up in Richmond, Va., everyone used to call me "Bobby." Especially my father. (He died when I was six and a half.) Two and a half years later, I was stationed at Camp Lejeune in Jacksonville, N.C., B Company, 1st. Bat. 6th Marines. At one point, we were involved in one of the many so-called "war problems" that all Marines have to go through at one time or another. On this one particular week, we were in the Croatan National Forest. I was shaving one day. I had this small picture of Mary Ann Mobley (a former Miss America) always with me. Anyway, I would tack her picture up on this tree, next to my little metal mirror and "talk" with her. I'm just talking away and the picture falls down. There was no wind that day. None whatsoever. I tacked it back up again. Again it fell down. I knelt down to pick it up and was about to stand up when I felt someone touch my arm and say, "Bobby." Still kneeling, I turned my head and just froze in position. At the very second, right after I heard that voice, a bullet hit that mirror dead center. One of the Marines had accidentally discharged a live round from his M1. Needless to say, he caught hell for that. I started shaking like a leaf. I went back to my tent, sat down and wondered what had just really happened. Then I realized that the voice I had heard in London on that bench was the same one that saved my life, just a short while ago. To this day, I honestly and truly believe that the old man I sat on that bench in London with was my father, and the voice I heard in that forest was his... and this was and (has been) his way of protecting me. My guardian angel, if you will.

Out of Body Church Experience by Anonymous
In the spring in the ‘80s, I had the most gigantic crush, (at 24, for heaven's sake!) on a deacon in our Catholic church. He knew about it and we were good friends. He was still in the seminary and I lived in town not too far away. He had to give his first sermon one evening, and I knew he was very anxious about this. About 25 minutes before the mass was to start, I started getting butterflies, but I had forgotten this was the day until I thought about it. Was I picking up on his feelings? I started to say the rosary for him for moral support. At about 10 minutes before 5, I was so into the meditation that I could "see" that something mechanical was going wrong. I could see the room he was in and people passing by the doorway. (I had been in this room before, so I did know what it looked like; I can't claim anything fancy here.) But I started looking around. There were white or light yellow flowers on the altar. I knew that something was wrong in something mechanical. I saw him start speaking at about 5:20 and he finished up at about 5:35. Then my butterflies stopped as soon as they had started. I spoke to him about this the next time I saw him. I wish I could have had a picture of his face! He then explained what I had seen and felt. The slide projector that he had intended to use messed up at about 4:50, but he fixed it soon enough. Then he had started his talk at about 5:20. But what really floored him was when I told him that there had been white or light yellow flowers on the altar, and he said that there had been cream-colored mums right where I said they would be.

The Death Card by Steve W.
I met my close friend Erich while serving in the United States Air Force. He told me many stories about when he was young, and was gifted in telling fortunes using Tarot cards. He told me his first odd experience was as a young boy camping near Mt Shasta in California. As many know, Mt Shasta has a history of odd activity. He and his cousin awoke late at night to see a UFO rising above the treetops and shooting off into the sky. He later remembers being deathly afraid of going into his room for fear of what he called "Mr. Magoo." Years later when Whitley Streiber's, Communion came out, he was shocked into a complete recall of this experience when he saw the cover of the book on the shelf in a store. He had come face-to-face with "Mr. Magoo" again! His other experiences have usually been related to the death of family members. He told me that he had been on the phone with his father one afternoon (while his father was in the hospital) when he had a coughing fit and had to get off. Erich felt like was something terrible was about to happen and knew that his father would be gone very soon. Minutes later, he got the call. He went immediately to get his Tarot cards to perform a reading after he got the news. When he opened the wooden box, there was one card mysteriously turned face up - the Death card.

Weird Creature by Starrwalk4
I saw this creature walking across my yard about 1-1/2 years ago. It was gray and it was walking upright with its front legs or arms bent in front of it with the paws (hoofs) hanging down. I can't really remember what the face looked like. Sort of like a horse or goat. It had gold or yellow lines or design around its eyes. I think it had small ears. It was about 6-1/2 feet tall. Maybe taller. It looked straight at me. I was sitting on the front porch on the swing with my granddaughter. It came from behind one tree and walked behind another.

Has Seen Many Ghosts by Evie S.
When I was five years old, I had a doll that was haunted, or maybe you might call it possessed. I kept the thing in the bathroom because I was scared of it. Ever since I got it, there was something strange about that doll. It was one of those dolls that was three feet tall and you could hold its arm and walk with it. Anyway, I kept it in the bathroom because it would talk to me. Maybe I was imagining it? No way! Twice it sat up and talked to me. I was petrified. No, I cannot remember what it said, but remember I was five years old and too scared to even pay attention. And the house I lived in until I was nine was haunted. My father would see a ghost of a nurse come in the front door pushing a wheelchair with a woman and a baby in it. She would lay the woman down on the couch and take the baby and rock her or him in the rocking chair... then disappear. Trippy, huh? At night we would hear the front and back doors opening and closing. The strangest thing is, all my life I have been seeing ghosts and can feel their presence in houses. I once saw a ghost sit down in my husband! When it happened, he let out a sigh. I asked him about it and he didn't even know. When I worked at Target, my friend Philena and I were walking through domestics and felt a presence. The hair on our bodies was standing up straight. We turned to look to see who was following us and we saw a black apparition. Boy, let me tell you, we got goose bumps and the whole nine yards! We saw it many times after that, as did many people. Come to find out, the Target was built on an old homestead and the toy section and the domestic areas were over the family graveyard.

The Bloody Dream by Glen T.
I had a dream that a friend of mine was walking down the road covered in blood. He was walking toward me and saying, "She's dead," referring to his girlfriend. And I see her laying in the median. She had been hit by a pickup truck and killed. This bothered me to the point that I made a phone call to mutual friend and he told me that she was fine, but that night she had broken her leg leaving the house, so I was not to worry. Eight weeks later, she was buried in her cast. She and her boyfriend had been hit head-on by a drunk driver. She was ejected from the car and her boyfriend tried to give her CPR, but black stuff was coming out of her mouth and he couldn't help her. He walked toward the ambulance telling them she was dead.

It Tried to Enter My Body by Rookie
A few days ago, I decided I would try automatic writing. I had been reading about it and found it fascinating. I was drawn to it as my way of communicating with spirits. I sat down at my computer, opened up Microsoft Works, and wrote, "Hello. My name is Lindsay. What is yours?" Then I centered myself and called to my spirit guide. I then closed my eyes and put my fingers on the keyboard. I started getting a cold sensation all over my body, like the door was open. Then my feet started getting a sensation like there were ants crawling all over me, and it continued up to my head. After that, it felt like someone was climbing on top of me and climbing onto my legs and crawling up on my chest. At this point, I got really freaked out because no one was home, so I opened my eyes and shook all over. It really felt like someone was trying to crawl into my body and type through my fingers! Even though I found it freaky and it creeped me out, I hope to try it again and get some results.

A Spook Feeds the Dog by Susan
My husband and I occupy a home with my 76-year-old mother. I have lived there for much of my 34 years. We experience a great deal of paranormal activity within our home, although my mother and I seem to be the only humans to experience it. Once, as I was standing in the kitchen while my mother sat in her usual chair at the table, our oldest dog, Sparky, came running in (something he normally does not do) and came to a sliding stop in the middle of the room. Promptly, a dog treat, stored behind the microwave, popped out and Sparky took it and ran. I was about five to six feet from the treats, and my mother two feet from me in the opposite direction. We have had other incidents, such as missing socks from the laundry that we later find hanging on nails above doors. My mother and I both see the shadows move in our house. She also sees lights. We have experienced nothing malevolent, although sometimes I have impressions of such an entity.

The Ghost Thief by Deb T.
We moved into our house in 1992. I never felt anything out of the ordinary, and I still don't. But... there is "something" that lives here with my family and me. When things come up missing, in certain rooms, all I do is walk into another room, sit down and calmly say, "Please put it back (whatever I am looking for) where it belongs," and sure enough, I'll go back into the room I was hunting in and there it will be, in plain sight! For example, one day, when my children and I were ready to walk out the door to go to school, my daughter dropped her key chain that had a toy hanging from it. Needless to say, when she bent over to pick it up, it was gone! We all got on our hands and knees looking for it. It had literally vanished! My daughter was very upset (she was only six at the time). After I got home from taking them to school, I picked up the rugs, swept the floor (it was in the kitchen where she had dropped it), moved the fridge out, etc. I finally walked into the front room, sat down and said, "You have made a little girl very unhappy. Please give back her key chain." I got up and walked back into the kitchen and laying on one of the rugs, that I had picked up and relaid, was her key chain! All I could do was say, "Thank you!" Things like this happen about six or seven times a year, depending on how "playful" it wants to be.

Ball Lightning Stories by R.C. V.
In reference to the New Zealand scientist's inability to explain, control or create ball lightning, they are quite a bit behind the times. I do lot of video taping from the cable, mostly from the Discovery Channel or A&E, and mostly science and paranormal. Not long ago, I taped a segment on Japanese or Chinese scientists who were able to not only create, but control ball lightning in the laboratory. They had a complex setup where they had a cage and a magnetic field in which they created a luminous ball and maneuvered it up and down. The most sensational thing they did was they inserted a ceramic disk in the center of the cage and attempted to move the ball toward the ceramic disk. (The disk appeared to be about three to four inches in diameter and a half an inch or better thick.) Well surprise, surprise! The ball went completely through the disk as if it was not there with no damage to the disk. Also, once when I was a child, I was sitting on a porch during the beginning of a thunderstorm, when across the street a woman was walking along the sidewalk. A fiery ball appeared in the air about 30 feet above her head and slowly descended as if floating in slow motion to the ground. When it touched the sidewalk, it caused a miniature explosion and was gone in a puff of smoke. It landed not 10 feet from the woman and she screamed in fear but was not hurt.

Voices in the Dark by E. Burton
After a year of tiring search, my husband and I bought a house. It was 50 years old then and had had only one previous owner. Against my better judgment (though I was happy about it later), we moved our bedroom upstairs and gave our infant son the master bedroom downstairs. Almost every night for about the first year and a half, just as I was drifting off to sleep, I would hear these voices. They sounded like male voices, as if in a conference hall or something - so many of them that you couldn't make out what they were saying. I never said anything. I thought my husband would think I was nuts - make a joke out of it or something. The last night it happened, we were lying there trying to sleep. My eyes were open in the dark and I was trying to make out what they were discussing, as usual, when out of the darkness comes my husband's voice. He was very hesitant. He sounded uncertain, but he asked, "Do you... do you hear voices?" As soon as the words reached my ears, the voices halted, like they were waiting for my answer. It was too weird. I felt so vindicated, triumphant even, but all I said was a very resounding, "Yes!" and then he said nothing more. I said nothing more. The voices did not continue that night, or any night since, so far as I am aware.

The Boy in the Ceiling by Terese T.
I have a story about my little cousin. When she was little, they lived in the house that is now next door to them. This takes place in Harvey, Louisiana. She used to lie on the floor in the hall and talk to the ceiling. She said there was a little boy who said he was lonely. She threw the ball at the ceiling and say, "Why can't you catch the ball?" Another day, her mom was folding clothes in the den and heard a laugh and felt a breeze, like someone was running. She told my cousin to stop running in the house, but she was actually sitting in the front room watching "Casper."

The Lecherous Old Ghost by Meagan D.
This hasn't happened to me in about three years, but it started when I was in high school. The first time I felt the "presence" was when I was babysitting. It was still light outside and the baby was downstairs taking a nap. I laid down on the couch which was against the wall. I woke up when I felt the presence of two men who had entered the house. The feeling I got was that they were going to harm the baby. I couldn't open my eyes, but I was awake. One of the two men moved behind the couch, which I knew was impossible because the couch was against the wall. I heard a buzzing in my ears and felt a stream of air go all over my head. I was completely freaked out. The buzzing stopped, the air stream stopped and I could open my eyes. I went to go check on the baby and everything was fine. I thought the house was haunted. Then it happened to me at my house. Same sensations, different scenario. It started happening so much throughout high school that I could dare it to come on and make it stop. It didn't happen to me again until about 12 years later. I was living in an apartment in a completely different city and state. I was in bed and I felt the "feeling" coming on. I couldn't believe it. It hadn't happened in so long. This time was a little different. I didn't get the buzzing in the ears or the air stream, but I heard the crunching of the carpet - footsteps coming into my room, toward my bed. I felt the depression of the bed as if someone had sat down. I couldn't open my eyes. I was screaming in my head for this "thing" to leave me alone. It went away. It happened again a couple of months later. This time the steps went to the other side of the bed, sat down and my bed began to undulate. I was trying as hard as I could to open my eyes. I got them open enough to see my closet, which was open. I could see the outlines of my clothes. Again, I was screaming in my head for this to stop. When it did, I could open my eyes, and to convince myself that I wasn't dreaming, I looked at my closet. The clothes were exactly how I'd seen them. I was so scared that I confided in a friend about all of this. She put me in touch with a psychic and I asked this woman what the presence was. She couldn't tell me. She said it may be someone from a past life who's been looking for me. She said the next time it happened to ask what it wanted. Yeah, right! So to make this long story longer... it happened one more time. I had moved to a house in the same city. I had a boyfriend at the time, but he wasn't with me that night. This time I was lying in bed and I felt someone rubbing my thigh. It felt really good, and for a second I thought it was my boyfriend. When I realized that my boyfriend wasn't there, I panicked and tried to open my eyes while I was screaming in my head. I could open my eyes enough to see a menacing, emaciated, old, bald, snickering man. He was just smiling at me as if to say, "You can't do anything about it." I did not take the psychic's advice to ask what it wanted. I was too scared. That was the last time it happened. That was about 2-1/2 years ago.

Strange Balls of Light by George
On page 2 of the galleries, there is a picture of what seems to be darkness with tiny colorful bubbles on it. Beside it, it says, "What are these things?" I'm 16 years old now, but when I was very young I recall being at a friend's great grandmother's house, and up in the sky I saw something exactly like that. It was late at night, and they looked almost like small balls of colorful lights, and they'd move quickly and then stop. They acted almost like a swarm of colorful fireflies that were up in the sky and that stopped on a dime periodically. I asked my father what they were and I recall him saying they were meteorites. But I was like, "No, not the shooting stars, dad. The colorful ones. But he didn't really say anything about them. I don't think he saw them. They looked very much like the things in the photo, however.

Haunted House Sitting by Rick J.
About three and a half years ago, I "house sat" for my parents, as they were away on vacation in South America. For two weeks I stayed alone in their two-story colonial by myself, working as a computer programmer. Some nights I would log in to the computer at work from home. One night at approximately 10 p.m., I was ready to log off when the lights in my room went out. Everything else stayed on - the radio, the computer, the fan. As I stood up to check the light switch, a queasy feeling came over me. I realized that, at best, there was something wrong with the ceiling lamp circuitry in the room. At worst, the light switch had switched itself from on to off with no human intervention. When I walked over to the switch, I saw that it had turned itself off. The feeling that came over me was one of terror. I had had nightmares over the years of such things happening, but I had never imagined that such a thing could really occur to me. I went to bed with the bedroom door locked for several nights and prayed that the lights wouldn't go on by themselves in the middle of my sleep. Upon returning from vacation a week later, my father said it was my grandfather who turned off the lights just to get my attention. My grandfather had died some three years earlier in the backyard. He had lived in the house with my parents for the last nine years of his life before dying of a heart attack. I tried several hundred times to put the light switch in my room at such a position that the lights would be on but the switch would fall to the off position by itself. I couldn't get it just right. After several hours I gave up.

Mind-Melding with God? by Lennie P.
When I was in my 30s, I had a death experience. Having suffered an asthmatic attack while I was having a brain scan done and being allergic to iodine dye, I stopped breathing and I believe I died or was in the process of dying. I remember my consciousness rising out of my body and I was looking down at the medical people around my physical body. Around that time, I was having mystical dreams. I experienced (between sleeping and awakening) angel voices mockingly repeating a mantra I had used while running ("God I love you... God I love you... I love you alone.") and the appearance of three interlocking circles palpitating in midair. When I awoke, I was emanating with energy and felt physically, emotionally and mentally transformed. I literally felt like I was some kind of an angelic being. It lasted a few days, but faded away eventually. That was the beginning of a lot of automatic writing or spirit-inspired, healing poetry and more mystical or psychic dreams. I guess my whole life, public as well as private, has changed completely since then. And this is from a person who before this phenomenon, couldn't even remember her dreams.

Non-Corporeal Life Forms by ralee.1
Three months ago, I started noticing strange contacts of a bodily nature - my foot being kicked under the dining room table with no one in the vicinity. About a month ago, on going to bed and shortly after the lights were turned off, I could feel a pressure on the cover above my feet, and movement. Quickly turning on the lights would reveal nothing. Thinking we might have had a rodent problem, I searched the room and could come up with nothing. I have no phobias of any kind, but the thought of something walking on my bed began to unnerve me. About four days ago, I was reading a book in my bedroom in my stocking feet when I felt something grab my big toe. Determined to find the source of this annoyance, I let whatever was causing this sensation to continue. Peering over my book, I was amazed to see "nothing" tugging on my foot and causing it to move back and forth. I reached down to feel around my foot, but nothing was there. And whatever was holding my toe had let go. Back to reading my book and a minute or so later, there it was again. I began to experiment with different scenarios to see what could be the source of this strange phenomenon. Taking my socks off, I put my feet back on the floor and soon I began to feel a light blowing sensation. The air was moist and warm, and I could feel it on both feet simultaneously with my feet about 18 inches apart. Next, I would feel a small hand about the size of a five- or six-year-old child grab hold of my big toe gently, but firmly and begin to try and lift my foot into the air. If I assisted lightly, my foot would raise about five feet. (I am six feet in height.) Then it would start to swing to my right about 45 degrees and the pulling sensation would become greater. I got up on one foot with difficulty to see were it wanted to go, but right then it let go. Spooked and fascinated, I sat back down to see if it would happen again. Sure enough, I could start to feel a small electrical tingling right before it grabbed my toe again. The soothing blows would start again and then this suckle-type feeling as if my toes were in a mouth. Maybe human. These sensations were registering strong imagery in my mind. For the record, I am not a voyeur. I do not enjoy talking about my sexual life in public forums. I will leave out a lot of the detail on these first contacts. Dimming the lights, I would hold my foot in the air and look were this entity was holding on and could see or feel with my hand nothing. Next, I tried to touch it with my other foot and could feel a slight pressure keeping my feet separated as with two magnets with the same poles repelling each other. Still unsure if this was one or two entities, I was experimenting using different stimuli. I would even talk to it to see if I could get some reaction. At one point, while lying on my bed with my feet extended and about a foot apart, I asked if it was alone or with someone else. All of a sudden, with my left leg straight, my right leg lifted about three feet and arched over my left leg and the arch about 180 degrees back to my right in a gesture that could not have been accomplished by one being. I have not quit talking to them since. Although I have an open mind, I thought the stuff of ghosts, spirits, etc. was the stuff of legends or movies and I never gave any of it any serious thought. All of that was beginning to change. My first inclinations were of some human spirits. That would change over the next couple of days. My first contact was of smooth skin when it would caress, suckle and blow my toes. All tactile response was through my feet and its mouth. (Doesn't this sound like something right out of Forum in Penthouse magazine?) Once, while holding my foot up and blocking the light to create a silhouette, I could see a vapor transgressing from the ball of my foot going for about an inch in the air and then disappear into the air. You can imagine what was starting to go through my head: life force being sucked from my body to feed some strange alien creature. I would later reason I wasn't far from the truth. This thing had my complete attention. I couldn't go anywhere without thinking about it. I have made a trip home for lunch every day for lunch just to spend more time with them, and every night I would eat dinner and then retire to my room for more exploration. It was on one of my lunch visits that I noticed my first important fact. Sitting in the chair with my boots off, waiting for them to show up, I thought I saw something floating or drifting across the floor... and then I lost it in the shadows. A moment later, I thought I saw it again and it was closer. Right after that, I began to experience that tingling sensation right before it made contact. I thought I saw another glimmering kind of shadow moving across the floor. Shortly, the other entity was attached to my other big toe. The more time spent with them, the easier I could locate them and then only to realize there were at least five of them. Did I mention that while observing their distorted essence in the air I could chase them around the room, and when cornered they just pass right through wall, door, floor and even an old tower case and then appear out the other side?

The Jealous Ghost by Mark M.
My mother was an unhealthy person when she was on this earth. She died on 12/28/78. My father, after about a year, remarried. My mother's name was Ginny (Virginia). My stepmother's name is Genny (Genevieve). Soon after she moved into my father's place (I was living there at the time as well), strange things began happening. I knew my mother was behind it. She and I were always close, and after her death, strangely even closer. My stepmother was in the house one day rearranging the kitchen to suit her. She heard noises that were possibly coming from another area in the house. She turned to me and asked if I had made that noise. I replied, no. I turned around where the noises were originating, since I had heard them too, and saw a vague image of my mother standing there. Genny turned around and asked what I was staring at. I told her my mother's image. She didn't see it. She walked in the general direction of my mother's image to put some pots and pans in a cupboard. She told me she was chilled, but hadn't been before. I walked over to the area and I felt a little cooler, but a strange sense of warmth. Genny finished in the kitchen and started out the door to the garage. Right before she got to the door, we both heard a door slam shut, but there was no breeze in the house or any draft. She put her hand on the knob. She told me it was ice-cold, but the air conditioner wasn't running, and if it were, it wouldn't be that cold. She has told me there were times she couldn't sleep at night; something kept waking her. I never had this happen. My estimation on this experience is that mother didn't want Genny in the house.

Symbols from Mu by forestglade
Thirteen years ago, I moved from a very upscale suburban village outside of Manhattan to the very farthest edges of this country. The land and sea were magnificent but desolate. My nearest neighbor was across the waters in another country. The rising and the setting of the sun became my close companions. One night shortly after sunset, as the colors of the water were reflecting on the walls of my room, there began to appear letters and symbols. None of these were familiar to me. Over time, stretching over a 10 year period, I came to discover through research that the symbols were that of the most ancient and progressive civilization ever recorded. The civilization, was known as Mu or Le Meuria. The translation is: "The Mother Land." There seem to be few books written on the subject. Quite a paradox considering the immensity of the effect that the discoveries would and could have on the development of our society as we know it. Perhaps it is simply for that reason that we have not generally been aware of its existence before. It would appear that it would almost require the rewriting of history as we know it. The books are written by a little-known scholar by the name of James Churchward. He lived at the beginning of the 20th century. The reason these symbols appeared on my walls and ceiling for so many years still escapes me. Perhaps it simply may have been so I could share that which I have seen with others through this medium, therefore helping to reawaken an interest in a civilization, for the most part, long forgotten.

Angels Found Us a Home by Wkaczynski
My husband, five year old and I relocated and leased a house. My son was going to start school that September. Instead of the owner coming to re-sign the lease, he sent somebody to put a "For Sale" sign on the lawn. Painful. He sued and had us thrown out in five days. We came home from the decision and everything got pin-drop quiet. The phone rang. It was The Heritage Society asking if we were interested in licensing a historical home on 350 acres of land at 1/2 our former rent. I couldn't speak. We were falling and an angel caught us. When we pulled up in front of the house, there was a huge stained glass angel in the window, and every time I looked at the clock, or odometer in the car, it said 17. I investigated what numbers mean. I was told after the 17 would be 3s. Well, the numbers have changed to 3s. I think our angel is sending us on our way.

Lost Cat by Bridget B.
My friend Mike and I were going to go to Kings Island amusement park in August of 1997. I called him to confirm the time we were going to meet. He told me his cat was missing and that he was going to look for him outside; he would call me back in about a half hour. Forty-five minutes went by and I called his house. His mom told me Mike was looking in the woods for Maxwell. At the exact time she was telling me this, I had a vision of the cat crawling under the bed and getting into the bottom of the box springs. I really didn't think too much about it at the time. We chatted for a few minutes and she told me she would have Mike call me as soon as he found the cat. Well, he called and it was too late to go to Kings Island, so we made plans to go another day. The next day at work we were talking and he said he found his cat - I'd never guess where. I said, "In the box springs under the bed." He totally flipped out. That was exactly where he was. He told me there was a small rip in the material and Maxwell had spent the night lying on the wood supports enjoying the peace and quiet.

The Too-Familiar Ghost by Bearsangel64
I had an unusual experience one day at the home my mom had bought five years ago. I knew of the people who owned the house previously. One woman had died. I am not afraid of ghosts. I believe in them and can see and sense them. I have a psychic ability. I had felt a strange stare one night when we first moved in... from a tall man. It felt like I was being undressed. I knew I was being watched. That same afternoon, I was alone after the kids went to school and my boyfriend went to work. I felt a cool breeze. It was summer. Then I felt my arms being embraced, as if something was hugging me and feeling my waist. It gave me the chills no matter where I went in the house. I went to my computer and sat to sign on. It stopped me. I froze. It had made love to me. But during the love making, I felt a strange feeling of not being able to move, like I was in a trance. I am sexually active, but never have had this happen. Now and then I feel him (or it) just loving me - feeling my arms or my neck at times.

The Icy Wind by Joan R.
In July of 1997, our house was full with visiting family: my daughter from Oregon and her three children, and my other daughter and her two children who live with me. We were asleep all over the house. I was on a foam pad on the living room floor, and one daughter with two children were asleep on the hideabed, also in the living room. I was awakened by an icy wind blowing through the house, and something brushed my arm. At first I thought my daughter left a window open. I checked, but every window and door was closed, and everyone was still asleep. But I began to think I had had a visitor. In the morning, I told everyone about it, and my husband, who was asleep downstairs, asked what time that was. He said he was awakened at the same time for some reason, but didn't feel anything.

Our Haunted House by Sarah M.
I lived in an old house from the time I was about 13 until I was 16 or so. In that neighborhood, this particular house was thought to be haunted. The tenants that lived there previously claimed to experience strange occurrences throughout the house. They talked of footsteps, falling ceiling fans, strange sounds and voices. The man that lived there, Chuck, said the man that lived there before him told them of a cookout they had one summer day. Everyone was outside enjoying themselves when one of the guests went inside the house to use the restroom. When he returned, the man asked who was the old woman that was sitting at the kitchen table. When they went inside to see who it was, there was nobody there. The guest swore that an old woman in a long red dress was sitting at the table just starring straight ahead as if in a daze. He thought it was unusual that she did not even look up when he came inside the house. He said hello, but she didn't even look at him. I went to school with Chuck and knew him fairly well and thought he was pulling my leg just to scare me as we were moving in, but after living there for a while, I knew that he was not joking at all. It began for me after a couple of months. I started getting these weird feelings, like someone else was in the room with me. I would suddenly experience cold chills for no reason; hairs would stand on my neck. I thought it was just me thinking of what Chuck told me, but I started experiencing other encounters. One night I awoke to use the bathroom. It was always real dark between my room and the bathroom across the hall. I felt around for the string for the light above the mirror. As I pulled the string and the light came on, in the mirror I saw a figure directly behind me. I shut my eyes frozen in fear. My heart was pounding and the feeling that someone was there was so strong. It suddenly got very cold. Chills filled my body. Reluctantly, I opened my eyes and the figure was gone. Another time, I was sitting on my bed drying my hair with a towel over my head. Suddenly it felt as if someone sat down on the bed beside me. I looked up and nobody was there. The same feelings were there: cold, chills, etc. I know that these feelings were real and what I experienced I will never forget. I found myself getting the same chills as I typed this message. We finally moved from that house. I think I will stop and visit the current tenants. Maybe they have a story to share.

Lincoln's Ghost by Chris
Between the ages of 10 and 12, I lived with my family in Springfield, Ill. We would take visitors to Lincoln's tomb and his home. Being of an impressionable age, several things happened that culminated in Lincoln haunting me one night:

• At school, I had to learn and recite the poem "If Nancy Hanks came back as a ghost."
• My father subscribed to Argosy magazine. (Whatever happened to it?) I used to get the mail first and read Argosy cover to cover before letting my father know it had arrived. One issue featured Lincoln spirit photographs, including the one you featured. There were about six old photographs of the Lincoln family and friends, showing Lincoln's shadow in the background and making me wonder why he was still lurking.
• My playmates were the Herndon children, descended from Lincoln's law partner.
• The elderly man who ran the local gardening center was featured in the local newspaper as the last living person to see Lincoln's corpse. When he was a boy, his father took him out of school one day and to the cemetery where Lincoln's body was being moved to its present resting place. The casket was opened and the boy saw Lincoln. He described Lincoln as having his face covered in chalk dust and wearing leather gloves. Lincoln's body had been prepared for taking on a train tour for people to pay their respects.

So one night, I woke up suddenly and saw Lincoln in my bedroom. I ran out and slept the rest of the night on the floor of my sister's room. It didn't happen again, and I believe it was my childish imagination.

Something is in My House by Diane H.
I have had some strange happenings at our home. The first happened when my collie was lying in our living room with me. He jumped up and began to bark at our ceiling light. He ran into the kitchen and very afraid. I looked to see what he was barking at and there was a smoky haze around the light. I thought it was on fire and went to check it out. There was no smell, and then in a little while the smoke disappeared. A week later, we put our four year old to bed. He would not stay in bed, so I went upstairs at around 10:30. Our bedroom is attached to the bathroom with a door and my son's bedroom is attached to the bathroom with a door also. I decided to lie on my bed so he would go to sleep. All of a sudden, I saw white flashing lights around my room. Thinking it was a car passing by, I ignored it. Then it happened again and I noticed there were no cars passing. I was lying facing the bathroom and the door began to close ever so slowly. I thought I was imagining this and sat up on my bed, looking into the bathroom. The door was closing more and more. At this time my little boy yelled for me to cover him up. I ran in, covered him, kissed him goodnight and went to the bathroom to renter my bedroom. It was then that my bathroom door slammed closed in my face. My hair stood up on my head and arms. My husband and I kept opening the door to see if it would close on its own and it wouldn't. Many more things have happened, but I will just go into a few. My kids and I were up in my bedroom in the daytime. My son has a Cookie Monster doll that sings and plays music when you put the trumpet in his mouth; you can also press his hand. The toy was on the floor and my kids were on the other side of the room. I was not near the toy. All of a sudden the toy started to play and sing. My little boy ran up to it and said, "Mommy, how'd that happen?" My nine-year-old kept saying, "I feel funny, like the hair is standing up on me." I was so stunned when I heard the toy singing, I didn't know what it was. My lights in the bathroom flicker - not all the time, just once in a while. I don't know what to think. I feel like I am crazy. I have to close the bathroom door at night all the way or I hear it squeak. I have pictures of my children's adoption party, and in a few of the pictures there are what looks like orbs. They are white circles. My friend also has pictures of all of us in our living room, and she said those circles are all around us.

Disembodied Sounds by Chris B.
My family and I had a number of odd events happen to us when we lived in Connecticut. When I was a teenager there were disembodied sounds that seemed to be a dog or wolf, something canine anyway. There were a few episodes; most notably, three occurred the same night. I was in the den around 11 o'clock. Suddenly, I heard panting, like a dog, moving through the room. As it approached, I quickly became started because hearing the sound without any visual corollary just unsettled me. I guess I just had that instinctive "what's wrong with this picture" feeling. That turned quickly to fear when the panting turned to a deep guttural growl - loud enough to make the hair stand up all over my body and threatening enough to freeze me on the couch. After a very short time, it passed. I got up and looked around the room. I went upstairs, but couldn't sleep. Now unknown to me at this time, my brother Chance was lying on his bed in the downstairs bedroom. About a half hour after my event occurred, Chance had a similar event. The next morning he told me that the door to his room creaked open and he could hear the familiar sound of dog's toenails clicking and the animal entered the room. We had at this time, I should say, a large dog in the house, a Puli mix. Large, but not a growler. He assumed it was this dog and so didn't look up right away, but when the growling started he looked up and there was nothing visible there. He became more excited as he recounted the story. I was interrupting him with the tale of my encounter when our grandmother came in for coffee and said, "Are you talking about that dog? Did you hear that too?" Her version had the dog growling outside her window. She said she heard the growling and stood looking out the window to try to see the animal, but couldn't. She thought she couldn't see it because she was limited range of view out the window; she didn't think anything supernatural was going on. The events, whatever they were, were set at about 30-minute intervals, maybe less. Also, when my brother was at college, there was a screaming sound that seemed to last a good 30 seconds and was heard by three family members - my sister, my mother and me - which was not heard at all by my father. Each of us thought it came from a slightly different place. Again I was sitting in the den, in a recliner watching TV. Suddenly, I heard a horrible, blood-curdling scream. Very loud and desperate. It lasted about 30 seconds. At the beginning it was piercing; toward the end it sounded like the scream was being drowned with a liquid. The mental image I get is one of someone drowning in their own blood - a little dramatic, I grant you, but there it is.

Danger on an Isolated Road by Rebecca M.
I was raised in a small town in Kentucky along with a very large part of my mom's family. Another part of my mom's family lived in Louisville and we moved back and forth between the two. During one of the times my mom lived in Louisville, and I was married at the time, still living in the small town I grew up in, I drove to spend the day with her. I had to get back home as it was starting to get dark and I had close to 60 miles to drive. I decided that in order to avoid the traffic and the lights on the main highway I would take a back road that ran along the "flood wall." There is about a five-mile stretch along the flood wall that is isolated and very dark at night so, needless to say, I was stepping on it. As I was about midway of the flood wall where it was deserted, I saw a teenage girl hitchhiking alone, and my first concern was something awful happening to her, so I thought it wouldn't hurt to pick her up. I started slowing down and I heard a sound in my head that resembled an explosion and a startled feeling that was close to panic. I don't remember stepping on the gas to by pass her, but my car suddenly gained speed. I was so scared and at the same time I didn't know why. All I could think of was to put distance between us and as fast as I could. When I looked in my rear-view mirror at her, I saw two other people - both male - climb out of the ditch, which couldn't be seen from the road. I couldn't determine their age or anything, only that they were dirty and male. I am 48 years old now and after all these years I wonder what was the sound in my head, and if I had stopped to pick her up... would I be here today? Why were they hiding?

Visions of Her Babies by Sheryl M.
I am 35 years old. I had my first child at 17. When I was 15, I had a very powerful dream. It was of a baby. She was beautiful. When my child was born two years later, I was astounded that this was the very child I had seen in my dream. Everything about the child was the same as in my dream. After that I began to pay more attention to my dreams. I now have five children. I saw every one of them. With our third child, I told my husband that he would be a boy. I described him to a tee. You might say, "Well, that's easy because we all basically know what our children will look like." Well, not so. My husband is white and I am black. I described skin color, hair color, eye color and sex. He was astounded because I was correct every time. We had planned only three children, but when I told my husband the next one would also be a boy, and that this child would look like him, guess what? We had another child. The only one I don't think I saw was my last one. I believe that was because I was in denial and I didn't want to see her.

ESP Test by LeAnn Z.
Thank you for assembling such a fascinating and informative site. I've always been interested in seeing if psychic abilities could be developed, so I did a search and landed on your site. I'm always having what I call "flashes," little pre-cognitive thoughts that come true about 18 times out of 20. For example, I sensed in advance (usually about two or three days) the Egypt Air crash, Michael Jackson's hair catching on fire, Gary Hart's downfall and many events concerning my sister, for some reason. It's always a negative event, and it always feels like what I call "impending doom," though some events are not really that catastrophic. Anyway, just for grins, I went and did the ESP test (color wheel) and scored a 145 (hint: focusing on the blinking lights draws you to the right color). I was shocked. Now I want to learn more.

Hallway Light by Dan B.
I was about eight or nine years old living with my parents at our house in Canyon Country, Calif. At the time, I was terrified of the dark. Since my parents didn't believe in nightlights for kids, I depended on our hallway light next to my bedroom upstairs. Before my experience, my dad would often turn off the hallway light thinking I was asleep. In terror, I would scream for my dad to turn the light back on. One night, when I was in my bedroom, I was going through my nightly ritual of waiting to fall asleep with the hallway light on. During this time, my two older brothers were scurrying around in their bedroom laughing and horsing around. I didn't pay attention when they finally stopped. I laid on my bed just daydreaming when the hall turned off. Thinking it was my two brothers who turned it off, I yelled, "Matt and Dave, turn on the light!" The light turned on. I relaxed a little, ready to fall asleep. The light turns off. Being irritated, I yelled to my brothers to turn on the light again. The light turns on. Being satisfied, I again tried to go to sleep. The light turns off. I sat straight up and I was getting really irritated. The light turns on. This time I was not comfortable because I thought my brothers were playing a gag on me. I sat there looking through the crack of my door at the hallway light. The hallway light started flicking on and off. Meanwhile I'm hearing the switch going up and down. I was pissed. I was very determined to tell my two brothers a thing or two. In my mind, I was thinking, "They must really think this is funny. I'm going to sneak right up to the door and peak right through the crack and catch my brothers playing with the light switch." I did just that. I looked through the crack of my door. Neither one of my brothers were there playing with the light switch. I inspected the light switch thinking in my childish ways that there must be some sort of contraption to turn of the switch without them being near it. I didn't see such a thing. I went to my brothers' door and it was closed. I knocked on the door. No one answered. I was getting a little worried. I proceeded to knock on the door and saying, "Matt?... Dave? Are you there?" No one answered. I went downstairs and asked my mom and dad where my two brothers were. My mom told me they went to the bowling alley. "How long ago?" I asked her. "About an hour or so." She replied. I slowly went back upstairs and went back to my room, praying the light wouldn't shut off like that again.

The Traveling Spirit by Nikki
I have a friend whose house is haunted. The spirit seems to travel from her house to her mother's house, which is only a few doors down in an apartment building. The occurrences are similar and seem to be centered around the daughter. Her son and her mother have both experienced dreams and or visions of the daughter. When the activity first started, we assumed it was a young female child. Now with their dreams, it almost confirms it. What would this have to do with the daughter who is in bad health? What is it trying to tell us? We have tried the Ouija board, but the only thing it told us was that it was afraid of me because I could send it back.

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Plagued by Telepathy by Hiroshi S.
I am a Japanese male, and am 32 years old. I have a special capability. It is hard to explain what it is exactly, but it is something like telepathy. I just know that I can send my ideas, words, conduct, vision and hearing directly into another's brain. However, I have no idea how far or how much it is. Also, something like an aura seems to come out from me. Those are nearly driving me mentally crazy with heavy stress. That means, I can no longer have a normal life as an ordinary human being, being subjected to slander, banter and abuse of people.

The problems are the following:

• I can't control it.
• It is troublesome to the third person, like noise.
• I easily make enemies with rather bad character. That is, it will rebound as if I got to have bad feeling to something.
• Disliked personality. (Character-problem.)
• All sorts of moral and distinctive problem. That is, malicious ideas that an ordinary character would never think comes up to mind and murmur it.

I also hope to verify this capability scientifically, and to erase it to live as an ordinary human being. Since I don't have enough knowledge, I want to become the subject for an experiment.