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January 2001
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Old Hag
and the Black Cloud by
Ron M.
Two words I don't take lightly under any circumstances are "demonic"
and "satanic." In September, 1978, while in Vancouver, British
Columbia, I was followed home by a black cloud that felt completely satanic. It
followed me down the back alley until I reached the backyard of where I was
living. I ran up the back stairs and into my apartment. Feeling safe, I made
some instant coffee and went to bed shortly afterward. Several hours
later, I was awakened by a heavy black object on my chest. It was an evil
spirit with blood-red eyes and it was like having an anvil on top of me. This
spirit had a tight grip around my throat, and my chest felt like it was ready to
cave in. I tried to call to God, but couldn't speak because of this spirit's
hold on my throat. I wanted to fight it off, but it was just too strong. Just
when I thought I was a goner, a pure white light started to form on my chest. It
went from a perfect circle to the shape of the Christian cross. It beamed
its bright light into the eyes of the evil spirit, which caused it to roar in
pain. It shielded its eyes from the intensity of the cross's light. The evil
spirit jumped off my chest, flew out the window and into the neighbor's yard. A
dog across the alley started to bark something fierce. The time was 4 a.m. My
forearms and shins immediately started to itch terribly. A few days later I
learned, from an unrelated source, that this form of itching happens only
in times of extreme stress. Within a few weeks, I moved into another apartment.
Whatever attacked me that night hasn't made contact with me since. Not that I'm
looking forward to it.
Met Soul
Mate in Dream by
Jodi E.
I have always been able to see the future and people that I would meet. I
somehow am able to see things before anyone would ever think that they would
happen. I am now 24 years old, and when I was 14 I started having a dream about
a man who was extremely gorgeous, who would walk up to me and grab my arms. I
didn't know who he was and wouldn't meet him for a few years. He was never rough
or mean. I could see his face and everything so clearly that I knew if I ever
met him I would know it. He would always say the same thing: "You will be
mine." This went on for a couple of years, and then he changed what he
would say; then it became: "You will be mine when you are 24." This
concerned me because I didn't know who he was. I got married to a wonderful man
when I was just 17. He wasn't the man in my dream, but at that time I decided
that this was some kind of unexplainable dream and wasn't important. Just before
I turned 19, I was pregnant and decided to start going to a doctor who was
closer to my house. I had never met this new doctor. As soon as I saw him, I got
this overwhelming feeling that I knew him from somewhere. As time went by, I
started to wonder why he was so familiar. My husband and I started having
problems. I went to a psychic and she asked me if I knew this doctor and she
gave his name. I was surprised she knew so much. There was no way she could have
placed him and me together. She told me that I have known him for many years and
that he loved me very much. I told her that I had met him four years earlier,
and she said, "No, you've known him for lifetimes." When I was 23, I
decided to call this doctor. He wasn't my doctor anymore, and I was curious why
he had always seemed so familiar and why he seemed so interested in me. I had to
see if the psychic was right. I also had to see if I could get him to say
something that would trigger that feeling I had in all my dreams of the strange
man. We had dinner and we talked for hours. At one point, I got up to go to the
restroom and he grabbed my arms as he had always done in my dreams. He had that
look in his face and eyes, and he said, "Hurry back to me." This told
me that he was the man I had been dreaming about for so many years. My husband
found out about this "date" and decided that he wanted to work harder
on our marriage. At the time, I was very torn. The other man and I had an
unbelievable night together, although it never went any further than talking. I
am still having the dreams of him and I can't understand why. How should take
these dreams and should I do anything about them? Is this a story of two soul
mates finding each other in a different life or is it something else?
Sees
Funny Little Lights
by cr73741-a
For several years now, I have been seeing funny little lights. Sometimes they
are about the size of a couple of periods, like the one at the end of this
sentence. Sometimes they are the size of a letter "o." They are
usually white, sometimes bluish, and float at the periphery of my vision or more
to the center. They are not the swirling swarms people see when gazing into a
blue sky, which is just fluid on the surface of the eye. They occur at night,
during the day and virtually always indoors. They first started happening a
short while after I began experiencing weird, benign headaches that came on like
fluid seeping in from the top of my head. Not painful headaches, really, but a
definite sensation. I actually thought I might have a brain tumor and had a CAT
scan, but the results were that my brain is normal and I have nothing to worry
about. I am extremely curious and am wondering if anyone might be able to impart
some information about this.
The Séance
and JonBenet by
quatreincubus
Teenagers are often thought to handle the supernatural in a joking manner. As
for me - yes, I am a teenager - I have always had an extreme belief because of
my own experiences. Though some have been terrifying and others funny, this is
by far one of the most terrifying experiences I've ever encountered, and the
people I did the séance in which this experience occurred are also scarred for
life. It was the morning of Halloween in 1999, and my friends and I decided to
have a séance. No one else was in the house except for my dog, who was sound
asleep on my bed at the time. Seven friends and I went into my basement, lit
about nine candles and joined hands. We decided to contact JonBenet Ramsey
because one of my friends had a real interest in her death, and another friend
and I had a strange experience with JonBenet on a Ouija board. On this night,
one of my friends wanted to lead the séance, and only he and I were actually
taking this seriously, as everyone else was taking this in a joking manner. We
said a basic prayer to protect our circle. Then my friend began by asking,
"Hello, JonBenet. We don't want to harm you. We just want to talk to you.
Are you here?" We heard a clunk on the stairs and took that as her sign.
"Ok," my friend continued. "Thank you for joining us. We just
have one question: Who killed you?" Everything was silent. We all had our
eyes closed. Nothing happened for a few moments, so I opened my eyes. I looked
on the white wall opposite me. In shadows was written "Dad" in a kid's
handwriting. Just then, I heard my dog barking from upstairs (animals are
supposed to have some sort of sixth sense with the supernatural). Nothing
opposite or surrounding the wall could've formed such a shadow. I alerted my
friends quietly and, naturally, they all ran upstairs horrified and scared. Big
mistake! Later that day, after trick-or-treating, I was online. I checked my
e-mail to find something with the subject: "The JonBenet Ramsey Case: More
Evidence Found, Pointing to Father." At first I found this strange; I mean,
why would someone send this to me? I dismissed it as spam mail and continued on
surfing the web. Now, I have a very big fear of dolls because of something that
happened to me when I was very young (a supernatural story for another day). On
the night of the day that we had the séance, I had a dream that I will never,
ever, forget: I was sitting on my bed writing in my journal. I was experiencing
writer's block, so I looked around the room. Lying on my floor was a doll. I
walked over to it and picked it up. The doll looked at me, and at that moment, I
realized the doll looked exactly like JonBenet Ramsey. The doll pulled an Exorcist
type thing, and its head began twirling around fast and flew off. As the head
flew off of its body, blood spattered on my walls with the words "I'm
watching you!" written on it. I woke up immediately, and on my floor was
the doll from my dream before it turned into JonBenet. The next day, I told
everyone who was at the séance about the e-mail and the dream. It turns out
they had all received the very same e-mail, and their dreams didn't involve
dolls... instead, their greatest fear - whatever it was - had been possessed by
JonBenet, but it all had the same ending: blood on their walls spelling out:
"I'm watching you." I needed to end this. My friends came over that
day and we held another séance. Because we left without closure last time, we
put closure to everything. We haven't gotten anything strange like that since.
Dream Saw
the Future by Paul
When I was around six years old, I had an experience that I am still trying to
figure out today. I had just been put to bed, and my parents were having a small
get-together. I was upset that I couldn't stay up. Anyway, I fell asleep and had
a dream: A car pulled up on the street outside my window, a boy got out and
threw a rock through my bedroom window. He got back in the car and they drove
off. They went to the junior high school around the corner and were hanging out
by the running track. No sooner had the dream ended when a rock came through my
window and scared the bejeezus out of me! I told my parents what the boy looked
like, what kind of car they were driving and where they were. My parents called
the police and they found the car and the boy exactly where I said they would
be. It turned out to be one of my sister's friends who was mad at her and had
mistakenly thought that my room was hers. The police brought the boy to the
house and I saw him. It was the same as in my dream. I can't explain the event,
and I think of it often.
The Ouija
Knew by Deddier
My girlfriend and I, after Friday night bowling, would go to my apartment and
use the Ouija board. One Friday night, after messing around with it and getting
nowhere as usual, we politely said goodbye. At that point, the Ouija spelled
out: "Do not go. Brian is not home. Do not go." This was totally
spontaneous. (Brian was my girlfriend's boyfriend.) Though we tried for a long
time to find out where Brian was, we could not get that information. At one
point it did, however, tell us that when Brian came home, he would call her and
they would talk. That is all we could get and it still would not let us leave.
Finally we called it a night and just closed it down, putting it back in the
box. My girlfriend had me drop her off at Brian's apartment. She called me
one-half hour later in tears because Brian was not home - he had left with his
suitcase. She had absolutely no knowledge of his intent to leave. Unknown to me,
she was pregnant at the time, and this was the worst possible news she could
have. The next day though, Brian did come home, they talked and made marriage
plans. He had gone overnight to his brother's wedding.
Pioneer
Past Life by Barbara
A strange thing happened to me about six years ago, and it is as real a feeling
now as it was then. I belong to a trail-riding club in Texas. I was out one day
with a group riding horses when we had to stop and rest. The location is on Fort
Hood property. We came by an old grave site with headstones, but no names on
them - probably the small graveyard of a local family. I love history and went
into the graveyard to look around. I was drawn to a certain headstone, and I
told my friend that I knew who was in that grave. I got the chills and excited
at the same time. I will never quite be able to explain the feeling; it was not
fear... it was like I knew the history of this person. I knew who and what
happened. I am beginning to believe that it was me in another life - or
someone who needs me in this one. Whoever she was, she was a strong young women
in her late 20s. I feel her exact age was 28. She had long, wavy black hair that
she wore down and pulled back. She wore a white dress with an apron over it. She
had big brown eyes and had the look of a strong, intelligent woman who took
pride in taking care of her family. She was married to a man who limped from an
injury to his left leg. He had dark hair, beard and mustache, and he helped her
where he could, but he was not in the best of health. He walked with a cane. Her
parents lived with her and she had a boy and girl, ages between 8 and 10 years
old. Her home was nice, especially for this era in history, which was about the
late 1800s or early 1900s. It was a two-story white home, and the front faced
the east. I also saw in my mind's eye - and felt it just as I am telling this -
that she was upset because the military was moving in on their land. She was
doing all she could to keep it and did not want to sell it. I saw how she died.
They took her two children, and she could not find them. They killed her parents
and her too because they felt threatened by her. I do not know what happened to
her husband and I don't know if her kids ever got to know who she was after they
were kidnapped. It was like she needed me to find this out for her.
I Know
What He's Thinking by Sally T.
People say that when two people are meant for each other, they seem to be
thinking on the same wavelength. The funny thing is, I have experienced this
more than once since I met my boyfriend. Before I even met him (I think it was
around mid-August), I had a dream of being in the marsh or the swamp with people
I know or saw on TV. I think it was a school field trip and we were picking some
rocks from the green water. I found this reddish-brown rock. Somehow it was
floating and there was a blue glow around it. I looked up and I saw this guy
standing a couple of meters away from me, smiling at me. For some reason, I knew
it was that guy that was causing the rock to float in mid-air... and that is the
most I could remember. I liked that dream, because I thought that the
telekinetic guy in my dream was cute. So I remembered it for quite a while. Then
it was the very first day of high school. I had Instrumental Music class last.
When I walked into the classroom, I saw two hot guys sitting a few seats away
from each other. I sat in front of one guy, gathered all of my courage and
talked to him. And that's how we became a couple. But there was something that
was a bit strange. One day he didn't gel his hair, and that's when I realized
that he looked just like that telekinetic guy in my dream. Some other stuff
happened, too. When I called him a few times on separate dates, his dad would
say that he wasn't home, but I could guess what my boyfriend would be doing. I
told him what I had guessed, and he said that was what he was doing. It shocked
me. And half the time, I was able to say the things that were on his mind - more
than he could do the same to me.
Grandfather's
Ghost and More by Abigail W.
I was spending the day at my grandmother's house, which was connected to our
house by a porch. I heard the porch door (which we keep locked) slam shut. Then
I heard someone walking across the porch, open our door and slam it shut.
I went out on the porch and checked the door. It was locked. So I walked to our
house and opened it and walked in. I went straight to my parent's bathroom, and
the light had been turned on. When I looked into the mirror, to my surprise I
saw my dead grandfather's face right behind my reflection. I turned around
and he had disappeared. After that I heard a lot of footsteps in the middle of
the night in that house. Here is another occurrence: I was walking from my
other grandmother's house down the street, just having an everyday normal walk
like usual. All at once I saw my other grandfather dying in front of me. I saw
it in such detail, like he was actually dying on the sidewalk and if I reached out,
I could touch him. When I got home, I asked mom how my grandfather
had died. What she described is exactly what I saw, and no one had told me
before that moment. (Both of my grandfathers died before I even turned four.)
Another occurrence deals with the
Ouija. I was using the Ouija at a friend's house. She and I asked to
speak to my "pawpaw." He said he was there, and when we asked questions, he said he
was in the room with us. I asked him to prove it, so he moved a balloon that
had lost all its helium that was lying in the corner on the floor. He raised it
into the air and made it float across the room into the closet, then slammed
the door shut. I have also seen figures of men standing over my bed as I sleep.
I know they are not there to harm me, but instead to protect. I've
learned to live with it because it happens a lot. In fact, I feel safer seeing
what I do. My grandmother often says she hears footsteps in her hall and
knows it's "daddy" (my grandfather) looking after her. I've also had thunder
claps come out of nowhere while I've been contacting on the Ouija. In the
middle of the night, my cousin and I were trying to contact, and unfortunately
whomever we were talking to was very angry and very mean. I tried to get them to
go away from the board and let us talk to someone else. But they became angry.
Finally I became upset at what they were saying to me, so I took my hands off the
board. When I did that, a clap of thunderous lightning erupted from the room.
There were no clouds in the sky; it was a clear December night.
Babygirl's
Ghost by Kathy
I really believe in the stories about being visited by ghosts or apparitions.
About five years ago, there was a fire in my house. It started in my children's
bedroom. I was getting ready to shower when my son came and told me there was
fire in his room. We all got out of the house, except a Chihuahua named Babygirl.
About two years ago, I was in a fairly bad car accident and became a borderline
quadriplegic. I have all feeling in my legs and arms, just not full use of them.
After I came home from the hospital, I noticed that the bathroom door would
always get pushed open whenever I showered, even though no one ever came in. Now
I am noticing footprints all over the covers on my bed, even though the animals
do not go into my room until I do. And when I am lying in bed at night, I can
feel something walking on my bed, but there is nothing there. I do not feel fear
from this, only comfort because of the feeling that it is my precious Babygirl
coming to sleep with me at night to try to keep me safe.
Dreaded Visits in
the Night by DOC1870
This has been going on for about six years now. For the longest time I thought I
was having nightmares. I remember the first time it happened. I felt like I was
going to die. At first it was mild... something would enter my room at night
when I would lie down to go to sleep. I could hear the sheets moving as it
approached me. I kept trying to tell myself that it was all in my head. It was a
very aggressive force. My heart would start beating very fast and I could hardly
breathe. I knew I was sleeping, yet I was awake at the same time, and for some
reason, the only way to get it off of me was to move a body part, to wake myself
up. It was very hard to move at all. It was on top of me, pinning me down, and I
could hear a strange buzzing noise, but very low. It continued on this way for
about two months. I wouldn't sleep for days, because I was afraid I was going to
die. I thought that if I didn't shake it off of me, that it was going to take
over my body or something. After that, it started getting sexual with me. I was
beginning to think I needed some serious help. It would never allow me to move
while it preformed sexual acts all over my body, starting with my breasts and
fondling my genitalia. After that happened almost every night for another two to
three months, it started having intercourse with me. I could feel everything. I
would always wake myself up during it, because I was afraid. After losing many
nights of sleep, and countless attempts to reach God for help, I gave in. It
would only make it worse when I would pray at night, and tried to be involved
with a religious organization. So I stopped being afraid, and it slowed down a
little. It would only happen maybe once a week, and I would allow it to do
whatever it wanted to. Once I asked it for a name. I heard in a very deep,
growling voice, "I am Satan." I completely freaked out and was awake
the rest of the night - and every night for about a week later. Then it
completely stopped. For about four months, nothing happened to me. All of a
sudden it was back again, and worse than ever. There became two of them at
times, and sometimes three. They would take turns with me. I started enjoying
it, embarrassingly enough. I just didn't know what to do. Then they became
violent with me, calling me names, pushing me around, pulling my hair. I'm not
sure why. When I asked for a name again, the name "Michael" replied to
me. I don't know what all this means, but it is still continuing to happen to
me. I have tried to convince myself that they are just dreams, but I know that
they are not. Now if I want a sexual visit, all I have to do is close my eyes to
go to sleep, and it comes. I have learned to live with it so much that it almost
doesn't bother me anymore. But I do want it to stop happening.
The
Skeleton by Gail M.
When I was eight years old, one morning my dad got up early to go
fishing. I woke up and sat with him until he got ready to go. After he left, I sat in a
living room chair for a little while because I couldn't go back to
sleep. Finally, I decided I would go back to bed, but first I was going to get a
drink of water. As I got up out of my chair and started walking into the
kitchen, I was looking down. All of a sudden, I had to stop walking because there
standing in front of me was a skeleton. I saw its bony feet and as far as its
bony knees. It scared me so badly, I was afraid to look up. I turned, ran and
jumped back into the chair I was previously in. I was so frightened I couldn't
call out to my mom, and I sat there for a long time under my blanket because I
was afraid it was standing there. Eventually, I got the nerve to peep out and
didn't see it, so I ran and got in bed with my mom.
The
Ghost, Vivian by
Kyla J.
I lived for about five years in a haunted house. The resident ghost was named
Vivian. The house had been built for her and she lived in it until her death.
The house sat empty for a number of years and hadn't been in really good shape
to begin with, so it was pretty run down when my landlord purchased it. He first
became aware of Vivian when most of his repairs were undone right before his
eyes. Securely anchored curtain rods flew halfway across the room; tools would
disappear; all kinds of little things like that. Finally, he stood in the living
room and said, aloud, "Look, Vivian, I appreciate that you love your house
- I do, too. However, if I don't get it fixed up, the city will condemn it and
knock it down. Neither of us wants that, so why don't you stop undoing
everything I do and let me save our house?" After that he didn't have any
more problems. I first became aware of Vivian shortly after I moved into my
studio apartment (over the garage, across the back entry hall from the basement
stairs). I was home alone, the landlord having gone out of town and taking his
dog with him, when I heard footsteps coming up the basement stairs. Thinking
perhaps some neighborhood kid had gotten in through the basement window (which
had happened before), I went out to look. Nothing. No one in sight, nothing
disturbed. I went back to my book. Then I heard the steps coming up the stairs
again - even though no steps had ever gone back down! This happened several
times, then it got quiet again. I told the landlord about it and that's when he
told me about Vivian. Vivian was never frightening or threatening. Once she
decided she liked you, you were welcome in her house and she became somewhat
protective. We had a girl living there for a few months and it quickly became
apparent Vivian did not like her! I saw a coffee mug fly out of a
cupboard and across the room, shattering on the wall behind the girl's head,
barely missing her. The girl's things frequently disappeared, only to turn up
later somewhere else. After she moved out, we discovered she'd been stealing
from both of us. Apparently, Vivian was trying to warn us, or maybe just scare
the girl off! Vivian had several dogs while alive in the house, but only one of
them stayed on with her as a ghost. We'd hear the click of doggie toenails on
the floor when Elsa, the resident live dog, was visibly lying elsewhere, or feel
a cold, wet nose on the back of a calf. Elsa didn't seem to mind the spectral
dog, though you could see her watch him go by sometimes. The landlord finally
had to sell the house, and we had a heck of a time doing so. After all, we had
to find someone Vivian liked. A number of prospective buyers came through and
things mysteriously stopped working. No lights one time, no heat the next.
Finally, we knew we had our buyer before they even bid, because when they came
through, absolutely everything worked fine. Sure enough, they bought the place.
Far as we know, Vivian is still there. Neither my former landlord nor myself has
had any contact with the people who bought it from him, or with any owners that
may have come after, but I suspect it will take more than a few generations of
homeowners to persuade Vivian to leave her beloved little house.
Tunguska
Opinion by METHEFOZ
The Tunguska explosion? Disaster? It wasn't a disaster, except for the
trees. An explosion of great magnitude, yes! All indications , point toward an
explosion of great magnitude high above the surface. Atomic? Who knows? It sure
looks like the aftermath of an atomic explosion. A "black hole"? Not
likely. Antimatter? Don't think so. Either would have completely destroyed this
small planet. Oh well, just an opinion - and we all know what opinions are!
Ghost of
Gettysburg by
Gauvreau
I remember one day in 1996 when I was on vacation with my family in Gettysburg.
We had just finished eating at General Lee's headquarters. I was in the back
seat of the van when we pulled up to Spangler Springs a little after nightfall.
Because I ate to much and was a little edgy about the dark, I stayed in the car.
Everyone else got out of the car to look around for ghosts. When everyone else
was looking around the spring, I was looking at a statue. When I looked down
below the statue and down the hill always, sitting next to the tree was a woman,
crying. The figure was kind of a blur, but visible enough to tell it was a
female person. She had on a white dress and a hat similar to my mother's. She
looked really sad and lonely. The thing is, when my uncle got the Ghost of
Gettysburg II movie, it featured two girls who had experienced something
similar to what I did.
Mom Still
Tunes in to Favorite TV Shows by
Andrea P.
When I was 18, my father was suddenly stricken ill and went into a coma for five
days. On the night he died, his alarm clock went off. A few minutes later, the
hospital called to say that he had passed. The clock went off at the same time
they said he died. The clock went off at the same time the next night. My sister
got freaked out and threw the clock away. My mother passed away in 1990 from
cancer. Her passing was very hard on me and my sisters. We had all taken turns
taking care of her and it was a long, hard road. Her passing was also a blessing
as she would not be suffering anymore. After mom passed, my sister Michelle
still lived in the house. When any of us would visit Michelle, the rocking chair
would start to rock by itself, as if mom were greeting us. One day, I went over
with my two small children and my sister had me stand in the kitchen. She told
me to look into the living room and keep an eye on the TV. When I asked her why,
she said that the TV had started going on by itself at certain times - the same
times our mother used to watch her favorite shows. Sure enough, the TV clicked
on with the remote on the table in clear view. The channel changed by itself
onto "The Price is Right," my mother's favorite morning show. Needless
to say, I just grabbed my kids and got out of the house. I was freaked!
I read your "Ball Lightning" article and was amazed that I had a similar experience when I was very young. Circa 1979, I was a young kid living with my family in a very small town called Villa Ahumada in the state of Chihuahua, Mexico, about three hours south of El Paso, Texas. My sister and I were in our room. A huge storm was starting, and dad proceeded to close up all the windows. My mother told me and my sister that we had to take baths, my sister first and then me (we were about eight and six, respectably). My sister went into the bathroom and started taking a shower. I waited in my room, and to make things go faster, I remember I wanted to turn on the TV to watch my favorite show, "The Incredible Hulk." Lightning and thunder were booming outside and it made the windows vibrate. When i tried to turn on the TV, nothing happened because my dad had disconnected the power cord from the outlet for safety's sake. Since I was a little kid, I decided to plug it in again, so I could watch my show. When I stood up, and tried to plug it in, I heard the biggest bang of my life and I just felt a big "force" hitting me on the chest and laying me flat on the floor in front of the TV. I wasn't hurt or anything, I just felt "pushed." Then it came. I saw a big ball of light about the size of a basketball hovering in the hallway. It made incredibly loud sounds, and there were sparks flying all over the place. This lasted about one second, and then it "flew" away from my line of sight, through the hallway and toward the bathroom at the end of the hall. I heard my mother scream and so I ran out of my room. When I reached the hallway, I remember it was full of smoke, and you could smell "burnt metal," like a soldering smell. My mother was screaming as she ran into the bathroom. She said she saw the ball of light running through the hallway and "going through" the bathroom door. Amazingly, the wooden door itself was unaffected! When she opened the door, she screamed again because my sister was not there - there was only a burnt hole about the size of a baseball in the mosquito net that covered the bathroom's window. My mother desperately screamed for my sister, only to discover that she was hiding behind the toilet in a fetal position, scared out of her wits. My sister later said that she got really scared because this "big and bright scary thing" flew into the bath as she was undressing, so she hid behind the toilet until it was gone. No one was really harmed, and my dad couldn't believe what had happened. The whole episode was over in less than 10 seconds. We analyzed the path that the ball lightning had taken through the house, and we came to the conclusion that it entered through the hallway, because there was another burnt hole in a vent that was right in the middle of the hall, on the roof. So our conclusion was that it entered through the vent and left through the bathroom window. The curious thing is that the vent it used to enter the house was in the middle of the hall. My room was to the left end of the hallway, and the bathroom was at the left (opposite) end. Since I saw the ball lightning first, it meant that the lightning entered the house, flew left toward my room, stopped in front of my door, then flew in the opposite direction toward the bathroom before it exited. I never heard of "ball lightning" before that. That was when my dad introduced me to the word centeya (pronounced cent-a-ya) which, he said, was the exact term used by Mexicans to define ball lightning.
Dreams of
the Future and More
by Empresswaterglas
Several years ago, i had a dream that I was in a room, and in that dream I told
myself that I had had a dream about being there. About four months ago, I went
to a summer camp and was in that room again. Oddly enough, the exact same
thoughts went through my head as in the dream.
Also, a few months ago I was at a sleepover. It was Friday, the 13th, full moon, October, and a few hours until we were promised a séance. The rest of the girls were in another room playing with action figures, and I went to the main room to be alone. I turned all the lights off and felt myself moving without me actually willing myself to do so. I started talking to a point on the floor, and walking around the outline of a person. I was suddenly extremely angry and felt as though I was talking to a rebellious prisoner. I suddenly grabbed at an imaginary knife and plunged it into the heart of my imaginary prisoner. It still gives me the shivers to think about it.
Quizzical
Dreams by Jack P.
The strangest psychic dream I have ever had was back in seventh grade. One night
I dreamed I was in my math class taking a quiz. The dream was very vivid and I
could see the quiz very clearly in the dream. The next day, I walked into math
class and - boom! - the teacher announces we will be having a pop quiz. I sit
down like normal and proceed to take the quiz, and then it hits me: I dreamed
the quiz last night. I ended up getting a 100% on the quiz because I knew all
the answers in the dream.
Staring
Phenomenon by Kirk
People can tell when somebody is staring at them. Unfortunately, says Skeptical
Inquirer, the results may be no better than chance. However, when I was
in high school, a friend and I used to have fun if the movie was boring. We
would stare at the back of someone's head and visualize fire. Most people would
grab their necks or heads. Some even turned around. How many people ever look
behind themselves during a movie? It didn't make any difference how many rows
away they were. As I remember, it worked on most people - certainly more than
half. So the Skeptical Inquirer is wrong.
SLIder
Experience by mcrowe
I have had SLI experiences since I was very young. I never really said
anything to anyone, but my mom knew. Watches would always quit, lights going out
and so on. There was an article in the National Examiner of November 28,
2000 about the same events I experience.
Grandfather's Message by
Laurie A.
My mom and I went to Gaitlinburg, Tennessee in early March of 2000. There is a a
booth there where you can get old-fashioned photographs made for about $5, so we
agreed it would be sort of fun. We got all dressed up in our hats and
back-opened old fashioned dresses and umbrellas. We looked like we were right
out of the 1920s. We took the pictures and had two developed; one for mom and
one for me. A couple of months later, mine was still the same, but mom's had a
little spot on the very left corner - almost like it was being "eaten"
up. We didn't think much about it at first. Maybe something got on it? So we
ignored it and went on about our lives. A few weeks later, we noticed that more
of the picture was missing on the side where my mom stood. It was up to her
ankles now. I, of course, was getting worried and so was mom, but we still just
shrugged it off. The next time we looked at her photo, it was up to her waist -
totally "eaten" away. I decided I had enough of not knowing
what was going on, so I took the photo to an expert in town and had him look at
it to see what was wrong, to see if some chemical caused it, etc. According to him,
there was no explanation as to what caused it. He told us, "I can't find any
trace that it's been chemically altered, purposely or not. It was fine when the
picture was made, and once it dried it was still fine, so it was not the
developing. I don't understand it." No help there. At the end of November,
mom was sleeping on the day bed. It was early morning and she had been woken up
abruptly without knowing why. Everything was silent. She heard a man's voice
call her name. She listened more closely and recognized her dad's (my
grandfather's) voice. He was saying, "Baby, wake up, baby." He always
called her "baby" so she knew it was him calling her. She tried to talk back to
him, but his voice slowly left and all was silent again. The next day, she and I
took out the photo again (it was still framed) and looked to see the changes.
Now there was a man's face in the center of it. The face resembled my grandfather
so completely: his button nose and gray curly hair, his mournful eyes. When mom
saw it, she started to cry. She said, "Daddy is telling me I'm going to
waste
away if I don't do something about it." And somehow I knew that her
perception was right. It was like the face that took shape on our photo was
speaking to our souls.
Telekinetic
Powers by Sam K.
When I was really little, I would lie awake in bed at night and concentrate on
trying to move my door with my mind. And once out of the blue it worked! The
door just shut. I told myself that perhaps it was some kind of air pressure
thing. Later, around the age of 13, I was really mad at my brother, and a glass
sitting on the middle of a table flew up into the air and smashed onto the
ground. It was broken into so many little pieces that there was no way it just
fell. Creepier still, I took a "psychic test" and passed positive.
After this, I told a friend at school. He, being a skeptic, drew a shape on a
piece of paper and asked me what it was. I didn't have to think. "A
star," I said. He was thoroughly amazed, but passed it off as luck. Two
weeks later, I predicted the death of a friend of my bother's - and the way he
would die. He was killed within two hours.
Incubus
Victim by MPGKMG
I am relieved to hear that I am not the only one to have experiences with an incubus.
When I was a teenager, and just started to explore sex, these encounters began
to happen. As I would start to fall asleep, I would start to feel this presence
getting closer to me. I felt paralyzed and heard something like a loud humming.
When I would feel it touching me, I would try to fight it off, by thinking
"No," and forcing myself into consciousness. I would wake up then. A
couple times I saw the demons on top of me! One time it looked like a female
one. I became very cautious and scared to fall asleep. Whenever I felt that
presence getting close to me, I would fight it off mentally, and it would go
away. Eventually, they gave up. It 's been about 10 years since those incidents
have happened. But just recently, different strange occurrences have started. I
have been living in a very old house for four years now. The first occurrence
happened very early in the morning, before sunlight, when I just awoken. When I
woke up, I felt paralyzed. I started to hear voices. They sounded like a woman
and children. Then I saw an old woman and children flying through the air across
my bedroom. They left the room and I heard them fly through the house, then
leave. I was shaking the whole time, and did not want them to know I was awake.
After I didn't hear them anymore, I could move. The second occurrence happened a
few months later. Again I awoke about the same time of the morning and I felt
paralyzed. I remember hearing a static in the air and the room looked fuzzy. I
heard men's voices coming from the living room. It sounded like they were
playing a poker game. Then I heard and saw a very tall, large man walking in my
bedroom toward me. He walked right through me and out the wall behind me. As he
passed over my head, he said, "Fearsome." I was shaking like a leaf
and again felt like I couldn't move, but didn't even want to. I was too afraid.
When he left the house, the static sound went away, I could move and see more
clearly. This is my theory: I think when we are in that state of consciousness,
just about to fall asleep or just waking up, we are in a different dimension of
space. The dimension where spirits and demons roam. When we are in this
dimension, we can see them, hear them and sometimes feel them. That's just my
theory, though. I hope it never happens again.
Strange
Animal Sighting by
SNiculescu
One day about two years ago, I was walking and talking in the park with my
friend when all of a sudden I heard a noise to the left side of me. I looked and
saw this large black thing, maybe the size of a large dog. It looked right at
us, made a low grunting noise and ran away into the bushes. All I remember is
that it looked like something with a monkey-like face.
Playful
UFOs by Marti1225
When I was seven or eight, I always slept with my head near an open window so I
could see the sky. One night, a group of probably 50 or more lights - very small
- flew together across the sky in what I know now was "formation"
flight, except for the three in the lower, near corner. Those three kept getting
out of line and "playing around." They moved very rapidly around one
another, seeming to enjoy the chase, but knowing better than to get too far from
the others. This went on as the entire group crossed the sky and left my visual
field. UFOs? No idea, but they make me smile every time I think of them.
Money
from Heaven by
Anonymous
I was an unwed mother of an 11-month-old son. I was working during the day,
barely making enough to pay the sitter and rent. As my son was sick often,
medical and doctors' bills had already mounted. I made enough to purchase
formula, food and diapers for my son, but could only afford lunchmeat, bread,
chips and Instant Breakfast for myself. It was Christmas time. It was cold, wet
and I had to take the baby with me to the store. Having to pay a sitter during
the day was expensive, and I certainly didn't have enough to pay one to keep him
while I went to the store. We were parked at the store, and I remember thinking
to myself, "Oh, God! How am I going to get the things I need with only
$20?" That amount would cover diapers and formula but not the food we
needed to get by. It was a very cold, damp and windy night. I asked God to
protect my son, since there was no other way than to take him out in the
elements. As I got out of the car and put him in the grocery cart, I noticed how
dark and cold it was, and that no one else was anywhere in sight. Then, three
$20 bills blew up to me. Then the wind suddenly stopped. I could hardly believe
my eyes! I looked left, right and all around. There was no one else in the
parking lot! I knew somehow, somewhere God saw and heard my plight and sent
"money from heaven."
Out of
the Mist by
Anonymous
I was a single mother of one, desperately looking to fill the void in my life
since my divorce. I had met a cowboy-type, so different from myself, and thought
how fun, exciting and different he was. He made me feel beautiful and wanted
again, and he made special plans for my three-year-old son. Every weekend was
filled with dancing, horseback riding, picnics, trips to the beach and church.
Life was full again. Having no experience in the dating world, I believed all
the stories he gave for being late, working overtime or helping a friend. The
stories got more and more frequent, and I began to see him less and less. I felt
us drifting apart and worried, cried and prayed, but still I could not figure
out what had happened. One morning, very early (I'm not sure what time), I was
awakened. I'm not sure by what or whom, but I had a sudden impulse pushing me to
go to my friend Judy's house. She lived in the country, a good 20 minutes from
my house. It was damp and foggy, with a slight mist, but off I went. I had a lot
of time to think during the drive. I thought of the excuse he had given me the
night before. I remember thinking, "If only I could see for myself what
he's really doing, I'd know he's a liar and a cheat as foretold to me." No
sooner did the thought roll off my subconscious than "out of the mist"
came his truck with the truth: he and a much younger girl he had explained away
as just a friend. At first I thought I thought I was dreaming, but then realized
my guardian angel had revealed the truth to me in physical form. This experience
forced me to accept the truth and get on with my life. It is about 20 years
later now, and I have seen the fellow from time to time at different events in
our area. I am thankful my guardian angel cared enough to let me see the reality
of the situation. And as for the cowboy, he's still up to no good, pulling the
same scams on any innocent female he comes into contact with.
Saved by
Vision of Wife by
Maurice L.
During the last war, I was A bomber pilot stationed in Italy. Coming back from a
raid in 10/10ths cloud, we were completely lost. I was very frightened and
prayed, asking for God's help. A few minutes later my newly wedded wife's face
appeared in the windscreen, beckoning me to look out the other side of the
cockpit. I did and saw the guiding searchlights above the aerodrome. We landed
with our fuel tanks nearly empty. A full account can be read in my book, It's
Dicey Flying Wimpys Around Italian Skies.
Witness to a Miracle by
Marilyn B.
On October 11, 1998, my son Brandon was accidentally shot through his upper
right femur with a Marlin 30-30 deer rifle from a distance of two or three feet.
My husband and I were on our way home from church and I felt such a feeling of
discomfort or unease, and I began to pray for God to watch over my children. I
told my husband that our children were in grave danger and that we needed to get
home quickly. We arrived home and found our son in his blood-splattered bedroom,
holding his leg. I prayed for God to help me as I knew that Brandon had been
shot some five or so minutes earlier and this was a femoral artery injury, and a
person can bleed to death in as little as five minutes. I heard a soft,
masculine voice tell me to read Ezekiel 16:6. So I did. I had read the scripture
about three times, and something made me stop and look at his leg. The bleeding
had stopped - and I'm talking about a hole about the size of a man's doubled
fist. It took 25 minutes for the ambulance to arrive at our house and another 25
to 30 minutes to get him to the hospital. It took another hour to find a
vascular surgeon who informed us that he would remove my son's leg; after all,
he had no pedal pulses and that artery was completely obliterated. I told him
that he couldn't remove my son's leg because God was going to heal it. He looked
at me as if I had lost my mind. I'm sure that I looked pretty scary, covered in
my son's blood. They rushed Brandon into surgery, and after about an hour and a
half a surgical nurse that I recognized came out. I grabbed her and asked her
about my son. She told me that he was doing great and that his leg wasn't going
anywhere. Praise God! After surgery, when Brandon was in recovery, the surgeon
came to his hospital room and told us that he didn't understand what had
transpired. He had examined the leg and had seen with his own eyes the condition
of the damage to the artery. He knew that Brandon had no pedal pulses because he
checked them himself several times. However, when he ran dye into Brandon's leg
and X-rayed him from groin to ankle, there wasn't so much as a nick in that
artery. He just couldn't understand what had happened. I just looked at him and
reminded him that I had told him that the Lord was going to heal Brandon - and
He did. Brandon also had eight inches of femur shattered and blown away from the
wound. The following January, I took Brandon to visit his orthopedist, whose
diagnosis was less than good. Brandon was going to be on crutches for another
couple of years - 18 months at the least. Brandon was going to have a severely
short leg, probably two or more inches shorter than the other. Everything was so
very discouraging. However, we continued to trust in the Lord and to pray. I
once again took Brandon to the orthopedist in April, and once again X-rays were
taken. The doctor came in and was very excited. He put up the X-rays from
January, which showed broken bits and shards of bone where the femur was
supposed to be, and then the X-rays from April which showed a complete femur!
Brandon had grown eight inches of brand new bone. Praise the Lord! Our son had
two more surgeries in January to remove the 16 half-inch titanium rods from his
leg. Other than a slight limp when he is tired, he is completely healed.
Coincidence, mind over body, medical skill? Not on your life. It was the healing
power of God.
UFO: A Five-Year-Old's
Memory by Jan T.
It was just about 35 years ago, and many miles west of St. Louis, that this
wonderful event occurred. A couple that owned a junk yard let my family live in
a very used and old camper trailer behind their house as we were very poor at
the time. I was playing between the trailer and their house with my German
shepherd, Ramma, at my side. The sun was going down, but there was still a
beautiful streak of turquoise in the sky as it met with the shades of lavender,
gray and pinks of sleepy clouds. I was five years old at the time, but even now,
years later, the events that followed that evening lie vivid in my memory. I
remember hearing the wind pick up above me and seeing the trees swaying in
circular motions. The dogs in the pen (Beagle hounds the owners of the junk yard
raised) started pacing the fence. Ramma was sniffing up at the air and looking
beyond the tree line. The wind, or what I mistook for the natural wind,
intensified with strength and noise and grew closer to where I was playing in
the dirt. While still sitting on the ground, I used my feet to turn my body
around in a half circle. My blond hair was rushed back behind me from the steady
wind that pulsed all around. What my eyes beheld will forever be with me, inside
my heart, as the most awesome and beautiful object I've seen so far in this life
time. The craft was huge: wider in length than height, saucer shaped and
appeared to be the width of numerous houses put together, or, to my child's
mind, as big as the elementary school I attended. It hovered, seeming to float,
and the center of it was a band of colors that whirled around it in steady
motion like a moving belt around it's waist. It was about two acres away from
where I sat, or two "backyards" away, as I remember repeating back
then when retelling the story. The whirling of the "magical colored
belt" seemed to emit a pleasant melody at the same time, and when the tune
slowed, so did the racing of the multicolored lights. From below the vehicle,
which hovered about two stories over the ground, a door or hatch actually opened
sideways and a great light escaped from the belly of the craft. What appeared to
be a set of stairs made from clear acrylic slowly began to expand from the light
downward. Then, the most extraordinary thing took place: I heard my name being
called to me from the object. Whether it was only inside my mind or actually
being gently called from the craft, I heard my name being beckoned. I stood to
follow that voice. Ramma, beside me, was not nervous or frightened either, and
we both began our walk toward this object. Half way there, the woman that owned
the junk yard, Pearl, came running up behind me and swooped me up in her arms,
screaming at the same time and firing her shotgun at the object. I tried to
fight her. I wanted down! I wanted to continue walking toward it! She dropped
me, but still had hold of my collar and was trying to drag me away, to get back
to the house. I watched the beautiful stairs disappear back into its belly, the
colored lights speeding up in their race around in a circle, and felt the wind
picking up. When my mom heard the commotion outside with all the shotgun blasts,
she came rushing out the back porch of Pearl's house and witnessed the bottom of
the craft shoot straight up into the sky like a rocket and then shoot sideways
out of site. I remember crying with sadness for a long time afterward. I
remember a lot of white trucks coming out the next day with many men in white
suits and helmets. They went over the ground and wrecked cars that the vehicle
had hovered over with strange instruments, taking pieces of just about
everything and putting them in bags. I remember a man that reminded me of a
doctor checking me over, and also Ramma and Pearl. For days, I waited and
watched the skies for its return. Even then, at the age of five, I felt a
connection to its existence; it felt like "wanting to go back home." Like a
baby cries when it's born, wanting to go back to a spiritual state of safety,
love and comfort, I too had that feeling of wanting to go back to something.
Where or what that something is, is something I've searched for ever since.
Forever doing research on religions, the world that was, the world to come, the
afterlife, where the soul comes from and where is it going. Looking for its
original "'home." Looking for the Creator. Believing that He did not stop with
just creating this planet or this universe. Always knowing there were other
spectacular places in this tremendous expansive realm we call "outer
space."
Other works of art that the Creator has shaped and formed... other worlds, other
races, other souls.
Call from
Dead Grandfather by
Judy W.
Sometime in 1999, our phone was out. My mother was at work and I was asleep when
the phone rang and woke me up. I answered the phone but didn't hear anything. I
listened and then this man said something that I did not understand, so I said,
''What?'' Then the man repeated himself. He said, 'Iis this the barber shop?''
and I said, ''No.'' Then I didn't hear anything else. The phone sounded dead, so
I hung up. But I soon realized that the person sounded exactly like my
grandfather, who had been dead for four or five years. The phone wasn't even
working at the time it rang, because after it had rung I picked it up and the
phone was still out! I'm convinced it was my grandfather.
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