Spoon Bender
by Piper X.
I have never thought of myself as being telekinetic. I am 13 years old and I
believe that I have some sort of special ability. One night I was watching a
show about psychics and telekinetics. This one guy bent all these spoons with
his mind (and I have never been a skeptic about anything like this), so I
thought maybe it was worth a try. Well, we (my family and I ) went to this
restaurant in our neighborhood. I picked up a spoon and just stared at it and
concentrated. All of a sudden, it just started to bend! I'm serious! I was so
freaked out that I dropped the spoon. I didn't think about it the rest of the
night. But this began to happen more often - even when I wouldn't look at the
spoon. It is actually kind of cool. But my parents are real skeptics and they
make jokes like, "We're not going out to eat unless you promise not to bend
any spoons." Ha ha, really funny. Well, I am a big fan of your website and my
favorite part is the little retropsychokinetic experiments (like the pendulum,
bell curve, and clock face). I seem to do well on tests like those.Use the Force,
Jason! by
Jason G.
Unlike other people's, my dreams sometimes come true. My first experience was in
the sixth grade (I'm in eighth now). I was in class and the teacher was giving
us a survey - questions like, "If you were a house, would you be made out of
wood or brick?" The minute she started the survey, I had a strange feeling of
déjà vu. I actually answered her question about the house while she was just
starting to ask it. The next noticeable experience was when I was up in Cape Cod
Massachusetts, and I had a dream that I was on a boat, whale watching. This wasn't strange since I knew my cousins and I were going to go whale watching the
following day. The paranormal part is that I remember hearing the captain say, "You can see that the whales don't really have a specific look to them." The
next day he said that, and once again I had the feeling of déjà vu and was
able to complete his sentence. I had one experience with telekinesis as well. I
was at the movies seeing Star Wars: Episode 1 (yuck) and I had my drink
on the armrest. My mind got very clear, and I looked down at the cup. It started
moving up the armrest. I wasn't thinking/telling it to move, just feeling it. I
was thinking with my subconscious mind. Thank god it was dark and no one saw. I'd like to develop my
"powers" so by the time
I'm an adult I can be
experienced and powerful.
Young Fox
Mulder by
Stealth
This story is one of my investigations. It starts with a girl I will name Jenny
who made a demonic symbol. She knew that I know a lot about the paranormal, and
since there's no Ed and Lorraine Warren around, she asked me to go. The
following day I went. As I entered the house a great force came upon me, and
since it was my first investigation, I fell to the ground from being off guard.
Right after that, I could smell the staleness that was in the air. At that
moment, I heard what sounded like my brother say my name. Spooked, I looked to
where the sound was coming from. It was a closet. I approached the closet, took
out my cross and commanded it to show itself. All it did was laugh at me. I got
irritated about that, so I sprinkled holy water at it then told it to leave.
After that we heard continuous banging upstairs. Then the spirit laughed at me
and started to say everything I had on my mind. At that point I got real angry,
which I shouldn't have, and ran upstairs. At that moment, ten psychic slashes
appeared on my left arm, then on my right arm the word "Hi" was slashed on
it. I calmed down and went through many cold spots, then felt a jab come into my
side. It was so hard I fell to the ground. Then two kicks hit me in the ribs.
Then I got up, took out a cross and wore it, hoping this would help me a little.
I told the spirit to show itself; it didn't so I had to provoke it. I told it
that it was a weak spirit, afraid to show itself to me. Then it did. I saw a
red-shawdowed figure of mist in front of me. I sprinkled holy water on it, which
got it mad. Then all hell broke loose. First my bag, which contained all my
equipment, was thrown down the stairs. I was thrown into a room. Then items
started to lunge at me. After getting hit a few times and dodging them, I prayed
for help, and everything temporally stopped. I ran downstairs and outside so I
could get a priest. The next day, two priests arrived to perform a blessing. As
I watched, I could see odd lights move around the house and heard a lot of
banging. When the priests finished, it all stopped.
Conversed with
Dead Aunt by
Aurora Borealis
These events are second-hand knowledge to me, since I was much too young to
really remember them clearly. My mother and my grandmothers have assured me that
they are not pulling my leg. I was born in March. My godparents were my uncle
and my aunt (my mother's brother married my father's sister). My godmother/aunt
died shortly after I was born. I was advanced in development and spoke clearly
just after 12 months. My mother reports that as early as I had started speaking
clearly and in complete thoughts that I would stay awake in my room talking to
myself. As months passed, she noticed that I was having "conversations" and
that I was referring to my godmother/aunt. Mom says that this went on for
months, and she finally spoke with my grandmother (my aunt's mother) about it.
Extremely curious, they began to engage me about my conversations. Mom says that
family members would ask me questions about who I was talking with at night and
I would always respond, "Debbie" (my aunt's name). My other grandmother was
extremely skeptical and insisted on showing me pictures and having me pick out
Debbie. I was able to pick her out several times. In her wedding picture I
pointed out that "this is the nightgown that Debbie wears." This startled my
grandmother who had her daughter buried in her wedding gown. Becoming a novelty
to the family, more pictures were passed around. Mom says that I later
identified Debbie's uncle by name, who passed away years before I was born. I
was raised in Virginia Beach and my grandmother immediately began to have an
interest in the spiritual world. Mom reports that grandmother visited many
psychics and asked to take me with her. Mom never agreed, but tells me that
grandmother found friends at a nearby center of enlightenment who insisted that
Debbie was trying to communicate with or through me.
Disappearing
Rosary by
Andrea M.
My rosary was a gift from a priest friend of mine. He brought it back from Rome
and it was blessed by his Holiness the Pope. For 30-something years now I have
said my rosary each and every night. After I'm finished, it goes under my
pillow. I never get out of bed once I get in because I need my wheelchair, so
sleepwalking is not an option. But from time to time, my rosary just vanishes. I
used to ask my daughter, when she came over, to look under the bed, but she
never saw any sign of it. Sometimes it's gone for a week or more! Then, just as
fast as it vanished, it reappears just where I left it. I never look for it
anymore because who ever takes it, always gives it back. I just say out loud,
please say a prayer for me too.
Missing Cookie
Jar Lid
by Robert M.
A few years ago I had an office in a warehouse building. Having a sweet tooth, I
had a cookie jar in the office, which always had cookies of some kind in it. One
day I removed the lid and took some cookies. I replaced the lid, but for some
reason it came off, dropped to the floor and rolled out of sight making a loud "clunk" when it stopped. I searched the room and did not find the lid. A few
weeks later I moved to another office and systematically removed each item from
the room carefully and searched every square inch of the empty office, all the
furniture as it was removed and never found the cookie jar lid. Was the "clunk" the sound of it passing through to another dimension?
Teddy's
Funeral
by Della M.
In 1995 I met this guy, Teddy, at a friend's birthday party. We hit it off and
became friends. He wanted more than friendship, but he drank too much for me to
feel good about a love relationship. So we worked it out and stayed friends.
Teddy's drinking and other health problems became more serious and he would
check in and out of the veteran's hospital. (He was a Vietnam vet.) Every
morning before six he would call me and leave a message on my answering machine.
He would say, "Good morning, beautiful. I know you are getting ready for work
and I just want you to know that I am thinking of you." In early March 1997,
Teddy went on a real drinking binge, fell and hit his head. He was admitted to
the V.A. My girlfriend Dona, who was also his friend, said that she would be
going to see him the next weekend. On March 10, I was napping that evening on
the sofa. All of a sudden, I felt a cold breeze blowing in my face. I jumped up
and there was nothing except the angel teddy bear that Teddy had given me on
Valentine's day - it was sitting on the sofa arm right above my head! That
bear had always set on the table across the room. I live alone, the doors were
locked and I know I hadn't touched that bear! I tried to convince myself that
somehow I must have moved it, but I knew deep down I hadn't. On March 12, one of
my friends at work wanted a newspaper, but only had a quarter, so I gave her the
other quarter and said we could share the paper. She took the part she wanted
and gave me the ads, horoscopes, obituaries, etc. I put the paper in my lunch
bag, intending to read it when I got home. By the time I got home I was tired
and busy, so I just tossed it in the trash under the kitchen sink. Sometime
around midnight, I awoke and started acting very strangely. I stood straight up
in the bed, jumped off the bed and walked into the kitchen in the dark and
pulled the trash from under the sink and dumped it in the floor! I felt like I
was being maneuvered by some strange force. I went over and turned on the
kitchen light, dug the paper out of the trash and turned immediately to the
obituaries. There was an obituary for Teddy Lynn Bryant. He had died on Monday
the 10th. I couldn't believe it was him, but it was! I called Dona and asked her
why she didn't tell me. She was shocked because she didn't know either. Dona was
so upset and we were both crying. Then it occurred to her that his other friends
probably didn't know either, and his funeral was that next morning at 10. She
called and got the word around. The next day at work I was discouraged, thinking
I couldn't make it to his funeral. The manager said go ahead and go, so I took
off, not sure where the funeral home was in the small town. It was an hour's
drive and I made perfect time and got there five minutes before 10, right before
the casket was closed. When I looked at him, I immediately knew he wanted me
there to see him off. I felt so peaceful and like I had done exactly what he
needed for me to do. This was a sad but good experience. I have since moved far
away and I still have the angel bear. Every once in a great while I will wake up
and look across the bedroom, and for just a little bit I feel Teddy's presence
and I just say, "I still think of you and I am glad you came to visit." The
feeling soon vanishes and I go back into a restful sleep.
Trips Trigger
Past Life Recall
by Donna
In recent years I traveled extensively for my job. There were several times when
I visited a city for the first time I had what I call "a time-splitting
experience." I was in Chicago with a business partner. There was a song on the
radio - I have never heard it before or since - and the song reminded me of
the music from the 1920s. I made the comment to my friend about how Chicago must
have been during the '20s. As we turned the corner downtown in the old part of
Chicago, I started seeing that area with old '20-type cars, horse-drawn
carriages, people in that era's clothing, etc. Then in milliseconds it would
flash back to the present time. This occurred for several minutes, flashing
between the 1920s and 1988, back and forth. As I turned the car off and the
music stopped, so did the experience. Then on another travel experience, the
same business partner and I were in St. Augustine, Florida. I made a comment
about how that city was during the time of the pirate ships, etc. I could just
feel them in the air. As we walked down an alley, I told her I felt as if I had
been there before, even though in this lifetime I had never been. Then I
described what I thought was around the corner: a house with a particular
description, specifically how it looked, the carriageway, the color, etc. I had
never been there before and had never been in that alleyway in this lifetime.
When we turned the corner, the house, just as I described it, was there. A few
years later I had a past-life regression experience, verified by dates and
names, and re-experienced my lifetime with that same business partner in that
house in St. Augustine. I believe that somehow being in the places where I once
was in previous lifetimes triggered these experiences.
There Goes the
Neighborhood
by Marleykins
My daughter and I have lived in a rented house for 12 years. It's in a small
city called Miami Springs (pop. approx. 13,000), which is within the larger city
of Miami. A few years ago we decided to walk the dog around the neighborhood
very late at night. As usual, we passed the local "haunted house." Although
we had lived there many years, we had never seen anyone come or go from the
house. The shades were always drawn tight, yet the mail seemed to be taken in
regularly. As we walked past the house on this evening, we noticed a small,
white compact car parked on the lawn directly in line with the front steps. As
soon as we passed the point of the rear passenger doors, the engine started.
Needless to say, we both freaked - the main reason being that we could clearly
see the instrument panel with all the lights lit and nothing blocking the area
around the steering wheel. Nothing there but pretty green dashboard lights. My
daughter wanted to run home, but I have experienced many incidents of psychic "aromas." I often smell cigar smoke or perfume where there is none, and I
wanted to see what was up with this. But then the car started to move and it
pulled onto the road in front of us, made a turn and went off. We were only a
block away from home so I decided to run home, get my car and see if we could
follow it. My daughter was not amused, but she felt safer being with me than
being home alone, so she came. I drove back to the house made the same turn and
then followed a main avenue across town. We looked right and left. This isn't a
large place and nothing goes on past 9:00 p.m., so I was sure we'd see the car
if it was there. Sure enough, when we made a turn back onto a main drag, here it
came - straight at us down the middle of the street going about 5 mph with no
one at the wheel. I pulled to the right and the car drove on past. We both
craned our necks to see if maybe someone was hunched down at the wheel, but as
before all we could see were the green lights from the speedometer - no dark
shadows blocking anything. I made a U-turn and followed the car back to the
house where it parked in the same spot it had been in before. The engine shut
off and nobody got out, even though we stayed there watching for 20 minutes. The
next day, not even trusting what we had seen, we decided to pass by again (this
time in our car for a fast getaway). The car was gone, but there was a
smoldering fire at the base of a palm tree only five feet from where the car had
been parked. I can't explain any of this, and my daughter can definitely back me
up - but we don't go by there at night anymore!
Ghost with a
Full Bladder
by Pear
I grew up in an old house in a small town in northwest Montana. I was lying in
bed one night when I was about 14. It was about 11 o'clock and I was alone in
the house, my parents having gone out for the night. As I lay there trying to
fall asleep, I heard from the spare bedroom next to mine the sound of bedsprings
creaking, as if someone were sitting up in bed. This was unusual not just
because I was alone in the house, but also because there was no bed in that
room! If you were to look in that room, you'd only see cardboard boxes and
assorted storage items. So as I lay there, I heard the sound of feet slowly
shuffling outside my door. The hallway is L-shaped, with my bedroom situated at
the bend, with a perfect view of both sections of the hallway. From my bed I
could see no one or no thing in the corridor, yet the shuffling continued past
the turn and down the hall. As it passed my door, I had a perfectly clear mental
image of an old man with a walker wearing dark blue pajamas, bent over as if
concentrating on his walking. I did not see him physically, but it was a very
strong image, nonetheless. The shuffling reached the end of the hall and turned
left into the bathroom. I heard the door shut, then nothing for about five
minutes. Then the toilet flushed! I felt no fear during this encounter, but a
fierce excitement, and had to stifle a laugh as I heard the toilet gurgle. A
moment later the shuffling sound returned down the hall, pausing momentarily in
front of my door. I may be imagining it, but I had the impression of great
relief coming from the doorway. Then the sound went back in to the spare room,
the door was shut, and the bedsprings creaked once more. I fell asleep a little
while after.
Evil Spirit and
Protective Aunt
by Daniel D.
This all started when my family and I started hearing noises. They were not
threatening or harmful. They were the voice of my Aunt Angela. This scared us
temporally, so we called spirit investigators who said they'd be there in a
week. During this week, Angela said that she loved us and wouldn't harm us and
after a while we got used to her. Then on a Friday, the investigators showed up.
We told the investigators Angela wasn't harmful, and the lead investigator said
that they could save her and send her to heaven.
Here's
what transpired during this cleansing:
Investigator:
(pointing a cross and spreading holy water) Speak the truth. Are you there, Aunt
Angela?
Angela: Yes, I see you are not evil. Please help me.
Investigator: I will help you go to heaven, Angela.
Angela: No! I must save my family!
Investigator: From what?
Angela: Evil.
Investigator: Do not worry; there is no evil in this house. I haven't
sensed any.
Angela: Promise the devil will not harm them!
Investigator: I promise!
Angela: Then help me to heaven.
The
investigator then sent my aunt to the light, and now she rests in heaven.
Although the following month we started hearing voices of anger and hate and
poundings on walls. My sister even got a three-clawed scratch that disappeared
as fast as it appeared. From this point I knew it wasn't my aunt and I called
the same investigator, who was sad that he wasn't ready and didn't listen to
Angela's warning. Since this investigator was a good man, he decided to come
back the next day and keep his word to Angela that nothing would happen. After a
long three weeks and five days, the investigator decided to get an exorcist and
ban this spirit. I did not watch what happened, but the investigator got sent to
the hospital with a three-inch piece of glass in his skin. We thanked the
investigator and the priest. We then had a party to celebrate it, but we didn't
tell our friends about why we were throwing it. And I must mention the
investigator was made star of the party by my parents. And thanks to him there
are no more spirits in my house. God bless him.
Spirit
Encounters
by Totemhome
At one time I was living in a triangular-shaped area known as Orangeville,
Maryland. My apartment was at the lower right hand point of the triangle, which,
I feel, gave the place specific psychic power. I had a friend living with me and
things hadn't been going so well. Since I am such an easy-going person, I wasn't
able to tell her to find someplace else to live. On this one particular night, I
was awakened by the fire alarm going off. I had a cat and a dog, both of which
were asleep on the bed. Neither were aroused by the sound, which I thought was
strange in itself. I got up to investigate. When I reached the top of the steps,
there was the back view of a female figure with pageboy-styled hair and wearing
a Daniel Boone type jacket in the living room. The living room light was on. I
could tell that she was doing some kind of a binding spell. I went back in my
bedroom and got the flashlight. When I got to the top of the stairs, she was
still there, doing her thing. I turned on the flashlight and shown it down the
steps. She wasn't there, and the light in the living room was off. I turned off
the flashlight and the light was on and she was still doing the binding spell. I
went to the bathroom and went back to bed. I wasn't afraid of her. I needed to
see her and know that she was there to help me, and I felt protected. The next
evening, we had a mild thunderstorm - a lot of rain, minimal thunder and
lightning. Again, I was in bed. All of a sudden, I saw a bright flash of
lightning and an immediate clap, clap, clap, clap, clap of thunder. I looked out
the window to see if a transformer had blown. Down the middle of the street,
walking away from my house, were perfectly implanted footprints. The next day, I
was telling my neighbor about them and we went outside. Down the middle of the
street were the perfectly implanted footprints. When I asked my friend if she
saw the lightning and heard the thunder, she said the lightning had come into
the house and was playing around on the foot of her bed. Less than a week later,
she moved. A day or two after she moved, I was looking out the bedroom window
and noticed that the footprints were no longer in the middle of the road. I
believe this experience was the spirit world assisting me so I could avoid a
very unpleasant earthly experience. I only saw the female spirit the one time,
but I could feel her presence frequently in the house. I found out later from
the landlady that her sister had argued with her mother and had committed
suicide in the house. When I saw a picture of her sister, I believe that was the
spirit who was helping me. About a year after this, her mother (who lived three
doors down in a house where all three attics were connected) was dying. One
evening, I spoke aloud to the female spirit. I didn't see her, but I spoke aloud
anyway. I explained that I knew that as a spirit she could leave the presence of
the house to go somewhere else, but that I knew the attics were connected and I
felt she could move through the attics. I told her that her mother lived two
doors down and that she was dying. I suggested that she try to go to her to help
her pass over. The mother died the next morning, and I never felt the spirit
again. I believe she got to her mother and resolved the issues between them and
they passed over together.
Unexplained
Dark Figure
by Karen A.
I did not sleep well from age 13 to 16 because of a dark figure that would show
itself in the form of a man and looked to be carrying a large knife. I know this
sounds like every other story of dark figures, but the difference is that at the
time, my father was abusing me in every way you can abuse a daughter. I would
stay awake all night because every time I fell asleep I would wake and hear
footsteps coming from the stairs. I would see the dark figure there and he would
be holding the blade by his side. I cannot explain the fear I lived with for so
long that this figure would be able to hurt me. Some time later, when I was
placed in a foster home, the dark figure disappeared from my life and mind. My
mother and I have talked a lot about my father's mental condition and the
horrible things he has done to me. One time she told me a story about when I was
a baby and she came into my room to check on me and found a dark figure looking
over my crib. She said she got so scared that she shut the door and left. She
said she thought I had a demon haunting me. I disagree. I think the demon was
tormenting my father instead, and I still believe the demon has never left him
to this day. Since those days I have not encountered any dark figures.
Dog Misses His
Owner by
Jhigh
In 1997 my son was killed. Shot in the head. The day after his death I was in
shock, of course. All the relatives were there. The German shepherd we had would
lie on his stomach and cry in a long drawn-out wail. My nephew said, "What is
wrong with this dog?" I said, "He needs a nerve pill." Months after my
son's death, his car was parked in the backyard. This dog would bite and
scratch at it, always when I was out there. I would come in and watch him from
the window. He was okay. Then he began to dig a large hole under the car. I
moved the car. Another hole was dug, along with the scratching and crying. One
day I opened all the car doors and let him smell inside, look for anything he
could see. My son loved this dog very much. The dog feels him.
Sees Ghosts All
Over by
Jennifer
I live in Memphis, Tennessee. For several years I have seen ghosts in the most
regular of places... the only hauntings or "scary" ghosts stories are the
angry ones. Most of the ghosts I see are just wanting someone to see them
because they don't know what the hell is going on, or why they are in these
situations. Most don't even know they are dead. They just can't understand
why no one will talk to them. I have spoken to many priests and ministers. I am
searching for information on fallen angels. There is a story I heard from a
homeless man who claims to have spoken to a fallen angel by the name of Faylon
or Faillon (the spelling I'm not sure about).
A Nose for ESP
Roger
When I was in my early 30s and learning about people having various degrees of
psychic ability, I wanted to know if and what I might have. Sometimes I would
think about or concentrate on friends whom I wanted to contact me. Results weren't consistent enough to know if it sometimes worked or if there were just
coincidences. While beginning to see one young lady friend, I thought how
perfect and more lovely she would look with a smaller nose. We got along well,
but it seemed pretty superficial to think that and probably embarrassing to
bring up such a subject to her. Besides, how could one ask someone to get a nose
job? Plus, probably neither of us could afford that. So, I thought if I focused
on it enough and concentrated on sending her the idea of downsizing her nose for
a more balanced facial design, maybe she would then want to do it herself. (I
was also working in design and film production fields.) Both having busy
schedules, we were out of touch for a couple of weeks. When we did talk again,
she shocked me with a bizarre story of inexplicably falling and breaking her
nose. She couldn't understand how she'd happened to fall, saying that she's just
not a clumsy person, and she was so embarrassed by it when trying to explain it
to friends and associates. After being scared that I might have caused this, I
did think that at least if she had to have it fixed anyway, maybe she could have
it "done." Of course she may not have cared about its size since it wasn't
all that big anyway. Maybe it was just my sense of design. I don't think I ever
brought it up directly, unless by kidding, but got the sense that she wasn't
interested in any change. With busy lives in a big singles city, I can't
remember what became of my friend, but it did seem to be a scary ESP experience.
I believe we all have some psychic ability, but I'm no psychic and haven't
cultivated it beyond use what I might have positively.
Disappearing
Keys by
Moira
While reading the 06-05 issue story about the disappearing objects, I
remembered one instance of a DOP (Disappearing Object Phenomena) that happened
to me years ago. I went to visit my aunt who lived in a small trailer out in the
country. It was a hot day and she didn't have air conditioning, so she covered
her couch with a cotton sheet, which made it much cooler and comfortable. The
couch had a wide back to it and when I sat down I laid my keys on the back of
the couch. About an hour later I was ready to go and I looked over at the couch
and noticed that my keys were gone. This didn't really bother me. I thought
maybe they had fallen to the back or maybe into the seat. We looked all around
the couch and into all the creases of the sheet that covered it. We even went so
far as to remove the sheet and check inside the cushion area, and then we moved
the couch to look behind it - all with no results. I was becoming frustrated
at this point and I helped my aunt to put the sheet back on the couch and tuck
it into the cushions. When I was finished tucking the last edge into the
cushions I straightened up and there were my keys sitting in the same spot that
I had left them when I got there! I was totally unnerved by this and my aunt
refused to acknowledge it and refused to talk about it after that. I think that
she would have laughed it off if we hadn't searched so thoroughly. I think she
was scared of whatever it was that was playing this trick on us that day.
Disappearing
Items by
Carla S.
In the last few months, several items of importance have disappeared from my
home. First, I will rule out possibilities of others because I live alone. I do
have cats that love to be mischievous, but the items they take are usually
jewelry. These items can be regularly found in their favorite drop-off point - their food or water bowl. Three items of significance can be noted that have
turned up missing without a trace: my eyeglasses, a favorite CD and one of my
favorite movies on video. My eyeglasses I can specifically remember putting in
the dresser drawer where I knew they could be found at a later date. I have torn
my house, my car and my mother's house upside down looking for them. My mother
has gone behind me, searching and re-searching. They have simply vanished
without a trace. My CD is a compilation of '70s disco music that I bought for
one song that I loved as a child; it too has vanished without a trace. The cover
is still around. I have, once again, torn up my living room and bedroom where I
keep my CDs. There is no explanation where it has gone. The third item that
disappeared recently is the two-hour movie of the British sitcom, "Absolutely
Fabulous." I have gone through all my tapes, looked behind my chest of drawers
and behind the entertainment center. Once again, it seems to have vanished into
thin air. I keep wondering what will turn up missing next.
Don't
Look Back by
A.W.
When
I was 12, I got sick. My mother said it was a 24-hour thing and so I stayed home
from school. It was a Wednesday and it was the first few weeks of spring. I
remember there was a warm front that day because all of the windows were open.
That night I lay in my bed shivering in agony because every bone in my body
ached and my stomach pains were unbearable. I was wishing that I could just die
when I heard an odd "huff" sound. It was as if someone was breathing out
rather heavily. Just, "Huff, huff, huff." I was lying with my face toward
the window and my back toward the closet. My bed at the time was a white twin
canopy. I could hear my bed creaking, but it was as if something were sitting on
top of the canopy. I was afraid that the four posts that held it up would
pop because the huffing and creaking was pretty loud. And then, just when I was
certain something would come tumbling down on me, it all stopped. I waited a
while before uncovering my head and checking the room out. There was nothing in
front of me and I could see pretty well because of the streetlights shining in
through the window. But just as I turned my head to look behind me, a great fear
came over me - complete dread because something was behind me and it leaned
over me. I will tell you this right now: it was pure evil. I was in shock and I
could barely breathe. To make matters worse, this thing was squeezing the left
side of my waist so hard. It was only a dark formation of a humanoid... not a
person. It hissed in my face. Then my vision started to fade, which I still
consider a miracle to this day because the thing was coming close enough for me
to see it - and I didn't want to! I had a feeling it was female though. Don't
ask me why. I fell into a deep, abysmal sleep. I blacked out. When I woke up the
next day, I could still feel the evil in the air. Two days later I got up the
courage to tell my superstitious grandmother what happened. She told me in all
seriousness that my visitor was none other than death herself paying me a visit.
To this day, no matter how bad I hurt, I never wish for death. But personally, I
think my visitor was something entirely different. When I remember that night (I
have chills right now just tell you this) I always wish for a long life and
sometimes I even wish for eternal life because if that thing was death, I am in deep
trouble.
Disappearing
Earring
by Claudia D.
About 25 years ago, when I moved into my first apartment, I had several
instances of what I could only believe were poltergeist phenomena. The scariest
happened one morning when I was getting ready for work. I was leaning over the
vanity in the bathroom dressing area rooting through my jewelry box looking for
the mate to the earring I had in my hand. Since I have a bad habit of just
throwing earrings down in (or around) the jewelry box, finding a mate to an
earring often is a chore. At this time in my life, though, I only had a few
pieces of "good" jewelry and the earring in question was part of a set I had
received from my sister the previous Christmas. As I was looking and wondering
where the mate could be, it suddenly flew into the box from over my
right shoulder and landed right next to my finger. I turned my head to look
over my shoulder, and the only thing there was my cat, sitting on top of the
hamper and looking wide-eyed into the bathroom doorway next to him. I said, "Did you see that?" to the cat, grabbed the earring and left the apartment.
Guess I should have said thanks to whoever returned my earring.
Dog
Tattle-Tails from babooki
I had been having personal problems and had been in a several-day slump. In this
slump I can become very negative, and I suppose sometimes mean. My son lives 85
miles from me, and his dog Buddy has always lived with me. This one night, after
a very miserable day, I found myself with a very short fuse. It was about 11:30
at night when I decided to have a cup of hot cocoa. While returning to my chair
in the living room, Buddy had gotten in my way, thus I spilled my cocoa. I
abruptly turned in rage and yelled at Buddy. Exactly at the time I yelled, I was
reminded of a promise I had made to my son: not to verbally abuse his dog when I
am not in a good mood. The very moment I turned to Buddy and began my apology to
him, the phone rang. I knew it was my son. I answered the phone. "Hey, daddy,
it's me, Jon. I just had a terrible dream about Buddy. Is Buddy okay?" I was
happy to report that he was okay.
Sees Things
Before They Happen by gwglinda
I have had a couple of psychic experiences. From the everyday (think of a song
and it comes on the radio, or think of someone and then they call or you see
them) to something much deeper, and yet so easy and natural that it was not
until after I realized what I did that it seemed "different." The first
incident happened about 22 years ago. My son was sitting in a highchair and I
went to put some laundry into the linen closet, which was maybe 25 feet away. As
I was putting the towels in the closet, in my mind I saw him falling out of the
highchair. There was no question in my mind that it was really going to happen
and I wouldn't get there in time to prevent it. As I turned around, I saw
exactly what I just saw in my mind happen before my eyes! The second time was
about eight years later. My husband (then boyfriend) and I had a big fight. In
the process of throwing him out of my house, I took his drawer and emptied it in
the backyard, which was full of leaves. In the drawer was a very special knife
that his grandfather had given him. We made up and collected his things from the
yard - all except the knife. We looked and looked, but couldn't find it. A
few days later, I was standing at the back door - not even thinking about the
knife. I walked down the steps, moved some leaves with my foot and picked up the
knife - like I knew it was there without even thinking about it! I didn't
consciously think, "I know where the knife is and I'm going to get it." It
seems I was guided there and had no say in the matter until I realized what had
happened and was a bit freaked out. Did I do this on my own? Was I guided? Will
I ever know the answers?
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