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Freaked Out!
by B. I was lying on a couch in my uncle's home a few summers ago. Lying there, staring at the ceiling, I decided to sit up, grab the remote and watch some TV. I think it was 1 a.m. or so - not really sure. As soon as I sat up I saw a figure leaning over my brother! It looked like it was made out of some kind of light, like what you might think static electricity would be made of it had some solidity, but most of it was transparent. As soon as I looked at it, its eyes and head turned and looked straight into mine. It curled its hands up towards its chest and moved from where my brother was sleeping and started to "float" past a footrest by the chair where my brother was sleeping. At that moment I was able to see what this thing looked like from head to toe. It was definitely male - I could tell by the facial features: long hair, incredibly large eyes and old clothing It struck me odd that this thing was wearing clothes, not to mention that the clothes were all torn up and shredded. I noticed something else that kind of freaked me out: it did not have feet! Instead, the torn "clothing" dropped over where its feet should of been. It continued to float, staring at me for a good 20 seconds until it faded into a wall, never keeping its eyes off me. At that point I got over to my brother. He was as white as a ghost (excuse the pun). He didn't look like he was breathing either. I freaked out. I shook him until he got up. He told me the next morning that he was lying there on the chair asleep, yet not asleep. From what he said, he was completely awake and totally paralyzed. He was not able to breathe either, but felt an extreme pressure on his chest. He said he could see everything around him, including me looking at him in a strange way. He also said that he saw geometric shapes coming "out" of himself towards the ceiling. The only way he could make any sense of it was to describe it as if he were being pushed out of his body. This is was I have gathered from the incident: by looking into this thing's eyes for as long as I did, I could tell it had some intelligence behind it; it had a purpose; it knew what it was and it knew what I was. |
| For being selected as the "Coolest Story of the Month," B. is receiving a free copy of Celtic Mysteries in New England, courtesy Llewellyn Publications, St. Paul, MN 55164-0383. |
Unexplained Nosebleeds
by Eunice R.
I have never experienced anything "paranormal" in my life, so far...
but I can tell you this. One night, some years back, while lying in bed with my
husband, he awoke to a nose bleed. Oddly enough, my nose began bleeding also.
Mind you, I never get nose bleeds.
A Curse of Curses by David M.
I don't recall the first time I placed a curse, but I know there have been three
of them, and they were all swift and final. The second one was placed on the
driver of a black Mercedes coupe shortly after leaving the Nurburgring racetrack
in Germany. Traffic was bumper to bumper at a crawl along the winding hillside
road when he came shooting up on my left, barely missing me while trying to
avoid an oncoming car. As he speed away up the oncoming lane I uttered my curse
to have him run off the road. Traffic came to a complete stop for a while, but
as we started to move again, just around the next curve, there was the black
Mercedes well over 100 feet down the hillside wearing a large tree as a hood
ornament. My third curse hit too close to home and still bothers me. I was in my
mid 20s, not yet married, and returning back to barracks late one night. As I
approached a stop at a highway intersection, a car came around the corner from
my left, veered straight at me, causing me to run the sidewalk, barely missing a
storefront. Without thought I blurted a curse... wishing he would run into
something. Only seconds before I has passed a group of young people, and it was
one of these that the "drunk at the wheel" hit and killed. The girl
was the 13-year-old daughter of a fellow worker, and the drunk... he was a
fellow worker as well. I now try to keep my tongue in check.
Death Dream by Kim C.
It was 1986 and I had moved to California on a journey to see something new and
be by the ocean. My parents had decided it would be nice to retire and come on
out so they followed me a few months later in a camper and parked on my property
for a few months. During that time we lost touch with my sister and her children
due to the living arrangements while traveling. My mother and sister were
usually bickering about something or other, so a lot of times not even on
speaking terms for months on end, this being one of those times. In 1987 I
decided to move back to my original home and my parents followed and resumed
residence at their home. I remember my mother saying when we returned how she
was upset that there were no Mother's Day cards, birthday cards or holiday cards
at the post office box from my sister while they had been out there with me,
knowing she could not contact any of us by phone. I again decided to venture on
a business deal for a few weeks to Wyoming in March of 1988. I was talking to my
mother on the phone to tell her I would be back on the next weekend. My mother
said, "I had the strangest dream the other night - probably nothing, but it
is just really bothering me for some reason. Your sister came to me in this
dream and said, 'Mom, there's been a death in the family.' " I asked her
how she appeared, just out of curiosity, and mom said it was a side view of her
and she was dressed in white. I told her not to worry about it and that I would
look into it when I got back if she was still bothered. When I got back to town
I called information for the town (not too far from us) that my sister lived in
and they gave me the number. When her boyfriend answered, he said, "She's
not here right now." I asked when she'd be back, and he said, "Well,
she's not coming back. She died." It happened in a car accident when she
and her boyfriend were coming back from vacation and he fell asleep at the wheel
- two years earlier! He said everyone tried to locate us, but could not find me
or my parents due to the circumstances. Later my now husband and I were up
visiting her grave and I was sitting there thinking I wish you could be at my
wedding and I hoped I was doing the right thing by marrying my fiancé. Just at
that exact moment my fiancé walked over, bent down in front of me and picked up
a four leaf clover and handed it to me. I knew that was my answer from her.
Attacked by Demons by Dee F.
I have been attacked while in deep sleep. The full story is too long, but my
bedroom was always well lit by streetlights .I was asleep when I was forcibly
''shoved" into my mattress. There was no strangling, but the force was so
hard I could not breathe. I was instantly awake, my room was like pitch. I tried
to move, but could not, so I struggled to get one word out - that word was
"Jesus." Immediately the demon left. My mother burst into my room
saying that the Holy Spirit had woken her and she felt the presence of the demon
and started praying. I haven't been hit like that since, but my wife has had
worse attacks as she was conceived in a satanic ritual. She has woken up with
bruises on her from these attacks. Now it hasn't happened for along time. They
who call on the name of Jesus will be saved! Simple, really.
ESP Through Dreams by Gjc279
When I was about 11 years old, my entire family (parents, aunts, uncles cousins)
went to visit family friends in a rural part of Northern California. The couple
lived in a two-bedroom mobile home on several acres of land. Because we were
such a large group, there was room for just a few people to sleep inside.
Everyone else brought tents and camped outside. It was my first camping
experience and I thought it would be fun to sleep in a tent, so I claimed a
stake in my aunt and uncle's tent. My parents decided they would sleep inside
the house. That night I slept wedged between two cousins in this huge tent. It
turned out to be a very cold night and no matter which way I turned I was
unbearably cold. (I think everyone else had had so much to drink that the cold
didn't bother them.) It didn't feel like I was fully asleep, but I had a dream
that my mother came to the door of the tent, woke me up and took me inside the
house. When I awoke, I realized that I was still in the tent. I finally got up,
took my sleeping bag and braved the night to reach the house. I went inside and
found my parents asleep on the living room floor. I lay down next to my mom and
fell asleep in the nice warm room. The next morning, I told my mom about the
dream and she told me that she had had a similar dream. She new how cold it was
and went out to get me. Her dream was so realistic she knew I would be sleeping
next to her when she awoke.
Another time, when I was in Junior High, I spent the night at my best friend's house. It was a warm summer night, but I dreamt that it was raining. In my dream I could hear the rain beating on the metal awning over her bedroom window. Her father entered the room and woke me up to tell me it was raining. It was a silly dream, but I told her about it the next morning. She asked her dad if it had rained (although there was no evidence that it had). He looked at her strangely and told her that he had had a dream that it had rained and even woke his wife to ask her if it was raining.
Haunted House by Rachel Thomas
I used to live in a haunted house. In fact, we were in a book called The
Pocono Ghost Book. A huge family was massacred by the Indians and their
souls are still wandering. We had many, many experiences with the children of
the family. We started using the Ouija board and I found a spirit, a little boy,
who was killed by an axe by a man he thought was his father. A few years later,
I decided to use my board again. The spirit located me again and led me to his
grave. Interestingly enough, on the gravestone was a carving of a little boy
with a man behind him, and behind the man, an Indian with what was probably
their version of an axe back then. I believe the Indian killed the boy, but the
boy thought it was his father. When I reported back to him, he seemed to be at
peace with this information and I have never heard from him since. I've
communicated with spirits for years, but this was the first
"interactive" type of experience I ever had.
[Rachel Thomas is the About.com Guide for TV/Movies
for Teens.]
Ghost Ship by David M.
I have never seen a ghost of a person, although my mother has had that
experience. What I have seen was a ghost ship on Lake Ontario in the 1950s. I
was with my parents and two sisters, driving west from Kingston, Ontario. Off in
the distance we all could see a sailing vessel, with all sails in the wind. As
we got closer, more detail of the ship was visible, but there was no color - it
was grayish, like a cloud. As we got within one or two miles from this sight, it
began to dematerialize, so that when we were as close as we could drive... there
was nothing but a large patch of mist between two very small islands. Five
people in our car saw this. More than 30 people, in fact, reported it. So much
interest was generated that a short while after, the Kingston Whig Standard
sent two divers to the site who found the lost remains of a ship, which as I
recall was lost in the early 1800s.
Telepathic Experience by Marion H.
Recently we dropped my sister Vanessa off at school for pictures. When she was
done, she was suppose to call us around 10, 11 or 12. I was sitting in the front
room and sensed her presence. Then the phone rang and I ran to it. By time I got
to the phone, the answering machine got it, so I was listening to see who it
was. But they didn't say anything. It then became 12:00 and my mom and I went
looking for her, but couldn't find her anywhere. At 2:12 I fell asleep and had
this dream: We were looking for Vanessa, then came back home. I went to my mom
and told her something happened to Vanessa. She followed me to the bathroom and
the shower was going. My mom pulled back the curtains and Vanessa was taking a
shower. I screamed at her, asking where she had been all this time. And she said
calmly, "I was at Chenelle's house." I asked her what was she doing
there and she turned and said, "I will tell you later." At this point
I woke up and looked at the time. It was now 2:22. I looked at the door and
Vanessa walked in. I said, "Where have you been?" - just like in my
dream. Also like my dream she said calmly, "I was at Chenelle's
house." When I heard, this I got a chill. Later on, as she said in my
dream, she told us the reason she had gone to her house. This is the fourth or
fifth time just this month that I had thought or dreamed about something and it
happened.
Scrabble Ouija by Mel B.
My friends and I made a Ouija board with Scrabble pieces and played with it one
day after school. I'm now 24 and still have dreams about the day it happened.
Mainly I remember that it called itself "Mephistopheles" and then it
pointed to myself and another girlfriend and "named" us Faegod and
Raegod respectively. It told me something bad was going to happen to my sister,
Narelle, and the next week during school I found a piece of Scrabble board on
the ground beneath my feet with the letter "N" on it - and it appeared
to have been burnt in a fire. Obviously, I was terrified for my sister (who had
not taken part in the séance), but I don't recall anything bad happening to her
after that.
More Haunted Than Amityville
by olddoll
After moving in our home in December of 1992, things began to happen starting
the second night in the house and lasted for three years on a daily basis. The
dryer would go on and off for hours... the upstairs faucet would come on time
and time again... footsteps could be heard running on the upper floor with
crashing sounds and glass breaking... pictures fell off walls... doors
repeatedly slammed when there were no open windows... knocking... voices heard -
a child calling "mommy" over and over. The most frightening time was
when I was running late early one morning for work. It was February, 5 a.m. My
husband was warming up the car as I ran upstairs to get my daughter. No sooner
than I got to the second step, two sets of footsteps followed me up. As I
stepped into her bedroom, marching began outside my daughter's bedroom. My
daughter seemed lifeless for some reason - she wouldn't move or anything. She
was only five years old at the time. I picked her up and continued to the
doorway. As I approached the landing, the marching stopped. I clicked the light
switch off and held on the banister with my lifeless child and headed down the
steps. To my horror, the four footsteps continued behind me. Once I had turned
off the stair light, the house was in total darkness and the footsteps followed
me to the front door. I was sure I would die of fright. We had seem a man, a
woman, a young boy and a little girl. There was a guitar that would play by
itself all times of the day and night - even when we had company. The house was
blessed twice, but that made it worst. Christ's picture would go crashing to the
floor. There was jumping on the bed as we tried to sleep. Footsteps circled the
bed, hands touching. Things happened nearly every day until 1995. It was then I
realized what the spirits wanted me to know: They were killed by the neighbors'
sons and not the man's brother-in-law who was charged with the murder. You see,
the people who built our house in 1943 were killed here. Now I hope they can
rest.
Psychic Feelings by Lady6u9
As a child I could "feel" a sort of impending doom, but could never
really pinpoint to whom or what the doom would befall. My grandmother was a
great believer in the paranormal and told me to try and focus my energy to
better understand my "feelings." The one time I was able to focus my
"feeling" was when my cousin, whom I never met, died. I sat straight
up in bed and literally felt him leave, then I felt the empty space that he used
to occupy. I was 10 years old and my immediate family disregarded what I told
them, and even treated me as if I had done something wrong by telling them. When
I became pregnant with my first child, I decided to focus my energy to block my
"feelings." I was much too frightened to deal with it anymore. And I
succeeded in blocking it, or so I thought. I recently had a "feeling,"
only this time it was amazingly stronger and I could actually "feel"
the fact of the situation - it was no longer a blind sensation. I was in the car
with my children when I knew to look in my rear-view mirror. I said out loud,
"Be careful." I knew for a fact that a truck would be hitting a car in
back of me. So I pulled forward and made sure I had space between the cars in
front and back of me. Within one minute of doing this, a truck hit a car about
five to eight cars behind me. I've also been clearly seeing my husband's ideas.
The moment he thinks about creative things around the house or for dinner -
little things like that - I pick them up and they flow through my mind. I'm
constantly experiencing this. As a matter of fact, it just happened yesterday.
So now I'm even more frightened. I don't want to be able to see or know things
to come as a fact. Even if it could help me or others around me. And now I'm
experiencing these facts or ideas more clearly week by week. I'm completely
alone in my analysis of it, too. My husband thinks it's nothing. I think he'd
like to think I'm somehow making it up.
Little Boy Ghost by
Anita M.
Shortly after moving into our new apartment, I noticed that my then
eight-year-old son was looking pale with dark circles under his eyes. He wasn't
as sharp or very alert. Thinking it was the move that had him down, I asked if
he was sleeping okay. He told me he couldn't sleep because "of that little
boy playing with my toys all night." I thought he was just pulling my leg.
I was sure he ( my son ) was playing with his toys all night. So I let it
go. He started to sleep better and I forgot all about the conversation - until
the night my sister and I saw the boy ourselves. We were in my son's room
playing with his new gerbils and just shooting the breeze when we both saw a
little boy run past the bedroom door into my room. I told my sister that
sometimes the neighbor kids let themselves in to look for my son. I told her I'd
shoo the kid out and be right back. But on my way out the door, I ran into my
cat; he had just run out of my room. He was terrible looking - puffed up, ears
pinned to the side of his head, growling. My cat is a huge animal as it is -
he's the size of a dog and weighs almost 18 pounds. When I tried to step past
him he attacked my foot and bit and scratched my leg. In fact, I still have the
scars. I didn't bother to look for a child wandering around in my bedroom. I
knew nobody was going to be in there. In fact, my sister insisted we bring the
cat into the room with us and shut the door. When my cat saw me step back, he
followed me in. I shut the door and we stayed in there until our husbands got
home. We told them what happened and we all tried to laugh it off, but couldn't
really. We just never discussed it again.
Ouija Levitation by LadyMasque
This happened when I was nine years old. I'd spontaneously purchased a Ouija
board from the toy store because it looked like an exciting game. I'd never
heard of them before and had no idea what it was. Consequently, I was confused
when I brought it home and my mother became very angry when she saw it. She
said, "Those things are not toys. In fact, God forbids using them because
they're considered a tool of sorcerers and black magic." I was raised in a
very religious family. She didn't take it away from me, but I was scared to use
it. A few months later, though, during summer vacation, my sister and I decided
to take it out and give it try. The usual thing happened: nothing. My sister,
who is four years older, then decided to try and contact my dead grandmother,
Dorothy (called Dot), who died before I was born. We asked for our grandma and
the board spelled out, HELLO GIRLS. Before I continue,
it's important to understand how we were positioned in the living room. My
sister was sitting on the couch and I was sitting on the edge of the coffee
table. The board was between us on a large footstool. We'd been watching movies
earlier in the day and there was an orange plastic bowl of leftover popcorn on
the other side of the room on the floor. My back was to the bowl, but my
sister could see it clearly. Anyway, I was about to ask "grandma" a
question, when my sister took her hands off the planchette and screamed. She
cried, "Oh my God!" and pointed over my shoulder. I turned around to
see the bowl of popcorn hovering about two feet off the ground! For some reason,
I was really mad. I knew it wasn't our grandma, but something else. The
planchette was skidding across the board wildly with my hands still on it, so I
took my hands off it and cried, "Knock it off!" The bowl flipped over
and fell to the ground as popcorn scattered everywhere. The planchette stopped
skidding and flipped itself over. I believed mom's warnings after that! My
sister was so scared that she refused to ever touch a Ouija board again. I broke
the board in two and threw it away right then and there. It was a little too
weird for the both of us. I've played with Ouija boards since then, but nothing
as strange as that has ever happened again.
Menacing Ouija
by Catalyst P.
This may make me sound completely nuts, but Ouija boards have always reacted
quite strongly in my presence, whether or not I was participating by touching
the pointer. Two of the most bizarre experiences I ever had are as follows:
In British Columbia in 1994, I was staying with a friend and often the pointer would move on the board without us touching it. The main spirit we communicated with was named Hedi and she said that in a past life she and my friend and I had been family and we were witches. Often Hedi would give us advice on collecting stones and how to cleanse them... what sort of day we were going to have... that my boyfriend and I were going to break up when I returned to Ontario... lots of things. There was also another spirit known only as XY who would often try to force Hedi from the board. It was a brash, cocky, annoying spirit that we had no desire to communicate with. It warned us not to mock it - or else. We laughed, somewhat uneasily, and left the board to go upstairs. As we passed the window, we looked into the backyard and a garbage container was on fire! We tried to put the fire out, but it burned and completely destroyed the container and then dissipated. We stopped using the Ouija. A few years later, when my friend was visiting Ontario, we made a makeshift Ouija to contact Hedi again to let her know that she had not been forgotten and she warned us to stop because XY was lurking.
My other story one is even odder. A friend had a sort of blind dinner date at a guy's apartment and was afraid to go alone, so she roped me into coming along and being set up with his roomie. After dinner, they wanted to play with their Ouija. I refused. It was exactly nine months from the day my father had died and I was feeling pretty out of it. I was wearing jewelry he'd given me as well as one of his T-shirts and one of his sweaters to feel closer to him. The room was dark and I began to feel as if the oxygen was leaving the room. They asked the Ouija who it wanted to speak to and it began to spell out my childhood nickname. (Cheryl didn't know it because she was a fairly new friend; she'd never even known my Dad.) I made a noise and said "No," then told Cheryl I wanted to leave right then and there. They asked who it was and it spelled my father's name (and again, no one there knew it). I got upset and said I knew it was lying. The candles blew out and Cheryl screamed because she said she could not move her hands off of the pointer and neither could the boys. They were dumbfounded. I began to be choked by an invisible entity and I was writhing on the floor and calling for my dad to help me. Meanwhile, our friend had been set to pick us up at 8 p.m. for us to go out with him. He heard us screaming, he came in and everything seemed to rush out of the room. He dragged me out and locked me in the car and then went back in for Cheryl. We never spoke of it again. The guys tried to call us and apologize and get us to talk about the incident. We told them to leave us alone.
The Entity Amanda
by RoXyChIcK188
At age 7 I bought my first Ouija board. I have always liked horror, and when my
mom told me that "game is where you talk to the dead," I couldn't
resist! So I had played at my friend Ryan's house a lot when I was eight and he
was seven. We always played when it was dark. We talked to a bunch of people,
but each of us thought it was the other person moving it. One time we played and
got someone named Amanda. She said that she could come out. We didn't
understand, so we stopped playing. Ryan starting feeling cold and said he felt
someone breathe on his neck. Later that same day, Amanda must have been around
my house. No one was home. My sister was at a dance, my mom had gone to
pick her up and my dad had gone to my uncle's house. Nothing was happening. Ryan
and I just sat on my bed (in the basement) counting some fake money we had
stolen from my sister. All of a sudden we felt a breeze. We both looked at each
other. Then the dream catcher above my bed began to move. No air conditioning
was on then! Nothing but silence in the house. Ryan and I got up and ran
upstairs to the family room. There was a big light hanging from the ceiling and
a mirror to our left. I went over to turn on the stereo (to my right) when I
felt something move. I turned around and looked at Ryan, who had been behind me.
We both looked up and the light was shaking. We both screamed and ran up to the
third floor to Michelle's (my sister) room. She had a radio. Ryan sat on her bed
and when I went to turn it on, every thing on the shelf began to shake. We ran
out to my parents' room and called our parents. Nothing ever happen again.
Haunted Mascara
by CHRISBCH
I have been able to communicate with spiritual entities for as long as I can
remember. The more I recognized their existence, they started doing more things.
Like moving my things around. It has gotten to the point now where they take
care of me in a way. Let me explain first that I am not the only one who has
seen these things occur. I have had many friends that are with me. If I begin to
talk about them, they make things happen. Like radios will start blaring. Or
drawers will come out of the dressers in a strange manner. The top drawer will
always be all the way open, and all the way down the drawers will be closed a
little more until the bottom drawer where it is almost all the way closed. When
I try to throw things away, they put them back into their proper place. Like my
darn mascara. I was trying to throw that old mascara out for about a month.
Every day I would throw it into the trash. And every day it would be back in my
makeup purse. Finally, after about two weeks of this nonsense, I threw it into a
garbage bag and took it all the way out to the dumpster. I remember laughing and
thinking to myself, "I'd like to see that come back again." Sure
enough, the next morning it was back in the makeup bag. About a week later I
moved to a different area of the city. I threw the mascara into the dumpster
again. And I moved happily to my new home. And guess what was in my makeup bag
when I got there? Yes, it was that damn mascara. That next weekend I drove about
three hours out to the beach with some friends and I threw that stupid mascara
into the ocean. I know I was littering, but I couldn't help it. And I am glad I
did because now close to three months have elapsed and I have not seen the
mascara again. The worst part is not just finding the mascara. It was having
that spirit with a sick sense of humor throw it in my face. Don't get me wrong.
I am not a hater of my invisible friends. They just tick me off sometimes. Other
times they are my best of friends. They are the only ones that have truly always
been there for me.
Paralyzing
Experience by Marvin S.
I did not come across anything close to what I have experienced on your website,
but maybe you can tell me if you have ever heard of it before. About a year and
a half ago, I was awoken in the night by a strong, warm breeze. I could not move
and could not scream. It lasted about 30 seconds and was gone. I saw nothing.
Last week it happened again. I was lying in bed and again was awoken. I felt a
very strong force holding me down. I could not sit up. I tried to scream for my
daughter and could not get any noise to come out. I tried to hit the wall with
my arm and this force would not let me. It again lasted about 30 seconds and was
over. I really don't believe in ghosts and didn't see anything at all. I am just
really scared and confused.
The Gray Man by
Jennifer M.
I know that this sounds weird, but I know it is true and have witnesses to the
results. I have the ability to either see the dead and somewhat communicate with
them. (I'm not perfect at it, but I guess it takes time and practice. I don't
have a teacher.) Also, I have seen, from the corner of my eye, the "Gray
Man," who is a figure of a man. Every time I see him, someone close to me
dies. When I started to talk about him, I found out two other people knew what I
was talking about. The last two times I saw this image, I told someone close to
me; usually my husband. Within a week, someone died, and later I could see their
death through their eyes and know what occurred. Spooky! It scares me
silly because if I am in a area where someone had died, I can see and hear them,
but I do not know how to help them out.
The Black Tunnel of
Smoke by Betty G.
I've seen ghosts before. I have never seen a black ghost or apparition, and to
me this signified death. Two months before my stepfather died, I saw a black
tunnel of smoke - an apparition - standing at the bottom of my bed, on my
husband's side. He is a minister, but believes in the paranormal. I said,
"I'm glad it was on your side of the bed." Shortly thereafter, I
called my mother to inquire about my stepfather's health. He'd been admitted to
the hospital. His health went from bad to worse, and he died eight days after
they took him off dialysis. Around the same time, my sister, who lives five
miles from me and is also psychic, said a black ghost dove at her from the
ceiling, and she and the cat both ducked at the same time. She said her black
cat looked at her like, "What the hell was that?"
My Great
Grandfather's Ghost by Laura H.
It all started when I had this dream that I was in a place that looks like a
basement. It had brick walls and I saw this Asian man standing in the corner
smiling. After that I woke up. I never forget my dreams unless it's over a long
period of time. A couple months later I was over at my grandmother's apartment
for Easter. We were looking at old pictures of when my dad was small and when
she was a teenager. Then my grandma told me, my sister and brother that when my
dad was about three, he came running up from their basement saying he saw
grandpa and that he says "hi." This really scared my grandma because
her father had died only the week before. My grandma also said in her story that
the basement in the house my dad grew up in was made out of stone! This
got me thinking. But I never said a thing to anyone about my dream. How could I
have known about my great grandfather when I didn't even know my grandpa? Did I
mention that everyone on my dad's side of the family (including me) is and looks
Asian?
Precognition of
Disasters by Rachel I.
I have had experiences where I dreamed the night before about disasters that
happened the following day. I also experience light trance states where I
physically feel what victims of violence were feeling. The morning we all heard
Kip Kinkel had shot and killed his classmates, and the subsequent discovery that
he had shot and killed his parents, stunned me. The night before I was unable to
sleep, feeling horrible pressure in my head and extreme fear. I could physically
"feel" a gun pressed to my temple and feel and hear gunshots. The
night before the Columbine shootings, I went into the light trance state and
told my partner, "Oh no. I hope nothing bad happens. Something bad is going
to happen. Someone is going to be hurt." I find it very upsetting at this
point, because I then know the following day I will hear that it came true. In
the case of Columbine, I "felt" bombs exploding.... gunshots, fear....
turmoil, tumultuous feelings. I saw a kitchen with steel machinery (more
"industrial" than a home kitchen) had a sense it was a school. The
following morning I found I was right. It came true. I also had a dream about a
bomb exploding the night before the Barcelona bombings. I also "heard"
the name of a man, the name of a girl and a location where her body was dropped.
I reported this to the National Center for Missing and Exploited Children. They
told me that a girl by that name was missing from New York City. I don't know
what ever became of that. I call these images and feelings "sense
impressions." They happen very fast - snatches of scenes and feelings all
mixed up while in the trance... snatches of conversations, etc. I thought I was
nuts until I started talking about it and found that people believed me, had
experiences themselves or knew people who had these experiences. I usually don't
know the location or names of people involved, so it is a helpless feeling
because I can't prevent something from happening.
Telepathic Ghost
Chat by Hillary D.
Over the past 20 years I have had encounters with realities that have passed
over to the other side. The first occurred approximately four months after my
husband and I separated. I was living with my mother and father. I was 26 years
old. I was sleeping and all of a sudden I felt the presence of my husband's
mother, who had died about 10 years prior. The whole thing scared the hell out
of me. The first thing that happened was a feeling of utter panic - I was unable
to move. I could not see her, but I knew it was her. She was very angry. The way
we communicated was telepathically. I knew what she was saying and I responded
through thought as did she. She was very upset that I hurt her son. (No, I was
not just feeling guilty.) The next occurrence happened while I was married to my
second husband. We were asleep in bed. My grandmother, who had died 15 years
prior, came through the side window. She said she was in the neighborhood and
thought she would stop in and say hi. Again, this was all telepathic - reading
each other's minds. Again, I was unable to move, no matter how much I tried. I
was terrified to go to sleep for years. My husband suggested it was the state of
sleep I was in. I don't agree with him. The dead just wanted to share their
feelings with me. The feeling I got was that of utter terror. Even now I wonder
when this is going to happen again. I can honestly say I hope it doesn't. I
never believed in ghosts or anything of the sort until this happened to me.
Visions
by Brianne
I get feelings, and sometimes I get visions. I know what is going to happen. One
day last summer was my first experience. I live in a tiny town with about 1,000
people. I was at home and I had a bad feeling. About an hour later I heard that
a little boy across town got hit and killed by a car. I knew someone was going
to be killed. I also knew it would be a little boy. This scared me. I was with
my recent boyfriend and we were driving down the road. I knew that guy behind us
was going to roll his car. The guy behind us soon rolled his car and was killed.
It scares me, but I think it is very cool, in a way. I always thought something
was wrong with me until I started studying it.
My Dad the Ghost by
Elizabeth
My father died a year ago in his house. My mother moved right away. In April I
was there and saw that it was for sale again already. I told my husband that
Bopper - my father - was probably haunting it. Just yesterday we found out that
the reason that the people moved was that it was haunted. When they described
what was going on, it was clear that it was my dad. He loved that house, and his
two dogs that he loooooved are buried there. It wasn't haunted before he
died there. The people that bought it didn't know he died there, and both the
husband and wife have seen a male in the house. Their kids wouldn't sleep in
their room anymore. And he was in the baby's room a lot. My dad loved babies. In
fact I was pregnant with twins when he died.
The Pi Sound
by George S.
The other day I was a bit bored and decided to have a jump to the Internet. I
was looking for something really weird just when I arrived at your page. I
visited the paranormal photo gallery and after having a look around the many
interesting pictures I saw William's message. After reading it, I felt
really curious and decided to give it a try. I downloaded the sound. At first it
seemed nothing of much importance, but then I looped the sound and listened to
it over and over again. As nothing happened, I stopped it, turned off the
computer and went to watch TV. When I was tired, I turned off the TV - and at
that moment the sound appeared again, very clearly! It sounded like a repeating,
pulsing sound on a very low frequency. I wasn't very surprised at the start
because I am used to hearing strange sounds. (I can hear the frequency when you
turn the TV on.) But the sound keeps repeating and repeating and I am starting
to get tired of this sound. The problem is that I can still hear it even if I am
not in complete silence!
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Ghosts and a Werewolf
by Phaedrian G. I've lived with several ghosts over the years. I've told some people about them, but of course they laughed. For may years I lived with what I called my "lavender" ghost. After that some pretty demonic spirits and now I have a ghost whom I believe is Jesse, the mother of the man who used to live here and died in this house. I also - and this may really be hard to believe - have what I call the "werewolf." Whatever this is only comes around on the full moon and only when I'm on the hill by myself. No, I'm not making this up and I'm not crazy. I have actually seen the "werewolf," though not close up. I have been told I have the personality that attracts the phenomenal and the supernatural. Whatever that personality is, it brings about some interesting memories for me. |
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