Paranormal Story Archives
September 2000

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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