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Post by xXSpookyXx on Apr 29, 2008 14:49:34 GMT -11
This is a share only thread, please no debating with people over whether or not what they experienced was truly paranormal. Perhaps it was, maybe not. But hearing about the experience is still interesting and lets respect those whom set aside time in their day to share something personal like this with us. Thank you!
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Post by ♥~KarinaKay~♥ on Apr 30, 2008 2:03:59 GMT -11
I have seen two full bodied apparitions. I do not do drugs and I was not drunk. I saw one back in 1983, standing over my bed around 3 am. She was leaning a little to the right and staring down at me. At first, it was like seeing a pink elephant standing in my living room. I was surprised more than anything. I looked at the window to see if any light was coming through - it was pitch black. I looked at the door to see of any light was coming under it - none. It was at THAT moment that I thought "You know, I should be scared right now!" and THAT'S when I got scared, turned the light on, and ran out of the room. This was back when I was 18. Today, I'd stick around! At least, I hope so.... The second I saw in 1990, around 10 am, outside in broad daylight, in the driveway, in front of my brother's pickup. I was pulling out and spotted it in my rear view mirror. I stopped my car, and got out to get a really good look at it. If it happened today, I would walk right up to it. Back then I was a bit cowardly. I got back in the car and drove away. Here's the driveway. I could see the figure covering the grill of the truck, the black hood, and the windshield. It was one solid shade of white. If it were light shining on the truck, it would not have been one uniform color. And it was a shade of white I have only seen twice in my life (the other time was the first ghost described above). I didn't recognize either. Here's an experience my aunt had. In Sept 2004, my aunt Bea lay dying in her bed at home, with terminal cancer. Her sister, aunt Frances, is an LPN and was lying next to aunt Bea on the bed. Frances said Bea's breathing and heart rate were both steady and normal. Frances told me she happened to look up and see their deceased mother, my grandmother, standing at the foot of the bed. Frances said she saw Bea leave her body, go to grandma, and they both disappeared. Immediately, Bea's heart and breathing both stopped. I know Frances and she did not make this story up. She was unsure if she should tell anyone and she was shaking when she told me. She decided to tell, and it brought a lot of comfort to us. My mother has seen several. So had my grandmother.
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Post by chrissy on Apr 30, 2008 13:34:32 GMT -11
Ive had more random "things" happen to me more than any paranormal viewing type of things .. for example.... I will have deja vu.. but it will last more than a moment and I will know wat is to happen next. Typically, I tell who eva im with its happening and everything then it doesnt happen exact. I also for yearrrrrrssss have heard people call my name both male and female voices where I have completely turned around asking people if they called me. The name calling has happened over and over, at home, out somewhere etc. Nothing else ever said just my name sometimes Christina, sometimes Chrissy. Also, I have had dreams that were more realistic than they should be, but then tend to only happen when Im stressed. Also I get overwhelming feelings when Im somewhere that I feel we shouldnt be, almost like an anxiety attack. Things like that I get more than anything, dont know if that is related to anything paranormal or not, but I thought they were things that I alwasy considered "strange".
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Post by carson on May 1, 2008 8:27:50 GMT -11
Thank goodness I saved this after posting it at Skiffy. Here are my paranormal experiences. 1. When I was 16, the night before Thanksgiving we had gone to church. I had a pile of laundry on my vanity stool, and before we left, my mom had told me to fold my laundry so it wouldn't get wrinkled. So I laid all of my clothes out flat on my bed, rather than fold them up because I didn't have time. When we came home (just mom and me since my dad was working - he was a funeral director) I went in my bedroom and much to my surprise, my clothes were all folded, and were back on top of my vanity stool. I found this very strange, and I asked my mom if she had done it. She said "No, I've been with you all evening." So I was all creeped out, and we were sitting in the living room when I heard a noise (a thud) in my bedroom. My collie wandered in there and then came back out. He didn't seem upset. So I went in, flicked on the light switch, and there - all of my clothes were folded neatly on the floor with my vanity stool upside down on top of the clothes. Well kids - I beat it out of that house and had my boyfriend take me to my grandmother's house where I spent the night. Oddly, two other things had happened that day. My mom had been cooking the giblets from the turkey for the next day, and they mysteriously disappeared. Also, somehow the temp on the refrigerator got bumped up to freezing, and no one ever touched the dial. 2. My second experience was more recent in 2002. I had been taken to the emergency room by Life Squad with viral encephalitis. I was told by the paramedics to put my wedding rings on top of our entertainment center and not take them with me. So I did. I was in the hospital for two weeks, and when I got home, I asked my husband for my wedding rings. He looked at me like I had three heads, and said "Huh"? He said he didn't do anything with them. So we looked everywhere, and I mean under EVERYTHING, and couldn't find my rings. We were just about to make an insurance claim when I decided to try something else. I was lying in bed about 5:30 a.m., and I said a little prayer asking that God (or my spirit guide, or whomever) tell me where my rings are. Just then I saw a tall dark shadow walk past my bed. I wasn't afraid but I took it as a sign that my rings were nearby. So I got out of bed, got my flashlight, and looked under my night stand. That was the only place we hadn't looked since the opening between the base of the night stand and the carpet was so small, there was no way my rings could have gotten under there. But as I shined my flashlight under the night stand, there were my rings! So I've had one experience with a "shadow person". (No Brian jokes!!!) 3. Another laundry story. A close friend of mine passed away at a young age, and I was preparing to go to his funeral. I had laid some folded sheets on the washer (yes, another laundry story - you'll see a pattern here) and it was not a tall pile at all. Just about four sheets. They were not teetering on the edge - they were flat and secure. When I went into the laundry room to get the sheets, there they were, neatly folded just as they were on the washer, but the were in the middle of the floor. They did not fall because they were not messed up. It was as if someone had picked them up and placed them on the floor. I was the only one home, by the way. My friend who had died was a real jokster, so I just assumed it was him. 4. Last year my mother died and also my father-in-law. For several months, we found dimes in our washer and neither my husband nor I carry change in our clothing. We always put it in the car ashtray. One day, we found a dime in the washer, a dime right where we park our cars, and another dime behind my father-in-law's washer (as they were moving it out). We have saved all of the dimes in a coffee cup in the cabinet over our washer and dryer. 5. A week after my mom died, our ceiling leaked. It has never leaked before, and never leaked since. But the stain that came through on the ceiling was a perfect heart-shaped stain. 6. This is the last one. We have two dogs, and one of them is a Border Collie. The night my mom passed, he jumped up from a dead sleep around 3:00 a.m. and ran into the hallway barking like there was someone there. My husband and I jumped up, went into the hallway, and there was nothing there. Then, the night my father-in-law passed, the same thing happened. Our Border Collie jumped up and ran into the hallway, barking like someone was there. My husband got up that time and of course there was no one there. Last December my husband's aunt was in hospice and ready to go at any time. Our dog jumped up in the middle of the night, ran into the hallway barking like a fool, and this time my husband looked at me and said "Aunt Elaine has died". I said "I know". And sure enough, we got the phone call at 8:30 a.m. that she had passed during the night. So there are my stories. I don't have any physical proof other than the picture of the stain in our ceiling, and the dimes we collected from the washer. But these are the reasons why I believe in the paranormal.
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Post by chrissy on May 1, 2008 9:35:57 GMT -11
Wow Carson! Very active family, Thanks for sharing that was great!
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Post by xXSpookyXx on May 1, 2008 18:28:42 GMT -11
I second that. Thank you both Karina and Carson for sharing those. Some point I will share some of mine, and I've had so many I think I lost count. But that's probably also because I've done quite a few field investigations for them and always made it a point to go after places that paranormal occurences have been known at.
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Post by hoobsmom on May 2, 2008 14:29:55 GMT -11
I am going to share mine. The only times i have shared them I have gotten crap about it. I have been leary about sharing my expereinces ever since. But I do feel that I will be able to share them here and not get any negative response. That is why I think I have found my home away from home.
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Post by lissleigh on May 3, 2008 3:35:45 GMT -11
My first experiece was about 5 years ago. It's when I started going to my sisters house, and I was walking threw the living room to go out side. As I was passing the coffee table the remote picked up and then threw it self at my like a frisbee. I was no longer a skeptic. Two years ago in July I was at my sisters house again for the 4th of July BBQ. In my sisters house she has the washing machine in the kitchen. After the BBQ we put the hambuger/hotdog buns on top of it. About a hlaf hour to an hour later we are all sitting at the kitchen table talking and laughing when the buns picked up by them self and went to the left and dropped. The same day my sister went into the bedroom. She came out and said "Mom, come here. It spells like leather in here. We dont own leather." Her mom went in to see what she was talking about and she too spelt leather. Her mom then said "It has to be him." (the him she is referring to is her ex boyfriend who was a biker. When we say biker we mean leather jacket leather everything harley davidson. This ex died in a car accident about 40 years prior. And since then he has always come back around the same time to say hello to his first love). At the end of last year (2007) we were sitting in the kitchen and living room. When my boyfriend at thte time said what is that noise. We all got quite and heard banging downstairs. We knew who it was. My sisters grandfather built the house and died in the house also. We believe him to be a crisis ghost. And whenever something bad was going to happen, Be it someone getting sick or someone getting hurt. He comes to warn us. So he was banging the cabinets in the kitchen downstairs (yes theres to kitchens it used to be a apartment downstarirs). But since our Pop died the house has be quiet. Right before he passed my sister saw a black mass in her kitchen from her living room arounf 4am. She looked at her husband who was pale white and he was looking into the kitchen. She said "Honey, whats wrong." He couldnt speak and she looked into the kitchen and saw the blck mass. It was staring right at her. She told me "Leigh, I have so many experiences and this is the only time that it really scared me. It was staring my down and I let it. I didnt look in the kitchen since then when I'm trying to go to bed." About a week later I slept at her house and we were discussing it. When we heard a boom downstairs. Thinking it was our other sister to find out she wasnt home and it couldnt have been her. Two weeks later Pop passed away.
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Post by amara1369 on May 3, 2008 6:00:32 GMT -11
Ok, I've had several experiences throughout my life, I'll try to share the two that have stayed with me the longest.
The first one was late at night, I was about nine at the time. My parents had just started to remodel the house. (Pretty strange because it was December, and anyone who lives in New York, knows it's darn cold up here at that time.) I wake up to this weird tugging on my feet. I glance down, and standing in front of the window is this haggard figure. There's a street lamp that is right outside my bedroom window, so I could see that whatever it was wearing was tattered. When it moved I could hear this strange groaning/creaking of bones. I could hear that it was trying to say something. Talk about freaking me out. I chickened out, yelled at it to get out of my room, shoved the covers over my head, and like a dork, with the covers still over my head I stumbled to the light switch. When I turned it on, I heard a slam. I tore off the blanket and saw that my window had been torn open. On the floor, where the thing stood was this strange dust substance. Totally freaked out, I ran to my parents bedroom and they were still fast asleep!
The second experience, takes place about six years later. I was home alone watching TV. It was the middle of the day, and when I blinked, it was no longer my living room. The entire room had turned into an old fashioned train station of sorts. There was a gentleman behind a counter, and a woman holding a baby who was crying, and some small child bouncing a ball. I blinked again and it was all gone. When my parents came home (my father was a huge skeptic until about 10 years ago) I pulled my mom aside and started asking her questions. Come to find out, parts of the original house was a train station! A woman and her children were murdered by her husband whom she was leaving. I guess he killed himself in the basement (no wonder I never liked going down there!)
These are the two that still make me go wth??? There's been constant activity at the house, but I don't want to spam ya all with everything that has happened... lol
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Post by JoeGeist on May 4, 2008 6:13:11 GMT -11
I put my paranormal experience in the voting thread, sorry.
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Post by amara1369 on May 5, 2008 5:30:39 GMT -11
Another experience happened at my grandparents old farm. I used to play in the store cellar. Well one day a man that looked like my grandfather was down there with me and he handed me an apple. We hung out there and chatted for a while and he showed me a small hole and told me that there was a special room there. I went upstairs to get a glass of water, still chewing on the apple. My grandmother turns to me and asks me where I got the apple. I told her grandpa gave it to me and she looked at me weird. It was late winter, and all of the apples they had stored down there were long gone. So she goes to my grandfather, who was in his work shop, and asked him where he got the apple. He said he didn't give me the apple, that he had been in his work shop all day. The adults freaked out, made us kids stay in one of the guest rooms as they searched the cellar and the entire house. My father comes to me and asks what all the man had to say. I told him, "Grandpa told me there's a special room down there." So they freak out again, and make me show them where it is. They tear down the wall, and find this secret room, and there's a door that opened up to a passageway. Come to find out, the house was part of the underground railroad! We found all sorts of stuff from riffles, to toys, to shoe buckles. I saw the ghost a couple more times after that, and kept thinking it was my grandfather. He told me a couple of times that, "Honey, I'm not your grandfather, I'm Floyd..." When I asked my grandmother who that was, she dropped the plate she was washing. I guess it was the previous owner of the house!
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Post by «Foz» on May 5, 2008 5:34:40 GMT -11
My experiences deal with the death of my grandparents. My grandma passed away in my parents' home while I was home from college during winter break. I was fast asleep when I woke up suddenly. My room had become dark even though the hall light was on and the door was open. I felt something in there with me. At first, I was totally freaked out, but then for some reason, I knew it was my grandma. The feeling of the room changed and became very light and comforting. ABout 5 minutes later, my dad came up to tell me she had passed away. I don't think he noticed, but I said "I know". After she passed, I'd feel her presence at night sometimes. My grandpa passed a few months later. That night, I felt both of them in my room. They came to say goodbye for the last time. I haven't felt them since. I think my grandma was hanging around waiting for my grandpa to join her.
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Post by LCellini on May 10, 2008 9:52:05 GMT -11
I don't really have any ghost stories, but like chrissy i have crazy deja vu. As i get older it seems to be getting more active i guess would be the word. And I have it about all sorts of things. Like today I was reading a book i've never read before and I got to a page that i'd read before. Well i never have so who knows why i recognized this page. And it wasn't anything that they would put in a sneak peak or summary because it wasn't anything important. This happens to me a lot. I'll be readin and I'll go to a page that i've read before.
Even worse is I'll dream about reading a book that i've never read before. Huh i just realized that's a lot or weird book stuff.
And the only other unuasul thing that happens to me is my bed shakes. It only happenes maybe 3 times. I wake up and the bed is shaking. Its not a rock and roll shake but a shake that you'd only feel by laying on the bed. It happened 2 times when my bad was against one wall in my room and 1 when it was in another. I can't figure out why it would be shaking. I wasn't moving and there were no animals to be found. It only scared me the first time and the last time I was thinking what the heck is this!? Maybe it'll happen again and i can figure it out.
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Post by pinkgiraffe on May 10, 2008 15:25:23 GMT -11
I didn't post this one on Skiffy...last time I posted something over there...well...whatev. Definately agree w/Deb on the home away hrom home feeling. I'm c/p from another board: We were staying in Travis's dad's house while he was working in New Orleans. It actually belonged to his great grandpa until he died, and then FIL took it over. It was built in 1931. It's this teeny little 2 bedroom, like the bedrooms were maybe 8x8. But anyways. When we made the arrangements to move in, FIL told us that every night the tv would turn on at 3 am, switch to the weather channel, and the volume would go way up. Nothing else would be affected, not even anything plugged into the same outlet. We didn't make the connection forever, but Curley, Travis' great g-gpa, was a farmer his whole life. He was even out planting soybeans up until a few years before he died. That was his morning routine....get up, check the weather/farm report, and go to work. I witnessed it many times when I was up with AJ. I would be watching Nick at Nite and sure enough, at 3, or 4 after DST took effect, it would change on it's own. If I changed it back, a lot of times it would switch again immediately. Scary crap...esp sitting all by yourself at 3am. I would also hear what sounded like people walking around, around the same time, but it was only if Travis wasn't home. (he snores, so I can't hear crap if he's home) The house was hollow b/c of the basement, and had wood floors. The first time I heard it, I was all my myself at the house...not even AJ was there. He was at mom's and Travis was 50 miles away doing his army stuff. I had this horrible panic attack, and couldn't take anything b/c I was pg. AJ NEVER, EVER....I mean EVER went into his room alone. He had very few nights in the 8 mos we were there that he slept all night. I had put all of his toys in his room to get them out of the way...unless we went with him, he wouldn't go play. His room gave us the creeps too. We don't know if it was Curley's room or not. And then there is the basement. They are creepy anyways, but I HATED it down there. That's where I did laundry. I wouldn't go down there if Travis wasn't home, and usually only during the day. I think both Travis and my mom felt the same down there. I felt like someone was staring at me the whole time. This house....I couldn't sleep at night if Travis wasn't home. Even when he was 2 miles away at the prison. We were out in the middle of nowhere...I could have left my door unlocked for a month and nothing would have happened. This was a littel town where everyone there had basically had their families grow up. Curley would have been the mayor if Cartersburg wasn't more than a big housing area with farms. His family was one of the original settlers there back in the 18somethings lol. Everyone knew who we were. When we moved back to Indy, and into our apt. I slept all night, by myself, and it was only the 2nd night here. And I am freaking paranoid. I don't know anyone here, and it's kind of a ghettoish place lol. Not a bad area, but well, it's very affordable. People come and go at all hours in my building. To me that's wierd, that I'm more at ease here. But that's my long winded story about the old house! Curley wasn't a bad or mean person, by anymeans. From what I've heard, Travis's great grandparents were some of the sweetest people you could meet. Even Travis's mother said so, and she hates anything to do with FIL's family.
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Post by brian on May 11, 2008 17:09:40 GMT -11
Robin and myself went to a faith healing seminar once. pretty cool I guess. I watched them bless the water and then proceed to heal people. I was getting bored until a bloke came up in a wheel chair and they wheeled him into the water. They prayed for him and blessed him then he came back out with 2 new tyres. Amazing.
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