Ghosts/spirits/unexplainable happenings??
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I have had a ghost rearrange a room on me at work, plus open the cabinets. Opens kids doors, makes things fly across the room. Its a ball working night. (sarcasm)0
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Its not a ghost story, but I had a paranormal experience.
I was 16 when my grandfather died. He was in good health and we had no reason to think at 64 that he was going to have a sudden brain aneurysm and die.
It was a Saturday and I was sleeping a little later than usual. Suddenly I was told, bluntly in my dream that my grandfather had died. I woke up with my heart pounding, like I had just had a terrible nightmare. A few seconds later the phone was ringing. I knew that it was a bad call. It was my aunt calling hysterical to tell us what had happened.0 -
I don't believe in ghosts or anything like that, but what I do know is that I suffer from sleep paralysis. Does anyone else ?Now that is an interesting thing. I often think I see all kinds of things, ghouls, monsters, old ladies, family members.. I think i hear screams, moans and the like.. it's crazy0
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Was really keen on reading this thread ... until I got to the third post. I actually can't bring myself to scroll down to read what happened - BECAUSE I'M TOO SCARED!0
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When I was little my parents, my sister and brother and I moved into this little apartment. And I almost immediately started having night terrors. I was about 3. My mom said I had them almost every night. I would always be screaming and crying in my sleep, but when my mom came and woke me up I couldn't remember anything. It obviously scared me though because when she asked what the dream was about I couldn't talk because I was crying so hard. Also my sister and I had bunk beds and she had the top bunk. Well there was a vent above our door that faced right on her. So in the winter my sister started telling my mom that she was cold all of the time at night, which my mother knew had to be impossible because laying in front of that heater she would start sweating. Then right before we moved out of that apartment my sister said she heard a little boying crying for help one night. Many years later after we had moved my mom confessed to us that there had been a little boy who had lived there before us that had accidentally choked himself to death playing some kind of game in the closet of the bedroom my sister and I shared. She never wanted to tell us before because she thought that we were too young and that might make things worse. Even thinking about all of this now gives me goosebumps and freaks me out:indifferent:!0
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Our offices were temporarily housed in an renovated nursing home, that was definitely haunted. I used to work alone alot of nights and weekends, but gave up because of hearing footsteps and voices often. That is my scary ghost happening, but I put angels in the ghosts/spirits bucket and those I consider good happenings. I lost my dad 4 years ago to lung and heart issues. He was always feeding the geese and ducks at the pond at the back of their house. He always said he was waiting to get swans to land. The day he died he told my mom he saw them fly over and was so sure he could get them to land in his pond. Heart failure took his life that evening, but the morning of his funeral (we have the pictures) three white swans were swimming beautifully on the pond. They stayed just two days and we have never seen them again. No one can convince me that the angels aren't with us.0
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Bump to read later. Love these stories, I have had a few of my own in an old houe, nothing bad but just obvious things happening that were very strange.0
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Bumping for a halloween read.
Eh may as well add my own while I'm here. I grew up an old house in Leicestershire, England (well, old by American standards, not really by English ones - late 1800s). One summer I started to hear a scratching in my wall. After it kept me awake for a week or so I told my parents. My room had a chimney breast but my dad had pulled out the old fireplace, sealed it off, and put a small book case in its place, but the top of the chimney was still open and occasionally birds or critters would get in and get stuck in the space behind the bookshelf. So we tore the whole bookshelf out but there was nothing behind it.
The scratching continued, night after night. I was young but old enough to be skeptical and I just figured it must be a mouse in the walls, scratching around the inside of the skirting boards or whatever. I just lived with it, figuring whatever animal it was would die or leave sooner or later and I could get some rest. No such luck, the scratching carried on for months. The curious thing - and this is where is goes beyond my capability for rational explanation - is that I discovered that I could "ask" it to happen and sure enough it scratched on command. It creeped me out at first but after a while it just got fascinating. I would lie in bed, in silence and then say "scratch" and immediately it would start up - scratch scratch scratch, carry on for twenty seconds or so and then quit again. I even found out I could just "think" about the sound and it would happen. It was like it was tuned into my brain.
I can hear all the skeptics in here thinking 'perception bias' and yes, that's quite probably it. I was only in my early teens after all. Not exactly Sherlock Holmes.
And then there was the last night. There was a space of just five minutes where the scratching came from *everywhere*. It was so loud it woke me up in the middle of the night. I sat up in bed and it was all around - the walls, the floor, the cieling, jut going crazy. It sounded like a million rats all trying to get through the walls. I called my folks and the second I did, the noise stopped and it never came back again.0 -
stfulauren's story about the sinking cushion reminded me of my fathers experiences. Not to go into details but his own dad used to beat him with a fire poker so as soon as he was old enough he ran away from home. He was taken in by a couple who owned an old farmhouse (which was actually in the same street as the house I grew up in) and slept in the converted attic room. He always claimed, with deadly seriousness, that all the time he stayed in that house, whenever he slept he could hear heavy breathing on the pillow beside him, as if something invisible was asleep in the same bed. But because he had nowhere else to go he just forced himself to get used to it. :noway:0
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sometimes, late at night, after a few beers and taco bell, I smell the smell of death coming from under the table..
LOL, gas?0 -
my teacher told me this story that happened to him and his mate..
i cant quite remember it as he told it when i was in yr 7 but here it goes...
him and his friend went camping in the bushes, then stuff happened they heard noise saw stuff etc (sorry cant remmmember the details).. anyways then they got too scared ran home and his mum asked where they were camping and she said a girl died there 2 weeks ago didnt youse hear on the news?...
preety freaky
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sometimes, late at night, after a few beers and taco bell, I smell the smell of death coming from under the table..
Gotta be gas. Be careful that stuff can be deadly0 -
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sometimes, late at night, after a few beers and taco bell, I smell the smell of death coming from under the table..
Gotta be gas. Be careful that stuff can be deadly
uhmmm, not sure... my neighborhood is haunted I think.. women's breasts suddenly get larger naturally and teenage girls get pregnant without having sex with anyone. It is creepy.0 -
My boyfriend was camping for the night the first time we have been away from each other at night since I moved into my new house a few mo ths ago I was lyeimg in bed and got woke by someone shakeing my arm I ignored it and went bk asleep this time I was half asleep scared and it happend again I didn't feel intimidated or scared as in terrified but I just put my head under the quilt and went to sleep haha x0
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My dad died last week exactly...one week ago and his visiuation was Friday night. At the visitation my middle son asked if I would come up to the casket so he could say his goodbyes and I did and as he was talking to Grandpa he said He was the best Grandpa in the whole world and that he was so proud of him and as he said that the flowers on the casket moved independently of each other. At first it didn't register but then after a few seconds it did and my son saw it too and I told him that was Grandpa telling him he was proud of him too.
.....p.s. I miss you daddy
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They almost always happen around the death of a family member.0
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Def BUMP!!! I have enjoyed reading this all day while at work
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I have a few stories from my mother.
1) We had just moved into a new house. While she was unpacking the pots and pans in the kitchen she heard a child playing behind her. Thinking it was one of us kids she turned around... only to see a strange little sitting in the middle of the kitchen playing with the pots. "Who are you?" she asked but before the little girl could answer she was just gone.
In that same house my mother used to be woken up in the night by the sound of a child screaming (this is the same home where I heard and saw the screaming woman). She would check on us kids one by one but of course we were all fast asleep.
AFTER we moved out of this house we found out the entire family had been murdered by the father. Of course no one told US this until AFTER we moved out. *shakes fist* Jerks. The house still stands. I'd really love to visit it some day!
2) Our house had ONE entrance. One afternoon while my mother was washing dishes she saw my dad walk behind her and down the hallway. She called out but he ignored her. A moment later he walked into the kitchen (from the same direction he'd come before). "Didn't you just go down the hall?" she asked.
"No. I was out in the barn. I just got in." he reported.
There's no way he could have gone down the hall and made it to the front of the house to re-enter again in the time that she saw him and then saw him... if that makes sense.
This was the same land where we had cows mysteriously dying all the time. No injuries. No sickness. They would just lay down and die.
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My experience happened while driving down Highway 101 in Oregon with a group a friends. It was close to midnight and we had been driving for a few hours to our Hotel in Coos Bay. At this time there aren't too many cars on the road, but still enough that you'd see headlights ever couple minutes. The two passengers in the back were sleeping and my friend in the passengers seat was sitting quietly. As I was driving we approached a man biking on the side of the road, as we got closer it was crazy to see it was one of those old bikes with the huge wheel in front and sits high up. As we passed the bike both my friend and I looked over and saw a gentleman dressed nicely with a black top hat on woth that 1920's look. He turned his head to look in our direction and gave us a little head nod, as if to thank us for merging over into the other lane to give him plenty of room. After that we quickly exchanged words saying, "we'll that was odd". As we were just about to discuss it and talk a little more about it, lights flashed from behind us.
The car that was behind us was flashing their brights. I woke up the other passengers in the car and explained to them what was going on. The car behind us was speeding up and still flashing his brights. At this point the girls who just woke up were scared and told me to speed up. I did the oppisite and slowed down to about 40 and the car pulled up to the side of my car. His window was down, he looked frazzled/scared/suprised or something like that. I rolled down my window, and he yelled to us to pull over, then got back behind our car. At this point I decided we would not stop. We were about 20 minutes outside of the next city North Bend.
The car stayed behind us all the way to North Bend. At that point I told the girls as soon as we stop at the Gas station to run inside and alert the clerk to let him know we were being followed. As soon as we parked at the gas station, the girls ran inside, and the man in the car that was follwing us hopped out of his car and yelled to me. "You saw the guy on the bike too right?" I replied that I had. He then proceded to tell me that right after I passed the bike he watched the man dissapear in a mist.
We actually sat down in the restaraunt at the gas station and talked and shared our story with the clerk and a another couple that were there. He said he saw the old big wheeled bike too, and as he started to merge over tho the other lane he watched athe man just torn into a puff of mist or fog. Everyone believed the story and started sharing there own "ghost stories" on strange events or stories they had heard on the haunted highway 101.0 -
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Loving all the stories!!!
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During my youth, we had a drive in theatre that was next to an old cememtary. There were many stories about a "faceless" ghost that would appear in the ladies restroom. I feared this place as a child, and never had any encounters with anything "unexplained". The drive-in theatre closed a couple of years later (when I about 15 years old). A couple of years later, I took a short cut through the abandoned drive in to get to the nearby shopping center. This place was located in the middle of the city, so there were houses and buildings on the perimeter of this huge empty lot, which was still next to the cemetary. There were street lights on the outside, but it was completely dark in drive-in. I wasn't planning to take this route, and didn't think that it would be so dark and the distance traveled was less than a 1/4 mile. I was halfway through the drive (at the darkest part), and couldn't see more than a couple of feet in front of me. That is when I heard foot steps behind me, like someone was dragging their back foot in the gravel road! At first, I kept walking in the dark, then I could tell that the pace was picking up. I turned around and couldn't see anyone, so I started to pick up the pace into a jog. I swear that the sound got closer, so I sprinted the hell out of the dark into the closest area with lights. I turned around still didn't see anyone in the distance, but ran another 100 yards to the nearest street. It was so comforting to see cars and traffic lights.
I never went through that place again. Would you believe that they built houses on that property? Just like that movie the Poltergeist!!!0 -
Back when I was a single Mum and trying to get used to living in a new house on my own with two little girls, the youngest came into my bedroom at about 2.30 in the morning. So I asked her why she was up and she said "Mummy, why is there a man in my room?"
I can safely say that I have never had such a heart leaping terrifying moment since, I threw back the covers and ran into her room fully expecting to find that someone had broken into the house. When I couldn't see anyone I whirled back around to run into my other Daughter's room when the little one piped up "Can't you see him, Mummy? He is there in the corner?" and was pointing back into her bedroom.
They both slept with me that night but it was for my benefit as much as theirs0 -
Bump - I have a few stories but I have to get to a real keyboard to tell them - hopefully I will be able to make some time for this soon!0
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loved reading all of your stories! I do love all this stuff, although I still need convincing..
I think that when someone dies your mind can WANT to hear or see things.. the mind is a wonderful thing..
saying that.. a couple of things have happened to me.. I dont know if my mind was playing tricks or what but I know they happened.. or did i want them too.. I dunno.. but after reading all these stories on here I wanted some opinions..
but one thing is sure, it does seem to happen to most people after loosing someone close and when you are grieving..
1) - My close uncle died when i was about 12.. when he died he used to visit me.. at the time i told my mum every time and it really freaked her out, she said the dog would sit outside my room staring at the door and also the lights would flicker in the rest of the house, one time I came out after a 'visit' and she said 'i know he has just been, the lights went out!' - I will be honest, I dont remember the visits much anymore.. and maybe i just wanted to believe he came.. I dont remember.. it was a long time ago now.. 20years...
2) Me and my Boyf moved to an old Lodge house that was hundreds of year old.. and I would always see shadows in the kitchen which was in the basement but i always put that down to he shadows of people walking past the window.. although one day i saw a shadow out of the corner of my eye and it was too far across the room to be someone walking by.. that freaked me out.. i wont lie!
3) After my nan died, I was always very sad..it was very tough. A couple of times I would be upstairs and hear the kettle start to boil downstairs in the kitchen.. not weird no, could have been the plug, faulty kettle.. yes. any of that. I was washing up one day next to the kettle and it started to boil again.. I like to think it was my nan telling me to stop washing up and sit and have a cuppa.. she was a masssssive tea drinker it only ever happend twice though, soon after she died.. so doubt it was a faulty plug or kettle.. if it was then the problem fixed itself!
4) the same bloody kitchen..!!! dfferent plug! so that in its self was weird.. I would be sitting upstairs and all of a sudden the microwave would start beeping.. like something was ready.. this happened a lot.. i had to unplug it in the end because it was freaking me out.. i just hoped that once i unplugged it, it didnt beep again.. haha.. it didnt.
5) Now this is the most odd.. and one that I like to think happened the way I am going to tell it.. but i know there are many explanations really...
again someone died.. this time my granddad.. my granddad and I were extremely close! he was the one that taught me how to play guitar when i was young.. and when i was older I taught him a few Nirvana songs and we used to play together,.. even though he much preferred country music. I was devastated when he died, like my world had closed in on me. I went to see my grandma one day and she asked me if i would like his guitar, of course I did! It stayed in the living room on display next to our spiral stairs and I just couldnt bring myself to play it... well one night while my boyfriend was at work I decided it was time and my granddad would be annoyed if i left it to get dusty! i just sat n front of the TV tuning it up a bit and then started to play the silly tune he always played.. and then the sound on the TV COMPLETELY turned down! i stopped and sat for a minute.. it was such timing! the tv wasnt old and it was given to us by a friend.. we had had it for a year and that had never ever happend.. i called her straight away to ask if it had happened to her and she said no never.. so all I could think was that my granddad was enjoying listening to me play and didnt wanna have any silly tv on in the back ground..
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