Ghosts/spirits/unexplainable happenings??

I can't wait to read all of these! I have a couple stories, too.

In my bedroom in this old house, I have a closet that has access to the attic, and it creeps me out! Ever since I moved here in January, I can't sleep with the closet door open. When I sit at my computer, my back is facing the closet, and sometimes I just get this weird feeling and have to turn around to see if anything is back there. This isn't really unexplained or creepy by itself, I'm just setting the stage.

A couple of months ago, I was up really late finishing a term paper, and all of a sudden, my entire room shook. I've been in an earthquake before, and that's what I thought it was--I even had the hypersensitive aftermath symptoms, where I was suddenly overtly aware of my own heartbeat and I could hear tire treads of car tires on the street outside with deafening clarity. But first of all, I live in Seattle, and secondly, when I woke up in the morning, two of the girls who I lived with had also been awake at that time, and only one of them felt it too. So... I don't know. The house might just have shaky foundations on this side? (That's a scarier thought than ghosts...) But it freaked me out.

Especially because I walked back to my closet to get something afterwards, and when I reached into the closet, the temperature was startlingly colder than the rest of my room. It gave me goosebumps, and it felt like the air was buzzing in there. I've been told it was probably some sort of pressure difference, since there is a small window in there, and to be honest, I'm a skeptic--so I'm more likely to subscribe to the rational explanation... But that whole night...! I was scared. That miniature earthquake phenomenon happened once more, the next night, but hasn't happened again since.

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I have one; My husband and I have 5 children. He passed away in 08 of lung cancer (smoker since age 14) He died on a thursday and the funeral was a monday. I went back to work the following Thursday. On my way to work I was driving with the windows up and the air on (July) and was just cruising around the lake to my job. All of a sudden my car filled up with the smell of cigarette smoke. I looked around trying to rationalize where the smell would be coming from. No explanation. About 3 weeks later my kids and I went hiking at a local state park. That night at sunset I decided to go out to a point called sunset point alone to see it. There was not one person around. I started out on the trail at dusk and the cigarette smoke smell came back. I finally just said out loud " ok I know your here". It has happened a couple times since. I have told my kids about it and they have had similar experiences. People ask me when I tell them the story why would he use cigarette smoke to let you know he is there, I reply cause he knows I will know its him.

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This one time I heard a scratching at my bedroom door and strange poofs of wind blow across the sheets as I lay there in my bed holding my breath and afraid to move. Then the sound started to come from another corner of the room, rummaging around on the papers and clothes on the floor. At this point I was freaking out. Since the sound was behind me, I opened my eyes to see if there was any light or shadows to give me an idea of what was out there (head under covers). No lights, but enough light from my Live Nudes sign that only had the “N” lit up. So I was able to see the faint lightness and darkness changing on the walls. I thought I heard a voice but could not make out what it was. Help me, it said. Then it started to tug at foot of my bed. Kinda pulling at the sheets, slowly climbing up the bed. A hand grabs my foot and squeezes and I lost it, I kicked and screamed and flew out of bed. Clicked on the lights and there was my drunk girlfriend, she had fallen out of bed and was trying to find her way back. I forgot she spent the night. Usually I just give her money and she goes home. :happy:

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This one time I heard a scratching at my bedroom door and strange poofs of wind blow across the sheets as I lay there in my bed holding my breath and afraid to move. Then the sound started to come from another corner of the room, rummaging around on the papers and clothes on the floor. At this point I was freaking out. Since the sound was behind me, I opened my eyes to see if there was any light or shadows to give me an idea of what was out there (head under covers). No lights, but enough light from my Live Nudes sign that only had the “N” lit up. So I was able to see the faint lightness and darkness changing on the walls. I thought I heard a voice but could not make out what it was. Help me, it said. Then it started to tug at foot of my bed. Kinda pulling at the sheets, slowly climbing up the bed. A hand grabs my foot and squeezes and I lost it, I kicked and screamed and flew out of bed. Clicked on the lights and there was my drunk girlfriend, she had fallen out of bed and was trying to find her way back. I forgot she spent the night. Usually I just give her money and she goes home. :happy:

lol!! reading this freaked me out .. anti-climax!

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26 yrs ago my grandmother was asleep and woke up screaming and crying.....screaming omg and crying my sisters name. my grandfather tried to calm her down. she kept saying that my sister died and had come to say goodbye. ( my grandparents lived 800 miles away from us). my grandfather told her it was just a bad dream. ( my sister was a healthy 21 yr old, except that she had asthma). 10 mins after my grandmother had woke up screaming, their phone rang....it was my dad. he was calling to tell them that my sis had been at bingo when she suddenly had an asthma attack and died. i was so upset for the longest time that my sis had gone to say goodbye to my grandmother and not me. her and i were very close.

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Love this stuff!!

I also took care of my mom at the end of her life. She moved in with my husband and I after my dad died and she lived with me for 10 months before she passed. She was not very seriously ill until the last 4 weeks of her life, and even then she had a very sharp mind excetp when she got Sundowners in those last few weeks - if you're not familiar with that, it's a state of confusion that happens after the sun goes down, and it goes away when morning comes. It's very weird and common in old people near end of life. No one is quite sure why it happens.

Anyway, in the last few weeks of her life she saw A LOT of people no one else could see, and it was happening even in the middle of the day when she wasn't having Sundowners confusion! The first time I realized this was happening was when I was taking care of her one morning, giving her her medication. We had been having very normal, lucid conversation and she was very alert and I could tell that the confused state had past. The morning sun was streaming brightly into her large bedroom window.

So I was preparing to give her her med... I had a very personal and intamite job that had to be done several times per day and night, because she could not take oral medication because nothing would stay down. And because home healthcare aides are not permitted to disburse meds it was a job that only I, because I was a family member, or an RN could do. I had NO previous experience of any kind in medical or nursing matters and I was nervous about this job I had to do (a Hospice nurse taught me what to do). So I would gather everything I might possibly need and put it within easy reach, then I would sit down in front of her, take a deep breath and relax as I would begin to to this intimate job that no one should ever have to do to their mom. So I had just gotten settled and was beginning to do this job and she says to me, "Who's the man standing behind you?" And of course, we were alone in her bedroom. My first thought was that she was having confusion. I said calmly, "I don't know. What does he look like?" She said, "well, I can't tell if he's a doctor, he doesn't have a name tag, but he's wearing white." This is when I realize she is seeing an angel. I said, "what is he doing?" and she said, "he's watching you, and he's smiling." I was able to stay calm but I felt very shaky inside and when I was done with my job the home healthcare aide came in to give her a sponge bath and I left the room and went outside on my deck and sobbed my eyes out. I still tear up when I think about it.
And every time after that when I started to work on taking care of her in that way she always talked about seeing someone (usually a child) in the room with us, or standing behind me.

She saw a lot of other people during those last weeks. Sometimes in the middle of the day, many more at night. She saw her parents and her favorite aunt, and one of her close friends that had all passed before her. And although she never said she saw my father, she told me several times that she could feel him sitting at her shoulder, just out of her sites, pulling at her and saying, "c'mon, let's go - what's taking so long!?"

She also re-lived the anguish of losing a baby, my little sister, that lived ony 21 hours. This episode happened in the middle of the night - she was definately confused at the time - and kept insisting she had to get out of bed and go after the men that took her baby. Because I suspected she was reliving the loss of my little sister I waited till the next morning, after the sun was up and she was lucid to ask her about this... I asked her if she could remember trying to get out of bed in the middle of the night to get her baby. She immediately got quiet and sad and said yes. Then I asked her who the baby was and she started to cry and told me it was Molly (my sister). She said she saw the men that took her away and she had terrible guilt that she didn't go after her. She cried as she recalled a memory from over 50 years ago when she too had almost died after that birth. She became ceptic, delirious, and had a fever of 107 for three days. At that time was herself close to death she didn't even know the baby had died. She told me, she didnt go after the men that took her baby because she was trying to protect herself. She was feeling guilty that she didn't die 50 years ago to be with her baby! And it was as real to her as though it had just happened! I told her, she had 4 other babies that needed her here, and my sister was in the arms of the Lord and was going to be fine. That calmed her down right away. Like she knew that was the absolute truth and she was at peace with it. And then she said, "Well, I've got one more thing to do." I didn't ask and she didn't tell. This was about 48 hours before she passed.

After watching someone die, and their process of preparing to die, I absolutely believe that you do relive parts of your life, making amends in a world that we can't see. And that you spend time in both worlds, acclimating to your next environment. And that there are most definately people there, waiting for you, helping you over. It's not at all scary to me. It's very comforting.

I also believe that angels watch over caregivers on a regular basis!

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When I was about five we moved to Idaho into a fairly big house. The house had an intercom system that had been disconnected before we moved in. Over the years of living there (parents still live there, 20 years this year) the speaker would come on randomly, like they were picking up a radio feed or something. If we tried to actually USE the intercom system it wouldn't work. I always thought this was weird, possibly something paranormal, but it didn't bother me.

Four years ago my husband and I bought the house we're currently still living in. The house was built and lived in by the same couple for about 40-50 years. When we moved in we found a big box of their belongings in the coat closet. Inside the box was birth certificates, death certificates, family photos, an old pair of baby shoes (??) and professional photos of the husband/father in his open casket... pretty spooky. I told my husband to put it somewhere, in the crawl space or the storage room, but not to get rid of it because I didn't want to piss "somebody" off. Over the last four years we've witnessed several little things, like things "jumping" off our bathroom counter, a grocery bag blowing down the hallway, a roll of paper towels rolling and unraveling down the table (without being touched by either of us) as well as a pencil rolling off the ottoman. Our house is level, we checked after these things. One time I was in the bathroom and actually watched a bottle of nail polish that was sitting far back, by the backsplash, "jump" off the counter onto the floor. Pretty nuts!

More recently, since having our son (19mo old), I've been experiencing weird dream sequences at night. Dreams of him in our bedroom playing, dreams of him crawling into bed with us. Dreams SO real but nobody is there when I wake up and he's sound asleep in his bed. Then last night I swear to God I woke up in the middle of the night and a man in a coat was standing by my side of the bed looking at me. I see a lot of shadows and stuff at night but this was a very clear outline. I sat up and turned on the light and nobody was there but my heart was racing so fast I thought I might throw up.

So those are my experiences so far! I don't mind spirits/ghosts presences being in our home, as long as they aren't hurting us and we aren't making them angry! But if it's one of them who keeps waking my son up at 3am every night, I'd love that to stop. Lol!

19 years ago, around 11 pm...I came home, shut the front door, locked it and walked away. Something made me look back at the door. Looked at door jam and it appeared to have sunlight beaming all the way down the jam...pushed on the door, it was locked and closed, it was dark outside. Figured since I was pregnant and tired I must be loosing my mind. Went to bed. The next a.m. when my husband came home from night shift he had actually started to come in the front door when he looked across the yard and saw the neighbor and went to chat so he only partially opened the door, left like a quarter inch crack. I walked past the door just as he was finally coming in the front door and the sunlight was beaming thru brightly, but I had seen it the night before! I looked like I had seen a ghost when my husband came thru the door...I could not speak and was not making sense, just staring and pointing at the door. Did I see into the future??? Kind of weird but that is my story and I am sticking to it!! LOL......