Have you ever experienced paranormal activity?

littlemissbgiff wrote: »

chrissyw30 wrote: »

Way too many to count!...

I just right it off as a lot of coincidences. There's a lot of coincidences for my grandparents house though.
Everyone in my family said my grandparents house was haunted and I can remember very strange things happening there since I was very young.

My grandfather built the house himself...some of the windows, wood, doors, etc came from an abandoned hospital they tore down to build a new one. I used to stay there when I was younger and I would sleep in my dads old room. It had an eerie feel to it and I would have nonstop nightmares while I was there about angels, demons, and a little boy who would always whisper "shh!! he's coming."

At night it would sound like someone was running through the house on the hard floors but I knew it wasn't my grandparents because they were asleep. I also wasn't allowed to leave the room after bedtime and had to sleep with the lights off and a night light of two siamese cats with green eyes that would flicker.

Early in the mornings I would always get woken up with things hitting the windows. It was crows, they would hang out outside that window and my grandparents could never get rid of them. The screens of the windows were always covered in blood, no matter how many times they rinsed them off. The crows would rip to shreds anything that came near the house.. I watched them tear to bits numerous hummingbirds that came into the yard, it wasn't pleasant, and outside that window was nothing but carcasses of dead birds.


Also, there was a small concrete hole in the front yard they built to fill with water. I'm not sure what it was, maybe a homemade birdbath lol. They used to joke about it being "the devils pond" because after a day or so of filling it up the water would turn red. The neighbors used to say there would be red lights flashing throughout the house at night and what looked like images in the window.

The yard was ridden with bones, my cousins and I would go outside to play in the orange groves and find bones everywhere. When I was about 15, I went over with my cousin to visit my grandparents, being bored outta our minds we went into the grove to to pick oranges. Just like something out of a horror movie the shed door was hitting like something was inside trying to get out. We thought maybe our grandpa stuck a dog or something in there and padlocked it, you could hear it jumping on the door, pawing at it and sniffing(kinda like a bull) under the door. We went inside and snuck the key to open it but nothing was in there.

People say my grandmother lost her mind as soon as this place was built and they moved in. After my grandfather died I wouldn't stay over there anymore. It was too creepy, at night I would hear coughing, just like his, he was a heavy smoker.

After a while my grandma got a new boyfriend who when moved in had a freak accident where he was caught on fire. She eventually got another boyfriend who said someone was trying to choke him in the middle of the night and ended up dying in his sleep.

So after those two incidents we go over to board up the windows for a storm and a few days later the cops call us with news that my grandmother has called them 15 times in the past week saying someone's in her house with her, maybe a guy in the attic, and that she keeps seeing flashes of light and thinks the neighbors are shining lights into her windows and that if she calls anymore they are going to either arrest or baker act her.

Sooo, I go over and have a talk with her, tell her the neighbors aren't trying to break in and steal something and I end up staying pretty late.

It's about midnight and she's sleeping on the couch, I'm playing on my phone in the chair and the tv starts flickering and I start seeing these super speedy orb like flashes of light around the room and the hairs on the back of my neck are at attention.

Trying to find an explanation I jumped outta my chair and started looking around. There's no way someone could be shining a light through the window, it's still boarded up from the hurricane and there's definitely not anything in the room that could cause flashes of light like that.

So it stops and I sit back down, a little rattled and catching things outta the corner of my eye, and all of a sudden it sounds like someone just dropped box in the attic.

I didn't go up there, I said eff that noise maybe another day during the daytime. Too many people are dying around here for me to crawl my happy *kitten* up in that attic in the dark.

I ended up going home and trying to talk my grandmother into coming to live with me at my house but she wouldn't go.

A few weeks later I one of those crazy dreams with her in it and woke up to the phone ringing and knew right away she had passed.

They couldn't rent the house afterwards for all the crazy things that went on inside, people were just as quick to move out, so they basically sold it for pennies, a fifth of what I think it's worth, no one wanted it..and these are just the things I saw.

My dad, uncles, etc could tell you even creepier because they lived there. But whatever's there, it isn't good..

This gives me goosebumps!

littlemissbgiff wrote: »

chrissyw30 wrote: »

Omg sounds so creepy! Hopefully it isn't the bad type of experiences like that was. I almost wondered if my grandparents built over something because there was a ton of mounds and bones in the groves and sometimes we would find really old stuff and my brother used to find arrowheads..although I don't think the windows outta the death hospital helped either.

I've been freaked out a couple of times but have never felt in danger. We have found arrow heads too but no bones. We do have a cemetery on the property but it is a family cemetery, the soldiers are buried in the confederate cemetery in town. Most days it's like living in a B&B. Some nights though, I am woken up and it's not so serene.

RunHardBeStrong wrote: »

I have had a few but this one sticks with me most and I have never really talked about it except amongst those that experienced it with me. This will be hard to type, I will be crying by the end.

My first pregnancy ended tragically, almost 17 years ago. She passed during childbirth a few weeks before her due date. My cousin is a brilliant musician and had written a song about his autistic son. He had just recorded it the night before and was excited to share it. He came to the hospital later in the afternoon, the day of my Caylen's passing. She was still in the room with us. She had been for hours. I couldn't bring myself to let her go. I was distraught and not thinking clearly at all. I couldn't even fathom sending her down to the cold morgue, alone. My cousin being the shining soul that he is tried lightening the mood. He played his song for us. It was myself, my husband, his parents, my parents, my grandmother, my cousin and his wife in the room. At the end of the song we all hear a tiny girl's voice saying "I'm ok, goodbye." The room was quite for a few minutes before my husband starts crying and asks if anyone else heard it. We all heard it. My cousin verified it was not part of the song we wrote and sang. We replayed the song and replayed the song. No one heard it again.

Fast forward few days. I am at the funeral home with her, next to her tiny casket where I stayed from the moment they opened until they closed for 2 days. The night of her visitation, after everyone had left, my parents, in-laws and husband had gone to get some dinner, I didn't want to go. I was sitting there holding her tiny hand, my mom and husband come back in to take me home. I was crying hysterically and didn't want to leave. I knew the next day she would be buried and that would be the last time I see her, again we all 3 hear "I'm ok, goodbye." In a tiny girl's voice. I have not heard those words since.