Strange Paranormal happenings

[classiccaprice]

I see dead people... well sort of...

Ever since I was a child, I've seen these shadows or silhouettes... they are hard to describe to others. Sometimes there are people I know, other times complete strangers.

There was the girl reading in my dorm room window and the one looking through the dresser.

There's the original owner of my house hangs around in the bathroom. I bought the house last october when his wife went into the nursing home. When she died she showed up too, none too happy about what the house flippers had done to her home (I'm not either for that matter). I guess when you live somewhere for 50 years it's hard to leave it.

My grandfather who had been dead for ten years coming and sitting on the end of my bed. The bed moved, and you could see the indentation in the sheets. My late great uncle and aunt come and sits in his/her chairs in the living room and I still see my deceased dog roaming the house.

All this sounds a bit crazy, but I've come to accept it. Think what you will.

 

[whirlcool]

On a thread a long long time I ago I related a ghost that I had seen one time. Never saw another one again.

When our Black Lab Kurt passed away last April on the night of his death I was in the bathroom washing my face before retiring for the night. Karen was in the kitchen finishing the clean up.
I was rinsing my face off and looked in the mirror and actually saw Kurt standing next to the bed in the same position he was always in when I am doing this nightly ritual. I blinked my eyes two or three times, he was still standing there. Then I turned my head for a direct view and of course there was nothing there.

And another strange thing, my other two dogs Brandy & Kelley no longer will come in the bedroom at night. They used to sleep on the floor in there, but no more. But the two "foster dogs" we acquired after Kurt was gone have no problem coming in the bedroom at night.

 

[spankomatic]

Anyone listen to Coast to Coast talk radio with George Noory?

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Interesting world we live in.....

Jim

 

[peteski50]

coast to coast!

Hi Jim,
I do listen to coast to coast but not every night. Right now I am working so I don't have the option to listen to it. Mostly when I am off I try to catch it. I am interested in most of the topics that are discussed.
Peter

 

[filter-flo_rob]

Experiences, etc.

'morning all,

I'm enjoying reading this thread. I did share some experiences on oldhouseman's Summer Plans II thread, a few days ago.

Believe me, I've had many of the experiences that all of you talked about! I especially like the sections you had said about being nuts. No, we're not -- we are capable to view things in a slightly different way, the people who proclaim us to be nuts are doing so either out of fear or jealousy.

I will say that on occasion, yes, I misplaced my keys, tools etc. Yes, I may have forgotten to turn off the light, turn off the stove, set the coffee timer incorrectly, etc. etc. BUT, when it happens the second or third time, you KNOW that you "didn't do it!"

For example, this week: Mon., Tues. and Wed. The coffee didn't go off at the specified time. Now, I'm the sort of guy who gets up and immediately grabs a cup of coffee. Mon., did I forget? Well, Tues. and Wed. I am SURE I didn't forget, only to come down stairs and see the timer light OFF. I yelled STOP IT! and there were no problems yesterday or today. Go figuah!

We have the usual assortment of banging on the walls, hear walking, lights go on and off, doors opening and closing, radios, televisions, computers, stereos (and Victrolas) turning on or off, rocking chairs rocking by themselves ... Spirits float in and out, the cats and dogs go nuts, even my spouse has seen or heard things as well.

One thing that amuses us is that around holidays we BOTH wake up to the sound of a party going on in the house: typical party conversations, glasses clinking, champagne popping, white jazz playing on a victrola, etc. The cats and dogs just look up as if it was a normal every-day thing.

Speaking of the cats and dogs: they will freak out if a new spirit comes around. By new, I mean someone who hasn't been around before. We have ca. 5 resident spirits and we've gotten to know them by their feeling. Usually there is a new feeling and the dogs bark and growl, the cats eyes get way big and they puff up like that Pink Panther cartoon after he got out of a washer and dryer!

Rob.

 

[filter-flo_rob]

Ann Lee, the Shakers and our house.

This one begs for a separate entry.

Our house in Petersham is the house that Mother Ann Lee used to give Shaker Sermons. I've included a link to a book, but look for yourself: do a Google search on "shakers petersham ann lee". Of course this particular story is but one that we heard. If anyone is interested, I could tell you more -- email me privately, as I don't want to babble on if it is not necessary. It is kinda weird to read the history of one's house in books, etc.

One evening during December, which was ca. 8 years ago, my spouse was away on business so I was at the house by myself. I had to take our Fox Terrier, Lucy, for her walkies. Now, our house is a typical salt box: the front consists of five windows upstairs, four windows and a door downstairs.

We had electric Christmas candles in the window. I was walking the dog and I happen to look at the house. I saw something white walk by the western-most window. I saw the light from the candles reflecting off the "white." I thought for sure there was a reflection of a car or something similar, so I started moving my head every-which way to see if it was a reflection. It then moved from that window to the other, then to the center (hall) window, and to the next and finally the eastern most window. This must have taken almost two minutes. What I could gather is that it was a white nightgown, an the image would stop in each window as to appear as looking out, then move -- the movements were EXACTLY that of someone walking from window to window, NOT appearing and disappearing.

I took the dog in and went upstairs (I'm getting goose bumps as I recall this). In the west bedroom (the guest room), we had a Shaker hymnal on the dresser (that room has Shaker style furniture). Well, I found the hymnal on the bed in our bedroom which is the EAST bedroom ...

For the first and only time since we lived there did I get actually "scared"

Have fun!

Rob.

The People Called Shakers

For 35 years, the author of this book has been a devoted student of the history, beliefs, and ways of The United Society of Believers in Christ's Second Appearing, better known as the Shakers. Out of his extensive research into manuscripts and primary sources and his conversations with friends...

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[andyelectrolux]

I've had several random experiences throughout my whole life. I wouldn't say that I have any type of special perception since the following incidents have been so random and unexpected. I'll post the three that are the most concrete, that I know were not my imagination.

One of my earliest memories goes back to my early childhood. I couldn't have been more than two. I had my own bedroom with my crib, and some antique furniture my mother had placed in the room. One of the pieces was an antique baby changing table. I will never forget this for as long as I live. On at least two occasions, in the morning, two long snakelike things would come out from under the changing table, and just sort of move around a little. One was red, and the other was blue. I cried and screamed for my parents and shouted "BOAF!" They came in, and of course it was gone or they just couldnt see it. They would ask me what the matter was, and I would just point and scream "BOAF! It's a boaf!" like they should know what that meant. Finally my mom threw away the changing table, and she had me sit at the window when the garbage man came so I could see it. I still remember looking through that window and seeing it tossed into the truck. Some might call this an overactive imagination, but I can tell you, I know the difference between my early memories that were imagination and reality. This was real. I remember crystal clear what that thing looked like. A couple of years ago, my family and I had all sat down to dinner, and we were talking about early memories, so I asked them if they remembered the boaf. They were incredulous that I had remembered something from so early in age. My mother, who is a no-nonsense woman and pretty skeptical of paranormal activity said "I will never forget the look of terror on your face when we came into your room. I know you saw SOMETHING". And yes, it did stop when they threw away that table.

The second incident that comes to mind happened sometime around 2003. I was dating a guy, and we had gone up to his friends in St. Louis to spend the weekend. We were laying in bed, and he was sound asleep. I heard a male voice say something unintelligible. The strange thing was, I "heard" this voice sort of above and behind my right ear. Steven was laying on my left side. I don't know how else to describe it, but the way I heard the sound was just different than how you hear someone speaking in a room with you. (and no, I wasn't drunk). I didn't give it anymore thought, and then I heard it again a few moments later. It said "Be safe". Then I knew something was up. I asked our hosts the next morning if they had experienced any paranormal activity in the home, and they said no. I heard the voice once more when Steven was driving me home, again what was said was unintelligible. Since he was awake, he saw my reaction and asked what was wrong. I told him what I had heard, and to my surprise he acted like it was no big deal. He then told me that other people had experienced similar things around him, sort of like he was a receptor to the other side. I never heard that voice again, I'm wondering if it was some sort of spirit guide. I just don't know what he was referring to when he said "Be safe".

The most recent incident happened last fall when I was taking a nap in my bedroom. I share a home with a two other men who are partners. At that time, one was going through a difficult time, and had a lot of pent up anger. Anyway, I had just sort of woken up from the nap. I was perfectly lucid, and just laying there on the bed with my eyes closed. I heard someone knock on the door, and then a voice say "You'd better stop that.....or else I'm gonna..." The ellipses are parts of the sentence I couldn't distinguish. It was like I was hearing the voice through a radio that had bad reception. It was such an angry, threatening voice and I turned around to look because I thought it was Cody. When I opened my eyes no one was there. The door wasn't open or anything. I bounced this off a good friend of mine who has some psychic ability, and he theorized that our energy attracts certain spirits or other energies. Because Cody was so angry, this energy was attracted to him and just decided to mess with me a little.

 

[toggleswitch2]

ooh ooh ooh.

I was in some big famous park in Los Angeles, California (as evening was falling; near the Pacific Ocean, IIRC) when mother nature called. Headed to the loo.

Boy that was interesting. Heard all kinds of stall doors opening and closing and rattling and carrying on. Went to investigate in that in NYC that would be the homeless, the strung-out and the druggies in residence.

The room was 100% empty 'cept for me and my firend.
Well known to be haunted.

 

[oldhouseman]

This past spring

I was talking to my neighbor and her little girl kept saying "There's a face in your upstairs window". I thought she must be seeing a light relection of sunlight against the old glass. I knew my partner was out on an errand.

Well, I took her hand and we walked toward the house to have a closer look (the upper left window) and....

..................look at next post

 

[oldhouseman]

Sure enough

she was right, I heard a crash and....

Saw 2 faces in the window!!!

A times I can hear footsteps upstairs and I know nobody is up there (not even the dogs). Many people have been born and died in this old house so I just take it to be part of the character of the house.

 

[jasonl]

How would you like to live in Loretta Lynn's mansion for a day?

http://www.prairieghosts.com/hur_mills.html

 

[toggleswitch2]

Jason you have mail in your YAHOO Acct....RSVP

 

[peteski50]

Loretta Lynn

I remember I saw a television show about Loretta Lynn's mansion a few years ago. I can't remember the specifics - but it was a fantastic documentory.
Peter

 

[neptuneguy27]

Okay, so here's my brush with the unexplained......

In the fall of 1999 I purchased my first house ( still live there today ) in the suburbs of Baltimore. I moved my parents out of the house I grew up in which was in a rapidly declining city neighborhood, into the new house. The house was brand new and had never been occupied before us. On December 16, of that year, three days after my 23rd birthday my father suddenly passed away from a fatal heart attack. He died in the house, in bed, right beside my mother. Skip ahead to late May, 2000. Mom and I are in living room packing up my dad's clothes to donate to charity. While we are standing at the foot of the stairs leading to the 1st floor and all of the sudden there was a slight breeze and the smell of my father's after shave. The smell lingered for several minutes before finally abating. About year later my mom was working from home in the office which is in the basement. She heard the front door open, close, then the sound of heavy boots walking on the kitchen and dining room floors above her. My dad always wore boots. She thought that it was me who came home and started calling for me. When no answer came she went up to investigate and of course, no one was there. Needless to say, for someone who vehemently denies the existance of anything supernatural, she was a bit unnerved. The footsteps continued off and on for a couple of years. We haven't heard anything for the last few years, at least not the footsteps. There have been a few other things that have occured over the last couple of years but, mainly just noises, like the sound of the powder room door closing on the 1st floor. The sounds of pots & pans moving around in the kitchen, etc. Just enough to get your attention, but not much to scare you.

My second experience that I had was two years ago this month. I had gone to the Chesapeake Pride fair in Annapolis with a good friend of mine. While we were standing around talking with a few friends that had joined us I suddenly experienced this sensation that all the noise around us was quickly fading out and I had that " flee or fight " urge. At the same time I became aware that my good friend had a look digust on his face. He quickly spun around and in a loud voice greeted someone who was standing beside him. As he was introducing this person to us the was getting worse. At the moment our hands touched to shake, I felt as though I were going to be violently ill. As soon as we let go, the feeling subsided. After a few minutes I felt normal again. An hour or so later my friend told me that the man he introduced us to was his former boss and was HIV+. It was known that he was having unprotected sex with young men and not letting them know of his HIV status. I have always been good at reading people and getting a "sense" for them, but that was the most instense thing I've ever experienced. Glad it only happened once.

Chris

 

[rp2813]

Chris, please tell me your post above doesn't mean you're afraid to shake the hand of or give a hug to anyone who is HIV+.

 

[neptuneguy27]

No, not at all. I think I felt the way I did because of his actions of not telling his partners about his status and having unprotected sex with them. And mind you, I knew nothing of his status until an hour or so after I had that "feeling".

 

[retro-man]

Ok glad to find that I am accepted person and not put out by all of you. I am going to the 30th party in ma. Boy are we gonna have some good conversations. Can't wait. Another experience came to mind this morning that I want to relate. Years ago a good friend named Paul and I lived together for about 10 years. We were taking down the Christmas tree together and decided that we would exchange some of the ornaments that we had grown up with. He let me choose a couple of his and the same with me. He passed away 4 years ago from heart problems. 2 years ago my wife and I were sitting in the family room and the Christmas tree was in the sunroom. The lights were on the tree and the tv on. I was sitting there looking at the tree and saw one of the ornaments that Paul had given me. I pointed it out to my wife and we were both looking at it when all of sudden it flew off the tree and across the room. We just sat there and said I guess Paul is here visiting. Got up put it back on a different branch and there is stayed. Strange happenings for sure. Can't wait till next saturday to meet some of you guys and gals.
Jon

 

[jamman_98]

Yellow Dandelions

When I was a child, I would pick yellow dandelions for my Mom. They were always special for both of us in that it reminded her that I was sill her little boy. My Mom passed away in October of 2005 and at the visitation, I made a comment to myself that it would have been nice to have yellow dandelions on the coffin flower spray. After the visitation I returned to my Dad's house and since there was nothing to do, I went into the back yard to pick up pine cones and stickes. About 45 minues later I bent down to pick up a stick and there among the dead grass was a lone yellow dandelion. I know it was my Mom's way of telling me she was ok. Now it's 2008 and as some of you have read, I lost my Dad in May. A few weeks before his death, I kept noticing tons of dandelions in bloom. More than usual and in places that are mowed quite frequently. We had a grave side service for my Dad and I was going to give his eulogy. I was quite nervous not to mention the emotions going on with losing ones Dad. Just before I rose to give the eulogy, I looked up and between 2 grave stones was a yellow dandelion. No other dandelions were at the cemetary, but I knew my Mom let me know she would be there for me. It's not a scary story but I like to believe that our loved ones let us know the're sill around.

Joe
jamman_98

 

[Maytagmom]

I love this topic too!

I have enjoyed reading everyone's post on this. Been wanting to post, just been super busy getting ready for my road trip Vacation.
I have had far too many experiences to post them all here. But I truly "believe", and more than just paranormal stuff too.
Had my first psychic dream at 9, it came true, and when I had that deja vu experience, I freaked out. Will never forget it. I was 13. I also know if I have the same type dream 3 times, it comes true.
My mom had a gift too. I always was interesting in reading her paperbacks on ESP, paranormal, astrology, at a very early age. Was just drawn to it. (And still am)
The day she passed away, quite a few freaky things happened that morning. I remembered I had a dream about her that morning before waking. I was the last one of her kids to see her the night before, and was able to say I love you and goodbye.
I was getting ready to go see her at the hospital that morning, but had a 6 month old baby at home, it was raining outside, and I was taking my time. I remember something came on TV, and I thought oh my god, she's gone, so I had the feeling I had to hurry to get to hospice. The lights went out, came back on, and I had a very strange sad feeling, that I was too late. Minutes later, my father called me, and said the hospital was trying to contact family to let us know she had passed. Why on earth they called him...they were divorced for over 25 yrs, and they knew to contact my older sister. Anywhoo, he said, he was sorry...etc....and I left pretty quick for the hospital. I got there and had my time with her before the rest of the family got there, and they took her out. She was cremated and I have cared for her Urn all these years. After she passed away, I moved into the home (I grew up in) to take care of it until we could sell the Estate. Lights would come on, cupboards open. Her Christmas box going off on its own during the holidays. Typical Mother playing jinx on
us. I had alot of dreams too - just letting me know everything was "ok".
Fast forward to December 2005....I missed my first "wash-in" with the Texas folks, because my cat was very sick, and I had to put her down that day. Bad timing. I was an emotional mess that day, to say the least. My daughter at the time, would not let me dispose of her, I HAD to get Jasmine cremated. So there she sits on the mantle next to Mom.
That night, I kept hearing meowing, everytime I was around the spot where she laid. Heard it a couple of more days after that, and haven't since. I knew those meows were her saying she was OK. We had her for 10 yrs.
January 06 - I swear I saw the ghost of a man in the downtown offices, as I was waiting for the elevator one night. This particular elevator opened and closed a few times. I thought it was weird that it was malfunctioning like that. It opens and closes a few more times, and I thought, I am going to take another elevator. When it does open there is this man standing in the corner it closed and opened again...and he was gone. I got the willies so bad. I'll never forget how he looked. Just motionless, fully dressed and no expression on his face. An Asian engineer walked up and said something like: Are you alright, because I must have been, "white as a ghost", lol....I said, OMG I just saw a ghost.
He must have thought I was fruit loops...(maybe I am)
I never saw him again, but there were times when I had my office on that floor, I would avoid that elevator if I was alone. Never saw him again.
Last year while visiting Omaha, my friend Brenda and I went to the Villisca Axe Murder House, in Iowa. Oh god, we had so much freaky stuff happen to us, I cant even go into all of it. I do remember standing in the upstairs room and she was checking an etch a sketch someone had left and I got a cool breeze and a strong scent of roses. I told her to stand by me & see if she could smell them. We were in the house about 3 hours by ourselves, and had doors open, a toy ball roll off a floor grate (where I had placed it so it wouldn't roll).
We have alot of interesting pictures too.
I will be back in Omaha next week (hi Greg!) and I believe we will be going back to Villisca again for another "tour".
I feel as though the older I get, the more stuff I have happen to me, that can not be explained.
I realize how blessed I am and embrace it fully. To those who don't understand, or think I'm nuts, I can't nor won't try to explain it to them. You either understand it, or you don't.
I just wished I could pick the right lotto numbers to retire and travel. LOL
Sorry for the long post...just had to chime in.

MM/C

 

[petek]

I've had many so called para normal things happen throughout my life but a few really stick out. The most vivid was back in 1975 when my best friend and I had just moved out to Vancouver and rented a studio apartment on the 20th something floor of a hi-rise (studio = one room, no bedroom, kitchenette, like a hotel sorta)
Anyways, one night I'm sleeping on my newly purchased bed and Brian is sleeping on the couch across the room when I feel something touching my feet and I awaken. In the dimly lit room at the foot of my bed I see a dark shadow like figure standing there. I ease myself up on my elbows to get a better look and I can see Brian still asleep on the couch across the room. Then the shadowlike figure sort of glides over to the couch and stands overlooking him. It then glides over towards the balcony window and disappears at which time Brian shoots up from the bed in a terrible fright about something touching him.

Another time in my early early teens I was visiting my friend Elsie for whom I used to babysit her 2 kids. She was quite into the paranormal and was explaining to me about syncronicity of events. I left about 2.30 in the morning and wandered a few blocks home. When I got in our house I was fixing something to eat in the kitchen, everyone else was asleep, when I heard a thud coming from our diningroom. I went in to see what it was and there was a book laying on the floor in front of my dads bookcase. It was one of my mothers books on pschology and it was open to a page discussing synchronicity of events.