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Bigshizza
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Paranormal experience you'd like to share. I love watching Ghost Adventures and especially Dead Files. Lame-- sometimes but pretty thought provoking. My only experience is the day after my mom died, the clock stopped at exactly the time she passed. That was 30+ years ago and I keep looking. Please share your legitimate personal encounters. The best story could result in a treat before Halloween!
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When I was younger, I lived in a big house that was over 100 years old.
There was a room that you went through my room to get to and for years, it was used as storage.
My brother and I shared my room.
One night, when I was about 12 or 13, around 2 in the morning, I heard the door to that room open. Most of the doors in the house seemed to have their own unique creak when you opened or closed them and the door to one of the other bedrooms had a habit of opening by itself, so when I heard the door, I became wide awake, because it wasn't the normal door that would come open.
I looked toward the door, it was open and I could see a dark figure walk through the doorway. I couldn't make out any features, just a form. It moved through the room and stopped and looked at me. I flipped the covers over my head and peaked out to see the figure go out the door. We normally kept the bedroom door open, as the only heat to that room came from downstairs. The odd thing is, the stairs are right out the door and I didn't hear anyone go down the stairs.
Then my brother says, "Are you awake?"
I about jumped out of my skin.
I told him I was now. He says, "I just saw someone walk through the room. Did you see it?"
I told him he had been dreaming and to go back to sleep.
I got up and closed the door and latched the door carefully.
In the morning, the door was open again.
The next day, we switched bedrooms to the smaller spare room. LOL!
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The day my Grandfather died, I came into the living room and my oldest son was about 4 or 5 and he was carrying on a conversation with someone.
I asked him what he was doing and he said he was talking to Grandfather.
He never called my father Grandfather, he always called him Grandpa.
So I asked him if Grandpa called and my son said, "No, not Grandpa, Grandfather, he was here with me."
I shook my head and figured it was my son being weird, until my Father called me a couple hours later and said my Grandfather died a couple hours earlier.
Still not sure what happened, but made me wonder that day.
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Years ago, My wife was pregnant with our first son.
I had been working 12-14 hours a day and he was over due.
The next day, we were going to the hospital for some "stress' tests at the hospital.
We were concerned, so I tossed most the night.
About 3 in the morning I woke up, because it was a little chilly in the room. This was middle of July, so shouldn't have been chilly.
I looked at the end of the bed and there was an old Indian woman smiling at the end of the bed. I frantically clutched at Missy to wake her up and when she finally woke up, there was nothing there and of course, I look like I've really lost it..
I looked at some old pictures of my great-grandmother and while I'm not certain, it could have been her.
Money can't buy happiness, but it can buy cigars and that's close enough.
My wife asked me a couple of times if I left my dresser drawer open and I said I didn't think so, but it was possible. However, it kept happening with my dresser and hers.
One weekend we went away. Before we left the house, I checked every cabinet and drawer in the house and they were all closed. When we got back on Sunday, all the drawers and cabinets in the master bath were open! The house was secure and all our valuables were intact, so there was no break in.
A few weeks later, I was in bed half asleep and my wife was in the bathroom. She had a stack of books on her night stand and I thought they fell over. When she got out, I told her that the books had fell over. The books were still there, but the drawer from a heavy, solid wood night stand, had come out of the night stand and cleared our sleeping dog next to the bed. He was a very large, long dog and the drawer landed at the foot of a king sized bed!
Since then, there have been several other "incidents." My wife called me one day and said that her wedding ring came off in bed and she could not find it. She searched all over the bed and the floor around it and could not find it and she was in tears. She called me five minutes later and said that the ring was placed in the middle of her pillow!
One day, she could not find one of her watches. A few days later, she found the watch in the dirt of a potted plant in the dining room. The watch does not fall off her wrist, he has a very strong clasp.
She called me from school this morning and told me last night, she felt someone tug and pull on the pillow she was holding. I was not awake and she didn't want to wake me, but she was scared to death.
We have named this spirit "Elgin", why I don't know, but he seems to be pretty benign but he is still scary. He has not done anything really bad yet, but he does keep you on edge.
I was just a wee little feller, maybe four years old. We lived at 1022 Avenue A in Redondo Beach (my mother had pounded our address into our little heads just in case, and I still remember). Someone explained to me who the man on the penny was. That night, I had a bad dream. Had to get up and crawl in bed with Mom and Dad. The man on the penny warned me the president was gonna get shot, I told them. I saw him in his rocking chair. Well, the man on the penny did get shot, they admitted, but that was a long time ago. No, not him, I said. Who, Ike? they asked (Dad liked Ike.) No, I insisted. Not him. The man in the rocking chair.
This is as accurate as I could remember the incident, years later, when I read that Kennedy, famous for his rocking chair, has a secretary named Lincoln, who warned him not to go to Dallas.
My one cent's worth.
The original 900 sq. ft of our house was built in 1950. A contractor bought it and blew out the back to make the 2100 sq ft we have now. I have no history of previous owners.
On more than one occasion,my wife wakes up in the middle of the night to see either a man in a brown suit, or a woman in a red dress standing by our bed with their arms out and palms up, like a what the hell expression. I have never seen them because there would have to be an explosion to wake me in the middle of the night.
After the third visit I asked her to wake me if she saw either of them again. She woke me after the next visit , but I did not see anything.
The next day I had a cigar out back and was thinking about our visitors and said out loud how much I would like to see them.
I walked in the back door and movement in the front room made me turn my head. The movement was an 8x10 framed picture of us flying across the living room and landing in the middle of the room, 6 ft from the shelf it was on!!
I do not fear these wandering spirits, but I do wish they would quit bothering my spouse.
Many years ago my 1st wife and myself had a small duplex built in a new housing area. Her brother lived on the other side, which is a few tales as well, but...
So, one evening as he's getting ready for bed, my then 4 year old son tells me to come with him and "wait for Bobby".
"Bobby?" I asked
"Yeah, Bobby comes and plays with me at night. You would like him."
So, I figured he had an imaginary friend. Waited for awhile. No Bobby. He mentioned Bobby a couple days later, and we talked about it for awhile. Bobby was his age, a little boy that came and played at night. Came through the access door in the closet. His insistence about Bobby really coming began to get spooky. I eventually looked up some appropriate Bible verses, read them aloud while walking through the house, and told Bobby not to come back.
About a year later, when they cleared the lot next door, they turned up a tombstone of a Robert Alexander, born 1791, died 1796.
Bobby.
"If you do not read the newspapers you're uninformed. If you do read the newspapers, you're misinformed." -- Mark Twain
I have always been a conduit for ‘interesting’ things happening in my life and my wife’s after we got married. I have had a young spirit that followed me all over for about 6 years and she brought a very dark male entity with her. It was a very interesting situation. Too long to type. Maybe another time. But for now ill give you this one. It happened in the first house that my wife and I bought.
We found this perfect little house on short sale several years ago. Built in the early 1940’s, little bungalow, lathe and plaster, arched doorways, warm hardwood floors, old bones and an equally beautiful old yard. From the day we moved in we had felt that we weren’t the only people occupying the house. My wife would always get feelings of a somewhat judgmental motherly force in the kitchen and dining room and a very heavy male force in our garage. I had noticed these things as well.
While on the couch watching TV we had always noticed shadows moving around in the little ‘hallway’ (a 6x6 foot area between 3 doors to the bedrooms and bathroom and the open doorway to the Living room) it was a nightly event. Until one night I was sitting on the floor playing my xbox and my wife was on the couch reading…. When we both saw a little old woman walk from our bedroom into the bathroom. We both saw it plain as day! In shock we turned to each other and described to the T of what we had seen. She was about 5 feet tall, wearing a white ruffled night gown and had the stereotypical old lady white poofy hair.
The next day I had been working on my hedges when our neighbor came out… risking sounding like a fool I asked him about the owners of the house prior to us and if any had passed away in it. His face drained of all the blood as he said that the original owners both passed away in the house. The husband in the yard and the wife in the bedroom. I asked him to describe the wife and he described EXACTLY what we had seen the night before.
Shortly after that we had been noticing the male force inside the house. It still occupied the garage but not as heavily. From my spot on the couch we could see through the dining room, into the laundry/mud room and out the back window. At least once a week we could see a shadow cloud taking over the laundry room. It would get so dark and heavy that it would blot out the light from the windows. There were several occasions that the room would look like it was a mile deep and we couldn’t see then end of it.
As the holidays approached the first year in our house we had my mother and her husband over for dinner. As we were sitting on the couch talking, my mom’s husband (Ken) fell quiet and was very distracted by something in the dining room. When asked what it was, he said that the candle lanterns hanging from our ceiling started to sway. They looked as though someone pulled them to the left and let them drop into a sway and once they stopped it would repeat itself. I got up and went to stop the swaying and when I stepped into the dining room the temperature dropped and I was instantly sick to my stomach. Ken followed me in and instantly stepped out saying that he couldn’t be in there. That there was a dark male presence that wanted us out of the house.
Ken sat back down and observed the house as we continued to talk. Shortly afterwards he mentioned that the laundry room looked odd. When I asked what he had meant he only responded with ‘it looks deep…. Like a cave.’ I retrieved my K2 meter and took it into the laundry room and it lit up like a christmas tree. The room felt like there was a heavy fog in it and had a cold heavy feeling of dread and hatred. It eventually faded when we went back to our conversation 15 minutes later.
Random sounds of dishes and glasses clanking from the kitchen, dark shadows and strange feelings until the day we left. Our new house feels lighter and more pleasant. We have yet to experience anything here…. Nor do I want to. Im ready for a break from the paranormal.
Does that count?
* I have a new address as of 3/24/18 *
Was outside with my 3 year old son one day, wife came out and said wheres tyler panic mode set in, and at that time son came from around the house, wife yelled at the boy where were you, son answered was over by the big tree and talking to aunt sandy.
We have been best friends with this couple since high school and this is their story.
My friends wife had a brother who passed away earlier this spring. He had a stroke when he was in high school and she has kind of been his care taker for the last 20 some years. When he passed he left her a little life insurance policy. This couple is huge Pontiac GTO people. He has a judge completely redone and she has been looking for a 1970 conv. for awhile now. This past summer they went to the annual gto meeting/show. They found her car. They had to have it and the fellow wanted to sell. They told him about the life insurance and the whole story. After they agreed someone else wanted to buy and offered a lot more but the guy wouldn't sell. He said it just wasn't right. So when they went to test drive it, turned the engine over and on the radio a Steve Miller song came on, which was her brothers favorite band. Ok, whatever. So I guess these guys name their cars and she was asked what she was going to name it. She had no idea but Maggie Mae kept coming to her so that was that. When the group was cruising in all the cars, my friends were driving the newly purchase car and someone in front of them took their picture. She had posted the picture later and someone commented on when she got their car? She said just bought it. Laugh laugh, no you didn't, your brother is sitting in the back seat. They look at the picture and he is sitting back there with a huge smile on his face. I have seen the picture and we have a copy of it. Never been a big believer in this stuff but now.... And by the way, they looked up Maggie Mae and it is a song by Rod Stewart and the album it is on, Every Picture tells a story!
One of my favorite experiences happened when I wasn't even investigating. My wife and I were checking out a location for a charity event, an old Victorian mansion/hall owned by the Masonic order. The woman giving the tour was explaining some of the history and experiences in th building. Half way through the tour my camera stopped working. The batteries were fine but the shutter wouldn't trip. Strange but not what I would call paranormal. Wendy, the tour guide, told me that cameras had been affected on several occasions in the house. Once the camera started working again, the autofocus didn't want to lock in, as though something was in between the camera and what I was taking pics of. Again, weird but not spooky. As we walked through I noticed what seemed like shadows moving around corners when we approached and movement behind doors. The best part was when walked into what was once the children's room and a book flew off a shelf and landed about 8ft away on the floor. The tour guide freaked out, my wife was creeped out and I wanted to stay and investigate more!
Roland
At any given time the urge to sing "In The Jungle" is just a whim away... A whim away... A whim away...
"Elgin" at work again!
Yeah yeah, Necro.
So today, I had to order a wifi cam for our house.
Everyone has been seeing shadows and things go by doorways for a while.
I know most of us are insane, but I have no explanation. Either light is playing tricks, which I can't see how. And when I walk in the living room and see a shadow flash across in front of the TV, in a dark room, it is hard to come up with a logical explanation.
One of the kids swear they saw someone with long hair pass by their bedroom door and we searched the house and nothing.
Car lights don't shine in any windows, cause we are on a dead end street and the last house. So, the lights would only show in the front porch corner and not much else of the house.
Being native american, so may things go through my head. None of which make any sense.
So now, I ordered up a wifi cam, cause the one I hooked up, started to work, then just quit working and another we had up on the cabinet has come up missing.
Batting a thousand.
But I'm gonna find out one way or another what is going on.
I aim to catch what ever it is on video, if I'm lucky.
If not, then I'm at a loss to explain what is going on.
And of course, the boss lady is mad at me, cause they've been telling me for some time that they've been experiencing things and now that I finally see something I can't explain, I want cameras and stuff to get to the bottom of it. 😄
Money can't buy happiness, but it can buy cigars and that's close enough.
I've lived in old and new houses and never saw a thing. I guess I'm a skeptic.
Trapped in the People's Communist Republic of Massachusetts.
Call them! @0patience
Closest thing I have is occasionally my interior hallway, motion detectors go off in the middle of the night. When no one is home.
Don't let the wife know what you spend on guns, ammo or cigars.
Only one experience for me.
My Mother died when I was a very young boy. I hardly have any memories of her.
When my Son was a baby, just me and him were in the house. I was holding him attempting to get him back to sleep when I heard a soft voice say "you have done well" It kind of creeped me out. In the mirror I vaguely saw my mother smiling at me then she was gone.
That was my one and only moment
When I was but a toddler, the man on the penny visited me at night when I was in my crib. I was supposed to be asleep, but instead I was playing with my fingers pretending they were a truck. I reported to my Mom next day how the man on the penny was rocking back and forth crying about Jack.
This was ten years before Jack became prez.
True story.