lets talk about experiences you have had with supernatural

[BluBelle]

I have several stories. Some that have happend to me and some that have happened to family or friends:


Once when i was a kid i had this very vivid dream that i was in some kind of bathroom and there were lots of shower stalls and sinks and at one sink there was a girl who had her back to me who was wearing a blue t-shirt. In the dream i was just standing there in the middle of this. We'll in 6th grade we went on a camping trip, the kids that were graduating at some place called camp highland and there was like a community restroom and i was standing in the middle of it, lots of shower stalls and the sinks and the girl
wearing the blue t shirt who was one of the camp counselors. I know this sounds like deja vu, but deja vu is where you are somewhere and you feel like youve already seen it and you know whats going to happen next. This was different. This was a full on dream that I had that I even remember telling people about
and then that happened in 6th grade.


The other thing that happened to me is that i used to be soooooo creeped out by my mothers room. I hated going in there, I always felt completly wierd like I wasnt alone in there or something. I was 8 or 9. Then one day I didnt feel it anymore and I asked my mom about it, she knew that I always felt creeped out in there so then i told her that i hadnt felt wierd anymore. She then told me that she had burned sage or something, theres this thing that if apparently you burn it it cleanses the house of bad spirits. So basically, I used to feel creeped out going in her room and she burned that with out telling me but then I didnt feel scared anymore.



My mom also told me that when I was a baby and we lived in this apt building, the first place my parents had and that i would be playing in the room and then all of a sudden i would start crying. When she checked me there was nothing wrong with me. Apperently this kept happening and then once her brother came over and hes like "you know theres a guy there right," apperently a spirit
and that my mom should just yell and curse at it b/c they dont like it. So i was playing again one day and started crying and she yelled and cursed and said get out of my house and that after that i never cried again.


We have these family friends that used to live in the apt building my parents live in now, it is a mom and her son. Anyway, the mom said that the tv would turn on in the middle of the night that the faucets would turn on. So my mom went over and did that burning thing and that it stopped after that. But apparently that stuff happened before, the people who lived in that apt before our family friends would complain about that to the manager.


This is a story that my mom told me that happened to her when she was young. My mom had this aunt that she really loved and that her aunt kept promising her that when my mom turned 15 she would take her to spain. Well her aunt died right before my moms 15th birthday. This was back in mexico by the way.
So all her family went to her great grandfathers place in some nearby town where the funeral was to be held at. So during the night my mom said that she was sleeping with her mom and she woke up to see her aunt by the doorframe and the aunt apologized for not being able to take her to spain. Of course my mom got freaked out and woke her mom up and her mom was like theres nothing there. Well the next day she woke up and went into the part of the house where they were paying vigilance to the aunt, they had taken the body to the house for the service. When she went into the room where eveyone was, she saw her aunt laying there wearing the dress that my mom had seen her in the night before, a dress she had never seen before in her life.


So, these are the things that Ive heard about. I was also wondering if anyone has had any experiences using the Quiji board?

 

[dc]

freaky stories. thanks for making me scared of going to the bathroom in the dark.

 

[iamwiz82]

I am not a believer in ghosts, but I find the stories facinating and we go on "haunted" expeditions in SE Michigan every once in awhile. I usually don't get any strange or weird feelings, but my fiancee does. I have taken pictures of all the places we have been, but nothing has ever come up.

Here are a few stories:

We stayed at a historic hotel in Petoskey, Mi a few years ago. We were in one of the rooms that faced a garden and then Lake Michigan. The morning we were going to be checking out, my fiancee mentioned that she had a weird feeling that someone was in the room the night before. I teased her about it (and still do ) but she was convinced that she heard footsteps on the floor. It was an old building, so it creaked a lot. When we got home, I checked into it, and found that there are stories about a room overlooking the garden and water that is said to be haunted.

Last September, we drove to Bath, Mi, site of the America's worst school disaster. (Read about it here: http://freepages.history.rootsweb.com/~bauerle/disaster.htm). While I was taking pictures of the place, my fiancee was walking around. She was very quiet the whole time and later she said she felt intense sadness in the area.

Honestly, I have taken pictures and have been to many "haunted" places and I have never seen a thing.

 

[ShotgunSteven]

Ghosts are only a very narrow part of the supernatural spectrum, if one could call it that. There are much more worrisome things to deal with.

 

[clarkey01]

i wish i knew what they are ....people from our past ? trying to tell us something ? trying to warn us ? trying to scare us ? who knows

 

[Gurck]

Originally posted by: iamwiz82
Last September, we drove to Bath, Mi, site of the America's worst school disaster. (Read about it here: http://freepages.history.rootsweb.com/~bauerle/disaster.htm). While I was taking pictures of the place, my fiancee was walking around. She was very quiet the whole time and later she said she felt intense sadness in the area.

404

 

[jinduy]

my uncle said that when he was in china (farming, undeveloped area), he was poopin in one of those hole in the grounds where you squat (they don't have toilets) and an eerie hand reached up from the hole as he was about to clean his ass... he ran out.

 

[jinduy]

another one is that in vietnam or china (or some other closely related country), they have these monks/priests/gypsy or whatever that are supposedly capable of invoking the spirit of your choice to take over the priest's body(but you gotta pay them) so you could communicate with it for a while. For example my vietnamese friend said he had the spirit of his dad summoned into some man and they were talking and everything and all the relatives were crying b/c it was a sad thing.


My point of view? these jabronis are getting away with robbery , but it's still interesting.

 

[iamwiz82]

Originally posted by: Gurck

Originally posted by: iamwiz82
Last September, we drove to Bath, Mi, site of the America's worst school disaster. (Read about it here: http://freepages.history.rootsweb.com/~bauerle/disaster.htm). While I was taking pictures of the place, my fiancee was walking around. She was very quiet the whole time and later she said she felt intense sadness in the area.

404

weird, I wonder why the ). was in both. I think I borked Fusetalk.

 

[z0mb13]

Originally posted by: Dacalo

Originally posted by: z0mb13
I come from a third world country... have lots of stories... but they all are too unbelieveable..

I want to hear them

Ok my parents run a construction business, we build buildings (houses, showrooms, etc etc)

One of the local customs when constructing a building is to have some sort of celebration, so that everything will be fine and dandy (the builders are unharmed from accident, the building will be fine, etc). Also the celebrations are also geared toward the "previous occupants" of the bulding site, so that they are happy and dont disturb the building process, and the people that occupy the building afterwards (I am talking in a supernatural sense here...)

So one time my dad was building a factory in the suburbs of a major city. They did a regular celebration, which includes yellow rice shaped in a pyramid, with food surrounding the rice (chicken, vegetables, etc). A priest (not christian, but moslem usually) usually prays for the food to be accepted by god and the supernatural beings around, after he prays, he will cut off the head of the rice fromt he pyramid, and plant it in the ground. However at that particular time, the priest went somehwere first (I think it was to the bathroom), and when he came back all of the food were eaten by the builders. So the priest did not have time to pray and do the regular ceremony with the rice...

Ok so a couple of days passed, and suddenly one of the builder got possessed by something. And he kept saying "I hate you all, you all are greedy, I did not even get to taste the food, etc etc" (Of course he said this in the local language). Then another incident happened: suddenly a HUGE WHITE tiger (like the one in sigfried and roy) walked accross the building site. Needless to say all the builders are petrified. Mind you this is not in a jungle or something, this is just in the skirts of the capital...

So my dad heard about this, then he redid the ceremony again. And everything was fine afterwards.

I got lots of other stories... will type them later if u guys are still interested and dont think that this story is too farfetched

 

[z0mb13]

Originally posted by: jinduy
another one is that in vietnam or china (or some other closely related country), they have these monks/priests/gypsy or whatever that are supposedly capable of invoking the spirit of your choice to take over the priest's body(but you gotta pay them) so you could communicate with it for a while. For example my vietnamese friend said he had the spirit of his dad summoned into some man and they were talking and everything and all the relatives were crying b/c it was a sad thing.


My point of view? these jabronis are getting away with robbery , but it's still interesting.

yeah we also have some sort of a ritual where we invoke the spirit using a particular stuff.
For instance, we can make a fake person using straws, and after we invoke the spirit, the fake person can move on its own!!

 

[Murphy Durphy]

Hm...

Anyone else here find most of these stories completley rediculous and totally explainable? 90% of these stories can be explained with the subconcious. For instance, the third eye thing. If you were told you had your "third eye" opened and went through all this vigorous training with somewhat of a gullible mind (you wouldn't be opening a "third eye" if you weren't gullible in the first place) there is a very good chance tht you could be making up seeing these spirits and not knowing it.

Anyway, I just think alot of this is just silly but perhaps I'm the silly one.

 

[Pex]

bump for more stories.

 

[Gurck]

Originally posted by: HajikuFlip
Hm...

Anyone else here find most of these stories completley rediculous and totally explainable? 90% of these stories can be explained with the subconcious. For instance, the third eye thing. If you were told you had your "third eye" opened and went through all this vigorous training with somewhat of a gullible mind (you wouldn't be opening a "third eye" if you weren't gullible in the first place) there is a very good chance tht you could be making up seeing these spirits and not knowing it.

Anyway, I just think alot of this is just silly but perhaps I'm the silly one.

I believe everything can be explained by science, and I'll admit I see this thread more as something enjoyable to read, sorta like campfire ghost stories, but I do try to be openminded. In years past scientific phenomena were explained away as the doings of Gods (lightning, thunder, volcanos, etc - just about everything). Who knows, perhaps ghosts and other paranormal phenomena are merely occurrances with a scientific basis which we don't yet understand?

 

[Perknose]

I've never seen a ghost, but a housemate did once. Years and years ago, four of us got to live on and in the 38 acre estate of Dr. John and Mary Gibbon. Dr. Gibbon had invented the heart lung machine at the U. of P., but had been dead for years. Mary Gibbon was in her 80's, an alcoholic, and declining when her old girlhood flame came down from his estate in New England to woo her. She got up out of bed, started playing tennis, and went off to (New Hampshire, I think) to live with him, so we had the whole place to oursleves.

The original part of the house had been built in the 1600's, and had a walk in hearth with a huge cast iron kettle for cooking! The place, called Lynefield Farm, had been built on to over and over again through the years. It had 22 fireplaces. All this great art was hung throughout the house. We each payed $100 a month to live there. I once saw a heating bill in the wintertime and it alone was over a $1000 dollars, and this was in the early 1980's.

Lynefield Farm had been a dairy farm years before. The barn was a stone and wood two story affair that had won architectural awards. In the barn there was an attached woodworking workshop built by a guy in the 1880's. The room was intense, not a nail in the place, all tongue and groove and wooden dowels and numbered beams and perfect workmanship. You could really feel the presence of the guy who built it, in a non-supernatural way. It was on the second floor and had one of those swing out, hay pitiching barn doors. When open, the sun would set right through that door. Awesome. My first summer there, I said eff it to the house and lived in that workshop!

In the 1920's or so, the county had bought a lot of the land and flooded it to make Springton Resevoir, a huge man-made lake which was (and is) the drinking water for Delaware County (Pa). We went swimming in the lake all the time.

Gary lived in the groundskeeper's cottage. Another woman and I lived in the attached servants quarters. A retired English general lived in the main house, but had moved out because Mary Gibbon had put the estate up for sale. A fourth guy was going to be allowed (at $100 a month!) to move in with us, but hadn't moved in yet.

It was winter and I'd moved in to the servants quarters, which were pretty damn nice in themselves. I had a living room and a bedroom, the girl had the same, and on the first floor was a large kitchen and dining area and bathroom. We hadn't yet spread out into the whole main house (although we already had the run of it). Gary was in his cottage.

So it was just her and I in this huge, huge house. One night, at 3am, she woke up me up screaming like a banshee. She rushed into my bedroom, absolutely white and shaking like a leaf. When I calmed her down, she said that she'd woke up to see a ghostly guy in revolutionary era garb standing over her bed.

She screamed, got up, and ran right through him over to my room. Whatever actually happened, it sure was real to her!

We all got to live there two more years while the estate was being sold. It was damn gorgeous! I still think about the parties we had. So many rooms to play with! Except for creaking and settling noises at night (easily explained as the additions literally spanned centuries), no other supernatural stuff ever occurred.

 

[Murphy Durphy]

Originally posted by: Perknose
I've never seen a ghost, but a housemate did once. Years and years ago, four of us got to live on and in the 38 acre estate of Dr. John and Mary Gibbon. Dr. Gibbon had invented the heart lung machine at the U. of P., but had been dead for years. Mary Gibbon was in her 80's, an alcoholic, and declining when her old girlhood flame came down from his estate in New England to woo her. She got up out of bed, started playing tennis, and went off to (New Hampshire, I think) to live with him, so we had the whole place to oursleves.

The original part of the house had been built in the 1600's, and had a walk in hearth with a huge cast iron kettle for cooking! The place, called Lynefield Farm, had been built on to over and over again through the years. It had 22 fireplaces. All this great art was hung throughout the house. We each payed $100 a month to live there. I once saw a heating bill in the wintertime and it alone was over a $1000 dollars, and this was in the early 1980's.

Lynefield Farm had been a dairy farm years before. The barn was a stone and wood two story affair that had won architectural awards. In the barn there was an attached woodworking workshop built by a guy in the 1880's. The room was intense, not a nail in the place, all tongue and groove and wooden dowels and numbered beams and perfect workmanship. You could really feel the presence of the guy who built it, in a non-supernatural way. It was on the second floor and had one of those swing out, hay pitiching barn doors. When open, the sun would set right through that door. Awesome. My first summer there, I said eff it to the house and lived in that workshop!

In the 1920's or so, the county had bought a lot of the land and flooded it to make Springton Resevoir, a huge man-made lake which was (and is) the drinking water for Delaware County (Pa). We went swimming in the lake all the time.

Gary lived in the groundskeeper's cottage. Another woman and I lived in the attached servants quarters. A retired English general lived in the main house, but had moved out because Mary Gibbon had put the estate up for sale. A fourth guy was going to be allowed (at $100 a month!) to move in with us, but hadn't moved in yet.

It was winter and I'd moved in to the servants quarters, which were pretty damn nice in themselves. I had a living room and a bedroom, the girl had the same, and on the first floor was a large kitchen and dining area and bathroom. We hadn't yet spread out into the whole main house (although we already had the run of it). Gary was in his cottage.

So it was just her and I in this huge, huge house. One night, at 3am, she woke up me up screaming like a banshee. She rushed into my bedroom, absolutely white and shaking like a leaf. When I calmed her down, she said that she'd woke up to see a ghostly guy in revolutionary era garb standing over her bed.

She screamed, got up, and ran right through him over to my room. Whatever actually happened, it sure was real to her!

We all got to live there two more years while the estate was being sold. It was damn gorgeous! I still think about the parties we had. So many rooms to play with! Except for creaking and settling noises at night (easily explained as the additions literally spanned centuries), no other supernatural stuff ever occurred.

See, this is a good story. But think about it. Young girl, huge mansion all by herself (practically), its old and scary, and she's heard legends about it from long ago. She wakes up and sees a ghost and comes running to you. Hmm...

Funny how people never see ghost while they are wide awake in the living room watching TV. Only when they are waking up in a dark room still transitioning between sleep and conciousness

 

[Perknose]

See, this is a good story. But think about it. Young girl, huge mansion all by herself (practically), its old and scary, and she's heard legends about it from long ago. She wakes up and sees a ghost and comes running to you. Hmm...

Funny how people never see ghost while they are wide awake in the living room watching TV. Only when they are waking up in a dark room still transitioning between sleep and conciousness

Yeah, I can't really argue with your viewpoint here, I've never seen a ghost myself.

I do have at least one other story that is, IMHO, much harder to argue with, though.

Edit: I would like to point out that she had never previously found the place scary, and she'd been living there for more than two years. I NEVER found the place scary. And there were no ghost or supernatural "legends" about Lynnefield Farm that any of us were ever aware of, so this also wasn't in her consciousness. Finally, she wasn't particularly flaky otherwise.

 

[Pex]

all ufos are ball lightning and all ghosts are subconsciously imagined.

 

[JetBlack69]

The only spooky thing that happened to me was in the 7th grade. We had to write about current events and a hurricane was in the news. So after writing down our answers, we had to hand it to someone else for grading. My friend handed his paper over to me and we started grading. He spelled hurricane "hurriccane" with two c's. I said, "Hurri-K-cane, huh?" and my friend just stared back at me. He said, "I dreamed last night that you would say that." and he had a freaky look on his face. That was rather odd because who would dream that I would say hurri-K-cane?

 

[Fritzo]

One time I had a dream while sleeping at work that I would have meatloaf for dinner.


When I got home, my wife had made spaghetti....but there was a recipe out for....you guessed it....MACARONI SALAD, which not only starts with the letter M, but is also what I ate the last time I had meatloaf!!!!


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[Gurck]

Originally posted by: Fritzo
One time I had a dream while sleeping at work that I would have meatloaf for dinner.


When I got home, my wife had made spaghetti....but there was a recipe out for....you guessed it....MACARONI SALAD, which not only starts with the letter M, but is also what I ate the last time I had meatloaf!!!!


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[Wallydraigle]

I've never really had any kind of eperience where I can look back and say that there was definitely something to it, just deja vu, and little things that make you go hmmm, but there are two experiences that stand out.

When I was little I was terrified of ghosts and stuff. I remember I must have been three or four, and in my room I had these closets with sliding doors. One of them opened about a foot by itself when I was looking right at it, during the day. Of course I ran and told mommy, but she didn't care. I went back and checked because I thought it might have been someone playing a trick on me, but no one was there. And that scared me so bad that I repressed the memory until not too long ago.

When I was 12 we moved. The first day in the new house in the middle of the day I was walking down the hall, and right as I was walking past the light switch it turned itself on. It was the kind of switch that you flip up and down to turn on and off. It never did it again.

I've had lots of hallucinations when I first wake up, those are usually pretty fun.

I used to read all kinds of ghost stuff, ad even though it scared me a lot at the time I never really more than half believed it because I've never experienced anything. Several people that I trust have though. I'm definitely open to it, but I'm very skeptical.

 

[DAGTA]

Originally posted by: Pex
i wonder if anyone has ever seen a ghost or some type of figure or image...and actually went after it. everyone seems to be too scared to do anything. what's to lose?

I do. I used to be scared of it when I was a child but then one day I became angry and decided to start confronting things. It's still an adrenaline rush every time but I feel better about trying to confront things and track them down than hiding from them.

I don't share most of the details/stories online because a majority of the people that hear them think I'm partially crazy. I have seen ghosts. I have talked to spirits in dreams. I have helped a few. I have woken up bleeding on two occasions from scratch marks from a dark spirit in a dream. I have a picture of the first time.

As for the third eye, I feel that most humans have the ability to perceive what we consider super-natural (because we don't understand it, yet). However, as children we are taught that all things super-natural are not real. The brain is amazing. You can block things out of your life by not believing in them. I would guess that the people that have had their 'third-eye' opened are people that have un-learned the mental conditioning of childhood.

I've been actively trying to seek answers and confront things anytime something happens to me for about 12 years now and my blood can still run cold when it's happening.

-DAGTA

 

[Murphy Durphy]

Originally posted by: Perknose

See, this is a good story. But think about it. Young girl, huge mansion all by herself (practically), its old and scary, and she's heard legends about it from long ago. She wakes up and sees a ghost and comes running to you. Hmm...

Funny how people never see ghost while they are wide awake in the living room watching TV. Only when they are waking up in a dark room still transitioning between sleep and conciousness

Yeah, I can't really argue with your viewpoint here, I've never seen a ghost myself.

I do have at least one other story that is, IMHO, much harder to argue with, though.

Edit: I would like to point out that she had never previously found the place scary, and she'd been living there for more than two years. I NEVER found the place scary. And there were no ghost or supernatural "legends" about Lynnefield Farm that any of us were ever aware of, so this also wasn't in her consciousness. Finally, she wasn't particularly flaky otherwise.

I just jumped to conclusions that she might be afraid of that house. Seems kind of spooky on it's own I would think

Anyway, kind of an example to prove my point about the subconcious. My house is considerd to be on the bigger scale so we have alot of windows and doors. Well because of these windows, when they are open, the wind (even though you can't feel it) will slam shut doors and rattle things. I used to tell my friends that my house was haunted, and that was the cause of those disturbances. You would not believe the storys I would get out of them! I had numerous people tell me that they felt something brush by them in the night, or heard footsteps in the attic (I don't even have an attic ). One person even claimed he saw a ghost Indian walking outside my house. It just goes to show that with a little forceful implentation, the subconcious can do amazing things.

 

[skychief]

Sorry about the novel but I have a pretty interesting story from years ago:

When I was younger I used to have a lot of problems with depression but mainly anxiety and it seemed that during those times weird things alway happened. I belive that alot of the ghostly expierences that people have might actually be caused by the person subconciously somehow. For instance, one night not long after I started feeling really good, after about a five year battle with depression, I had a very weird occurrence. My sister had come home from work and it had been her birthday the day before so her coworkers had bought her a boquet of balloons which she had with her. She just let hem float up in the corner of the living room and forgot about them. She soon left and I was the only one left in the house besides our dog. For some reason that night I started feeling real down and was left thinking to myself, oh man, please God, not again. I felt I had finally licked this problem with depression but unfortunately it felt like it was coming back. All of sudden from that point on that night, everywhere I went, those balloons would follow. At first I thought it was static electricity but i soon learned that it seemed like something more. I got so freaked by it that I actually went and tied it to the top of a chair in the living room and then went down to my bedroom, layed on the bed, and put the head phones on. About five minutes later I saw something out of the corner of my eye and, I'll be damned, it was those balloons coming down the stairs. They floated all the way down the stairs, the whole time about five feet off the ground, and not bouncing off the ceiling. When they got to the bottom of the stairs they then floated back up to the ceiling and floated slowly over towards me and came to a stop right over my head. So, here i am laying on my back staring straight up at boquet of balloons stalking me that has just untied itself, traveled through four rooms, made seven turns and traveled a flight of stairs all in about five minutes. Weird thing though, was that through the whole expierence I felt no fear. I soon realized that this whole thing happened when I was feeling pretty bad emotionally so what better thing to cheer somebody up than a bunch of baloons.