Have you experienced the supernatural?

Miscellaneous and Personal Stuff I Must Share
1

Inspired by this thread.

When I was very small (like kindergarten), and my youngest brother’s crib was still in my mom’s room, I saw something. My brother’s blankie was laying on my mom’s bed, spread out, and as I passed her room it began rising in the air as though being pulled up by the center. It rose high enough that I could see there was nothing underneath. For a long time I couldn’t walk past my mother’s room, I had to run.

My ex-fiancé used to tell of seeing the ghost of his cat walking around in his kitchen. He also believes that his dead mother visited him in his dreams.

Anyone have any stories of personal experience with the supernatural?

2

Looks like you need to pow-wow with LADYG about this.

3

Yes, I have, but no one beleives me.
A few years ago, my son had a lawnmower toy.
It made a whirring noise when you pushed it.
I went into a bookstore one day where they had occult materials.
Later that night, while me and my son were in bed, no one else in the house, I heard the thing whirr.
Went and looked at it. Jumped up and down tried to jolt it, thinking someone slammed their door orsoemthing.
Nope.
Next night, same thing.
No one will convince me it was a natural occurance. it was demons.
Only a few posters here will beleive me, but the majority isn’t always right either…

4

some girl… I didn’t know where she was for 2 years. she had an e-mail adress she seemed not to have answered in the two years. all of a sudden. I decided I had to write her.

did… she answered. not only that… she had written me an e-mail the day before. but in never came. I just sorta… answered it anyway. answered all the questions… in the right order even. she doesn’t belive I didn’t get it

answering mail I never got in the same day I ‘got’ it seems sorta supernatural to me

5

My house has a tendency to retain things. I wouldn’t say it’s haunted, that sounds too negative. When we moved in, one of the previous owners was still here. When ever we worked on the house, he would get kind of active. I don’t know if he was showing approval or disapproval, but nothing bad happened.

I’ve had 2 cats that lived in the house. When they each died, they would occasionaly visit. With one of them, it’s just visual (he never was a very active kitty). But the other one does things that she did in life, like waits until everybody’s in bed, then runs back and forth across the livingroom.

6

We had something that used to hang out in our attic/spare bedroom. We believe it was a demon.

We did not ever see it but felt its presence several times.

It’s gone now, though.

7

I posted about this a long time ago, but what the heck…

I was hiking alone on the Appalachian Trail several years ago. There’s a trail shelter in the mountains just east of Buena Vista, Virginia. I spent the night there. Sometime overnight I woke up and found a little child whimpering in a corner of the shelter. This was weird, especially because the shelter is a good many miles from anything. The child looked at me and then vanished. It had the saddest face I have ever seen on a youngster. My guess: 5 or 6 years old. The experience was extraordinarily unnerving.

I stayed awake for the rest of the night and left early. It was only afterwards that I learned that a child has frequently been seen at that shelter at night. Furthermore, in the 1800’s, there was a child who disappeared into the woods in the fall, and whose body was found the following spring very near where the shelter is today. I could believe perhaps that I imagined the child except that my description matches several others AND I had no knowledge of any of this when I stopped for the night. Indeed, while the subject of the supernatural interests me, I have never before or since had any experience I would consider supernatural—so I don’t feel predisposed to imagine this kind of stuff.

I often think of going back there to spend the night again—but so far I’ve found plenty of excuses not to go.

8

The last time that I was at my great-grandmother’s house I could’ve sworn that when I opened my late great-grandfather’s old closet (used exclusively by my great-grandmother for about 2 years at the time) I smelled his distinct scent. It was a mixture of ciggarettes and his cologne. No one else that would have any reason to go in that closet smokes, or wears his cologne. I’m willing to admit however that this could possibly have been my imagination.
The thing is, however, my family experiences paranormal things almost regularly. For instance, when my mom was a small child she was sleeping in her mother’s room and her father was away working a night shift. My grandmother sensed something and woke up and upon doing so saw what she describes as a fireball moving towards her and my mother. My grandmother reached over and grabbed my mom and my mom, while apparently just waking up, said “You got me just in time.” I would have no reason to believe that tale except for the fact that my mom who is usually pretty skeptic says that she remembers that.
But fortunately for me (I’m unreasonably afraid of that stuff) I’ve never had any major experiences such as that.

9

Great, starting this thread I scared myself enough that I can’t shower. Have to wait until my husband gets home. :wink:

10

Neither your imagination nor paranormal. Any material that the closet was likely to be made of is going to be porous and absorb odors. If the walls get regular exposure to the same scent for a long time, they can then take years for the scent to completely fade. And it won’t be released evenly - some days there won’t be any smell, then the right conditions will occur and you can smell the cologne and smoke all over again.

11

Knowing the general tenor of the board, I fully expect to be thoroughly discredited by posting here and never be taken seriously again. (Not that I am. ;))

Anyway, here goes:

  1. Some time ago, when I was hanging out with some friends of mine, one of them, who is a skilled magick practitioner now, contrived to heat the water of the pool we were in by a number of degrees. It worked. However, shortly afterwards, I totally lost the ability to stay afloat in the pool - in fact, I felt like I was being dragged into the depths, and I thought I was going to drown. (I am not a weak swimmer, nor do I suffer from asthma or the like.)

  2. Virtually anything regarding my cats. One day, a friend of mine came over to my apartment. This was during a period of time when the cats were particularly vigorously trying to escape. (We live in an apartment building, so if one of them got out the front door, it wouldn’t go far.) Anyway, as I let my friend in, I was very careful to make sure the cats didn’t get out; in fact, I saw both of them run into my bedroom, which does not communicate with the front door hallway in any way. So after letting my friend in, I closed the door. Just then, I heard an unholy caterwaul from outside the door; I opened the door, and my cat ran in.

12

The logical side of me reasons my older sister (who would’ve been 21 at the time) must have done this, and I’ve never asked her about it. However, AFAIK, she was not upset at me at the time–and this is not the type of behavior she exhibits.

The story:

I have a small porcelein bisque figurine–about 3"x3"–of a little blond girl grooming a smiling pinto pony (I came to call them “Penny”–the girl, and “Twiggy”–pony). It’s always been a very special item to me; I bought it with my first job, which happened to be working at a stable. It seemed appropriate in light of that.

One day, when I was 16, I came home from school and entered my bedroom. Something on the floor caught my eye. When I reached down to pick it up, I was stunned to discover it was Penny’s head. Now, because of the fragility of the figure, I’d kept it up on top of an armoire that I knew my cat could not reach, so she wasn’t the culprit. But more stunning was the fact that the rest of the figure–the pony, the girl’s body, etc–was completely undisturbed. A neighboring mini-model horse was knocked on its side; that was the only other disturbance in the area. W…T…F? I’ve always wondered.

This came at a time when I’d been having very disturbing dreams and other intense psychological experiences. Perhaps there’s some connection there.

Oh…in the same room, much more recently (maybe 5 years ago), I had this experience: I was asleep in bed late at night. I had this very potent, very disturbing sensation that someone was entirely too close to my person, and it woke me up. I open my eyes and see this somewhat attractive 20-something blond man with floppy hair leaning over me. He grinned mischieviously, like he’d been caught, and then got up and left the room. The way he left the room was bizarre–it’s rather like a film that’s missing frames. He just sort of flickered away, flashing out the door. By the time he was gone, I was wide awake, terrified, and boiling hot. I waited a long time in fear, but when nothing else spooked me, I managed to get back to sleep.

Now, I had been deeply asleep, so again–the logical side of me says this is just an extremely vivid dream, and the opening of my eyes was akin to those who open their eyes while sleepwalking, seeing but not seeing. Regardless of the phenomena behind the event, it most certainly happened. It’s made me want to research the house, and particularly that room.

13

Yes, well, sort of. I don’t know if it was actually a supernatural occurance or if I made it completely up. The memory is pretty hazy.

My family and I were taking a tour of the Queen Mary in California when I was 10. We got to the pool area, and by then the tour guide had pretty much told us all the ghost stories told about the QM. As we were leaving, another lady on the tour mentioned something about the pool being empty, and I told Mom, “But it wasn’t empty. It was full of water and there were watery footprints all around it.”

Yes, the pool was empty–to everyone else. But I still swear it was full of water when I was there.

14

Back in the '80s, while working the night shift at a hospital in Manchester NH, I spotted the figure of a woman in a white nurses smock walk into an empty room. I was heading toward the oncology ward, and to get there you had to walk through a ward that was used for outpatients during the day, but was not used at night. I looked in all of the rooms in that area and found no trace of anyone. I discussed it with some coworkers that had worked at that paticular hospital for some years, and they told me a story of a young nurse who had more or less dropped dead while doing her rounds on that ward, some fifty years prior. Other people had reported seeing her over the years. I had no knowlege of that story prior to that. I remain a skeptic of the occult, but I have to admit that it still sends shivers up the 'ol spine.

At that very same hospital, I remember a very tramatic code in one of the ICU rooms; difficult intubation, difficult IV access, everything that could go wrong did. The patient died a few hours later. Several patients later admitted to that room reported seeing a man that met the description of of the aformentioned code. The really wierd thing I remember was that when the room was unoccupied, the dead patient’s ECG rhythm kept appearing on the telemetry monitor at the nurses station. The hospital thought enough of the situation that they called in a priest and an exorcism was performed. The sightings and phantom telemetry stopped.

15

I lived in a haunted house for a while. I felt touches on my neck and back several times and there were two abnormally cold places in a hallway. I distinctly felt a shove just before falling down a flight of stairs, and I heard laughter when I landed. There was a room in the basement of this house that I absolutely could not bring myself to enter. If I approached the door to that room, the hair on the back of my neck would absolutey stand up.
Neither my ex-wife nor my son ever experienced any of the things that I did, so they never believed me. Not many people do, as a matter of fact. But, I was there, I had the experiences, and no one will ever convince me that they were not supernatural.

And, for about three months after my mother died, I experienced her presence very strongly and even heard her voice a time or two.

16

The day my mother died my daughter, five at the time, made a comment about her Mimi coming to see her the night before. She said she was going to be going on a trip but that she’d come see her again some day.
My daughter had no idea she was dead, of course, and she probably died around the time she supposedly came to visit her. She is now thirteen and says she can still see her standing by the bed, plain as day. She says my mother didn’t look any different than she always did. No spectral haze or anything.

I’ve shared this on a few boards and I am always running into other people who share similar experiences concerning recently deceased loved ones.

As for me, nothing too freaky. I think I get all that out of the way hanging out for hours at Elmwood and National cemeteries :slight_smile:

17

One day I was standing at my window looking out, and I felt something brush over my arm. Thinking it was just a hair on my arm or something, I brushed at it without looking. And then it happened again. Only this time if was more insistent, as if someone was touching my arm. I turned around and there was no one in the room. There was no circulation in the room (open windows or the like) so it couldn’t have been that. It wasn’t a bug because I looked the second time it happened and there was nothing on my arm. A couple of days later, I was talking to my roommate and she mentioned a similar experience happened to her later that same day. She also said that when she has been home alone and playing the piano, she will hear someone humming along with her. But they only hum when she plays Mozart. When she stops playing, the humming will continue for a couple more bars and then stop. It can’t be the neightbors because we have really thick walls and can’t hear a thing they do, let alone some humming. She also said that before I moved in, the guy that lived there with her had weird, unexplainable things happen to him as well. So we suspect we have a ghost who just likes to hum and occasionally touch us.

18

My wife used to be a cabdriver here in Chicago (before I met her) and she told me that one rainy night when she was driving on the expressway she saw what appeared to be a policeman standing on the shoulder. He waved to her, as if he wanted her to pull over, so she swung off onto the shoulder. When she looked back to where he had been standing he was gone. Her passenger asked why she had stopped, and when she explained about seeing the policeman he said he hadn’t seen anyone. She pulled back into traffic, but about a mile or so later she passed two cars which had obviously just been involved in an accident. It later occurred to her that if she hadn’t pulled over when she did, she would have been at the scene of the accident when it happened.
Then she tried to remember exactly what she had seen, and realized that the “policeman” had looked just like her late father, and the uniform he had been wearing was what her father had worn during the time he had worked as a railroad security guard.

19

LurkMeister, that’s beautiful.

I “saw” my grandma at the moment she died. Daytime. I was just looking out the window and “saw” her for a second. Roughly an hour later, mom called. “Gramma Kay died.”

To be fair, we’d all known she was on her last decline; no one had expected her to finish out the week. But allowing for time zones (Pacific for me, Eastern for her), my sighting was simultaneous, give or take a few minutes. (The time of her death is known; I just didn’t note the time of my sighting.)

20

I’ve had some coincidences that made for good premonition stories… like when I was in elementary school…

My dad lived in Florida and I visited him every summer. I went to a day camp while he went to work. One summer I met a girl named Honoly and we became good friends. We mailed each other letters for a while, but then they sort of petered out.

Well it had been forever (almost a year) since I’d last heard from her, and I had a really bad day at school. On the way home I said to myself “what would really cheer me up right now would be to get a big, fat letter from Honoly.”

When I got home I went out to get the mail, as I always do, and inside was a REALLY big REALLY fat letter from Honoly. It had seashells and all sorts of things in it. It was sort of eerie.

When I was about 18 my then boyfriend and I went on a road trim from AZ to FL and then to Eureka Springs, Arkansas. We were staying in this huge hotel on one of the top floors. In the middle of the night there was a knocking on our window. A very distinct knocking. We were too scared to go look, but in the morning we peeked out… expecting to see a balcony or a roof or something. It was a straight drop for 3 stories, with no trees or anything nearby. I guess it could have been a bird, but it was like 2am and most birds don’t fly around at night. It creeped me out at the time.