I was renting an old farmhouse literally in the middle of cropland (sugar beets and later some form of grain, wheat I suppose. looked like wheat) over in England circa 80 - 81. In the military at the time. Lived by myself.
Once in the dead of night I suddenly came awake in what is normally a very dark if not pitch black room. Lying there in the dark I more or less immediately got the sensation there was another presence in the room. I was also experiencing what is generally known as sleep paralysis. Couldn’t really move as if I was still asleep but I wasn’t. I could turn my head though and as I turned to the right there was a humanoid being sitting in a chair next to my bed, sort of leaning forward a little bit, looking at me. So far so weird but, as I say, this is a pitch dark room so how can I see anything? I came to realize the being was emanating a faint glow. The whole while instead of feeling like jumping out of my skin or screaming, which I didn’t really feel capable of, I felt a definite sense of calm and reassurance. I knew there was nothing to fear at the same time knowing this is most peculiar. Now let me explain the appearance of the being. It was wearing clothes similar to what I or another young fellow such as myself might wear casually. Jeans and a flannel shirt or something like that. I don’t recall exactly and wasn’t really focused on that. It looked like a male human being of average size, thin build, brownish/blond hair of average length but there was something odd about it’s appearance. It looked like it might be seriously ill or especially old for the rest of it’s appearance, or something, and it’s eyes were basically just solid black and I might as well add that it’s teeth seemed sort of filmy looking. However, this thing was literally beaming at me, with the light but also with a countenance as if it liked me. After literally laying there for several moments not believing my eyes and experimenting by turning my head away and/or closing my eyes for a few seconds to see if the vision would go away and after it just sitting there admiring me without a word or a movement if just arose suddenly from the chair and walked out of the room. As it did the light followed and I just sort of thought “Hmm, that was weird” and went to sleep. I woke up the next day to full daylight and my immediate reaction was to spring out of bed, with my hair standing and spend considerable time looking about and trying to figure out what had happened. WEE-YERD!
I’ve had my share of odd dreams but nothing comes anywhere near that experience before or since and I can still remember it pretty vividly. I’ve never been a big Steve King fan and am not sure if he was even around then. I’d not had spicy foods. I’ve told about it to a person or two over the years and of course they just look at me like I’ve just lost my mind so I’ve never seen much point in it.
What was it? I’ve no idea really but AFAIC it was real. I learned years later this was the same time frame of the unexplained sightings at Bentwaters AB over there. I was at Lakenheath but I knew people at Bentwaters and visited, not that it should matter. Could have been a ghost from some prior period on the farm. Also in later years I’ve had an even crazier idea that it may have been a visit by an older version of my own self. Who knows?
I’m considered perfectly normal and not the type to believe in spooks but I swear I’m not making this up.
I’ve had several paranormal/psychic experiences, particularly between the ages of 11 through 16. I’ve had a few in adulthood, but not as many as when I was young.
Anyway, I’ve told this story to several people, including family members, and no one believes me. It’s true though. When I was about 16, I woke up in the middle of the night because of some sort of sound and movement in my bedroom. Outside my window was a strong streetlight, and the curtains were thin, so I could see what was going on in the room fairly well. About three feet from the foot of the bed, on the same wall as the window, was a small wooden desk, and on top of the desk was a small three-shelf bookshelf, and books filled all three shelves. When I woke up I could see something going on in that area, and as my eyes adjusted to the light, I saw that the books were coming off the shelf one by one, in order from left to right. It started on the top shelf, then moved to the second shelf, and then to the third. I couldn’t believe what I was seeing and squeezed my eyes shut and opened them several times, but it kept happening. Then I pulled the covers over my head and laid there very still. Finally I fell asleep. The next morning when I woke up I sat up and saw that indeed I had not been dreaming–the books were in a big, messy pile on the floor. I cannot think of one explanation for what happened.
Among many other weird things I’ve experienced occurred when I was an adult. I had heard vaguely that Hedy Lamarr lived not far from where I did, and one day when I opened the newspaper and looked at the obituaries, I said out loud, “Where’s Hedy Lamarr’s obituary?” I was taken aback, surprised to hear myself say that; while I’m a fan of old movies, I rarely if ever have thought about Hedy Lamarr in my lifetime. Two days later, I heard on the news that Hedy had died that night–two nights after I asked that question. Weird.
I’ve posted before about this kind of stuff, but had another experience within the last two months. I had a week od really disturbed sleep – whenever I would start dreaming, whatever I was dreaming about, an old-fashioned portrait of an old lady would be in the dream, and she would be complaining fretfully about my mother moving things around and something about “a damn Yankee”. Every time she would enter a dream, I would wake up. Now I hadn’t talked to my mom in about three weeks or so as I had been really busy at school and home, but after a week of no sleep I called her on the way to work one morning and asked her if she had been moving any pictures around in the house. She said, “Oh, of course, I haven’t had a chance to tell you!” She had donated some quilts from her great-grandmother to the state museum and had pulled out portraits of her to be copied to go along with the exhibit. I immediately said, “Put the damn pictures back! She’s driving me nuts!” Long story short, pics were returned to the sea trunk they’ve been in for fifty years, and my great-great grandmother stopped badgering me.
On another note, do those of you who experience these things notice it running in families? My mother’s family is well-known for these things, and one of my daughters also sees…things.
I think you can explain everything, if you have all the information. But there are a couple of instances where I don’t have all the information.
The chief one is, one morning really early I woke up convinced that there were police outside and they were going to arrest my husband. A minute later there was a knock on the door.
I told him, “Don’t answer that! It’s the cops, and they’re here to arrest you!”
He assumed I was still asleep and having a weird dream and said, “No, it’s Jim, we’re going fishing and I’ve overslept.” He pulled his clothes on really quick and went downstairs.
It was the cops, and they were there to arrest him.
Now, it was a case of mistaken identity, and after a few rather difficult hours, during which various people were dumbfounded by the likelihood of a guy moving from Wyoming with the exact same unusual name of my husband (but fortunately a different birth date) moving exactly one block away from us, in a city of half a million, they let my husband go. But how did I know?
It wasn’t a SWAT thing, but a deadbeat dad thing, so it seems extremely unlikely that they were creeping around under my bedroom window discussing their plans, but that’s the only thing I can think of. Also I’m usually fairly hard to wake up at that hour of the morning, even with multiple alarm clocks. But still.
Around the same time we had a few other things that convinced my husband I was psychic. I’ve always just figured all these things could be explained with more information. He can believe I’m psychic if he wants.
Oh, here’s another one from the same time period. I had to drive from Denver to Big Springs, Nebraska, and I was into driving fast. I was driving a 15-year-old Karmann Ghia that was painted turquoise. Both the car and the color were highly unusual. I got there, did my errand, and turned around to drive back to Denver. I was still driving fast. Just past Julesberg was a hill and a curve. The highway was divided, and median was really wide. In the median were some emergency vehicles that were attending to a turqoise Karmann Ghia that was upside down and on fire. I looked at it, thought–wow, a car like mine? and the same color? another turquoise KG? And then I decided I wasn’t really in such a big hurry to get back to Denver.
I had a similar experience - my friend and I were driving along a highway in Crete at night. It’d been a long day, so I was dozing off a bit, when I glimpsed what looked like a tall person dressed in white about to cross the road. The idea that someone was trying to cross a busy highway startled me awake, but as soon as I snapped out of my daze the figure disappeared. I figured that in my sleepiness I had imagined the whole thing, but in the two seconds it took all of this to happen, my friend slammed her foot down on the brakes, hard enough that both of us jerked forward, then abruptly took her foot off the brakes and started to speed up again.
“Sorry about that,” she said absently. “It’s just that I thought-”
“-you saw someone about to cross the road?” I finished her sentence for her.
She looked at me with wide eyes. “You saw it too?”
I’m sure there’s some natural explanation for what happened (mist? a trash bag?)but what creeped us out at the time was that both of us thought we’d been mistaken but actually had seen the exact same thing - a tall figure in white that looked like it was about to cross the road, then suddenly disappeared.
Well, don’t know how paranormal this is, but as a kid I seemed to have a weird knack for what is known as “astro projection”.
It started one day when I was taking a nap and for no particular reason, sitting up and putting on a whole bunch of sweatshirts my older brother had left on the floor next to his bed. My mother came in to check on me and told me to take them off.
So what is odd about that story?
I saw it all happen from the corner of the room - I saw myself sit up and put on the sweatshirts, I looked through the walls and could see my mother glance up and decide to come to my room to check on me. I could see her walk down the hallway and come into my room and wake me and tell me to take off those sweatshirts and then I saw her walk back into the kitchen. All from the perspective of the top corner of the room! The memory is vivid even as I write this.
Then I started to “play” with this new-found talent. I would put myself in an imaginary bubble and travel around the world. Mind you, I was about 7 or 8 years old at the time. I would hear places on the news and that night, talk myself to sleep and envision I was in my glass bubble and travel to those locations. I went all around the world and saw many amazing places. BTW, my bubble could go underwater and through walls and fly through space quickly! But I always had a thin, almost “bungee-like” cord attached to me, so all I had to do was tug it and I was back in my bed and could then go to sleep.
So, one day I was playing in the yard and thinking - I looked up into the sky and thought, “where does the darkness end?” I decided that night to find out. So - parents put me to bed, I start to talk myself to sleep and envision myself in my glass bubble but instead of traveling to another country, I head straight out into space. I knew it would be a long trip so I settled into my imaginary bubble and read comic books (that is what I envisioned myself doing during these trips to kill time) and flew further and further away from earth. It was a long trip. I remember I looked back at earth - it was a very tiny speck in the distance and suddenly, it exploded! I mean, the entire planet just blew to smithereens. I had a sudden, teffifying flash of realization that everything I knew - air, grass, people, food - everything - was gone!
My parents came running into the bedroom as I woke up screaming - I had felt the thin thread break from my stomach - as if someone had cut it from me and I was hysterical! It took quite awhile to calm me down.
That story of me waking up screaming was legendary in the family for many years - it was their son’s “amazing hysterical nightmare” story for them, but for me it was the official end of my night time travel. I have never tried it since.
Right. History across this entire planet has been a non-stop catalogue of massacres, plagues, pogroms, earthquakes, wars, hurricanes and genocides, but it took a couple of thousand Americans to die before the afterlife had a 504 error.
Kind of a shame-you appeared to have quite a gift-even if it was a “mere” gift of a hugely overactive imagination (before the likes of Diogenes jumps down my throat).
I used to run an under 21 club and shortly after I got there the owner of the building died in a horrible murder. He was stabbed by a customer while he was trying to get him to leave because he was creating a disturbance.
Several strange incidents happened there over the next several months and a small group of teens were sitting at a table about a half hour before closing. I had started to clean up that area and overheard the girls saying they had seen the owner several times hanging out in various areas of the club. Now I had never seen anything at all and just thought it was young kids scaring themselves with ghost stories.
One of the guys was very amused by the thought that there was a ghost hanging out and stood up on the table and shouted, Prior, (owners name) show yourself you big pussy! I naturally started over to tell the big lug to get down off the table before he hurt himself when an 8’ long light fixture came crashing down on top of him. Instant believer! No, not me, the big lug. He wasn’t hurt bad and refused to go to the hospital, so I just chased them all off and cleaned up the broken glass.
The next day I put the light fixture back up. I had to remove the screws from the ceiling that it was chained to. That’s all, there was no damage to anything but the bulbs, the chains were fine, the screws were tight the holders were undamaged. I almost became a believer myself, but talked myself down eventually. While I was there no other fixture ever fell, but the talk about the owners ghost never stopped completely.
I have a few, I’ll relate four. Two concerning patients and two from shortly after my son’s death.
I was caring for a boy about five years old after his bone marrow transplant. It was just turning dusk, so the room was gloomy. Suddenly there was a bright blue light in the center of the room. The boy smiled and said “Good Bye.”
I asked him what he meant and he told me that (another little boy down the hall) was leaving and had stopped in to say good bye. I walked into the hall to see the unsucessful code team leaving the other boy’s room.
Same transplant floor. A three year old girl whose transplant had failed was dying. Her father was holding her when she woke up and said “Daddy! Look at the shiny people!” Then she was gone.
My son had died 3 days before this happened. We were in a hotel near his house. It was Saturday morning about 5:00 AM. I couldn’t sleep so I went out for coffee.
For those of you that know LA The hotel was on Third a block or so from the Beverly Center. There’s a Ralph’s store down the block and across the street. There is a pedestrian light in the middle of the block. There was no traffic anywhere. I was going to cross diagonally when a memory of Michael saying “Mom, never trust traffic here.” I went to the light just as a car traveling at a high rate with metal on metal braking sounds ran the light.
Michael died in June. His birthday was Feb 27. On Feb 28th that first year, I was driving back to work after running some errands. I looked up to see a cloud formation that formed the word HELP. I said out loud to the empty car “Help who?” Then the letter P formed under the other formation.
Michael’s wife’s name began with a P, so I called her as soon as I got back to work. She was fine. My husband’s name also begins with P, so I called him. Seconds after he answered the Nisqually earthquake started. Being a firefighter, he had to go to work. If We hadn’t been on the phone when it started, I wouldn’t have known where he was. He was gone for two days.
Ok, one more. A year after Michael’s death. I still cried almost every day. One sunny day in June, I was nearly home, crying alone in the car. I was stopped at a light, when I said out loud, “Michael, I don’t want to cry every day any more. You have to do something to make me smile.” At that moment, a bald eagle flew across the street at eye level right in front of me. I smiled, and I cried less often after that.
Hi everyone! I’m new on here and I happened acros this thread and saw it was about the paranormal I just had to take a look.
I had an experience happen to me when myself and two other paranormal investigators were doing an investigation in a private home. The other investigator was just one step behind me, to my right. As we enterd in the living room, I heard the sound of footsteps in the carpeted living room and just secongs later I felt the floor dip or shake when like when someone is walking by you in an older home that had wood floors and were covered by carpet. A breeeze went by my face and then we were able to follow the sounds of footsteps that led right to the front door. The screen door then opened as if it were opened by an invisible, then it slammed shut, HARD. I really had gosebumps becuase it is so hard how to explain what it feels lke when you see and hear someone walk by and you can’t see anyting at all.
