I second BoBettie. I have had full-blown arguments with my fiancee as he was falling asleep that he does not remember. He has done this three times so far, twice as we were both falling asleep and once he woke me up in the middle of the night to pick a fight with me for not “rewinding the DVD.”
Half asleep comfortable people can occasionaly say some strange things. Not that I’m saying this is the only explanation, as I was not there and have no conclusive opinions on such subjects, but it’s a consideration.
Might I add however that while reading your story I got pretty freaked out and had to turn on the TV. I’m a skeptic but I’m also a pansy.
A few months after my cat died, I went to stay with my mom and dad for the weekend. He had lived his first few years with them while I went to college. They lived in a rural area with a lot of open space for him to roam. After college he lived with me a couple of hours away. Anyway, I was laying awake in the bed (i was truly awake–it takes me a long time to fall asleep too, and I wasn’t even tired), and I felt a cat jump up on the bed by my feet, walk up (just inches from my body) to my side, and cuddle up next to me. If you’re a cat owner, you know what I’m talking about. Nothing else can match the sensation of cats jumping and walking next to you on the bed. My parents had no animals, and I brought no animals with me, no way an animal could get into the house.
I don’t disbelieve in ghosts, but I don’t necessarily believe in them. But this experience was weird and has pushed me further in to the believing in ghost camp.
Ditto. I, as a kid, often talked to my parents that I was visited by a 19th century missionary ghost. They would hear me talking with him sometimes late at night. I can still remember the feeling of him sitting at the foot of my bed pulling the covers tight on my feet. Never happened I know but still kinda scares me.
Makes me happy to have a cat. If she’s not afraid then I don’t have to be either. Especially after this thread.
Well, here’s the rub: there is no ambient noise in my home. I live in a fairly remote suburb, and the only thing I can hear at night is my ears ringing (long live rock n roll). There was an unusual noise earlier that night, but it was coming from outside and stopped before the voice. It sounded like electrical feedback, or the old-fashioned test signal broadcast after TV Stations went off the air for the day, but my wife thinks it was coming from the other side of our swamp (eventually there’s civilization in that direction). Anyways, at this point I guess it’s worthwhile to reiterate: this wasn’t some weird noise that really sort of sounded like someone saying We all love you; this was someone (actually, unambiguously) saying “We all love you”.
For the record, my wife and I have talked about it, and I told her the most likely explanation is that I said it myself, but she refuses to believe it was me - she says it didn’t sound like me, and since I was awake and have no recollection of saying it, she has a hard time accepting that. I do, too, but I also have a hard time coming up with any other rational explanation.
Seriously, I knew a paranormal researcher years ago who had a theory that most paranormal manifestations experience by people are caused by some kind of energy we haven’t yet discovered that is molded by our own minds. Apparitions are quite “real” but not independent of their “creator” so to speak. I’m not explaining this as well as he did but it made sense to me.
I’ve no idea about the voice, but I do have some thoughts on the TV sounds: air in the pipes. Especially since you said that it sounded like it came from the bathroom.
I know, I know: “Air in the pipes and making noises and all that only happens in old homes and mine’s newer.” I don’t think it matters - my parents house is 20 years old, so not hugely new (but nowhere near old, either), and this happened in their house all the time. When I was growing up, I remember a number of occasions when I’d get up to check who else was up at that hour or who’d left the TV on. In every single case, it was nothing. Add in a water softener that does any recharging at 3:00 AM or a dishwasher that you set to start washing the dishes at 1:30 and to me, whatever’s going on in the plumbing more than adequately explains the late night cocktail parties or movie viewings that sound like they’re happening but I know that aren’t.
I for one believe you. I have had several interesting hard to explain experiences, and one for sure that I can’t explain all.
My friend and I were in his parents house alone. To avoid explaining the layout of the house I’ll just say that there was a door we could both see from opposite sides of the room. Anyway the door led to an enclosed stairway to the attic/his room. We were just sitting there talking when we heard someone walk down the last couple of steps (squeaky stairs). I looked at the door expecting someone to walk through, I knew no one else was in the house but it was a reflex kind of thing. To my (and his) shock the door handle turned (also squeaky) and the door opened enough for someone to walk through and closed gently. :eek: I looked at him to see if I was trippin’, but he looked just as shocked as me.
I wanted to run like hell but at the same time I was very intrigued. So we just sat there not knowing what to do. It happened again (including the handle turning). I by that time was frozen in place, in shock, trying to make some kind of excuse/explanation for this. Well, it continued to happen for what seemed like forever, but was probably 2-3 min. We must have dissapointed whatever was causing this because after openeing and closing maybe 20 times it flew open and hit the wall, then slammed shut hard enough to shake the floor/house. We freaked and left immediately. We spent the rest of the day walking around town in a kind of daze.
And no I wasn’t on any mind altering substances at the time.
That proved to me that there is more out there than we know.
I don’t have any explanations for you. I do believe there’s more in this universe than we’re (currently, at least) capable of understanding.
But the important question (to me, anyway) that no one’s asked yet is this: did hearing that phrase make you wife feel better? If so, well, don’t look a gift ghost in the mouth.
This just proves to me that Heaven is one hellaciously big party, and Og himself is the band leader. I can picture it now: “Og’s Big Brass Band!” Complete with “JC” stenciled in script on each of the band member’s podium. Everybody’s got a martini, and Frank Sinatra’s up there doing the vocals.
Tripler
Yup. Kinda makes ya want to hang in the “Afterlife Lounge”, don’t it?
Question: You both identified the phrase as “We All Love You”, but who said it out loud first after you heard it? Is it possible that you both heard The Noise ( be it haunted toilet, swamp gas, the air system, or very loving ghost), one of you interpreted it, and once that interpretation was spoken aloud, the other realized “Oh yeah! That’s what it sounded like!” from the suggestion? Memory can be funny, especially with the half-awake factor, so the second spouse re-interpreting the noise might not even be remembered now. Or something. Your story freaks me out and I want it to have a rational explanation
No, it just wasn’t like that. We had both settled into comfortable resting positions. Less than ten minutes had gone by since we’d settled in. Then I heard
We all love you
and the missus said “Did you hear that?!?” I said “Yes. I thought you said it”, and I asked her what she heard, and she repeated what I’d heard. We went back and forth like that for a minute, until finally, I said “Maybe Cinderella* was talking in her sleep, I’ll go check on her.” But the missus made the observation that she didn’t really think it was Cinderella because the voice was right on top of us, and our daughter was in another room across the hall. Honestly, I know I keep saying this, but nobody seems to really get it: this wasn’t some weird sound that kind of sounded like a voice after a second or two of processing. This was crystal-clear, perfectly audible human speech. And we both heard it.
If it was my toilet, I’d have opened a thread title “My Toilet can Talk” and have gotten some laughs and lost less credibility on the boards.
*Cinderella is the name I use to refer to my little girl here on the boards.
I dunno. Maybe it’s just me, but I’m not getting a sense of you losing any credibility. Just some folks trying to think up rational explanations for an admittedly odd experience. I really doubt that from here on out you’re going to be referred to Winston Smith Who Hears Ghosts.
