My Experiences

[Kent]

Paranormal? I'm not sure about that but when I was in junior high and as part of a science project, myself and another student joined to do a test and report on the power of suggestion. We thought we'd get a good grade as nothing like it had been done as a project.

We did it on the supernatural, so we got permission to use an empty room and during science we got other classmates to come with us and we'd hold a Séance and prompt the rest to open up and all and then make subtle suggestions and they always came away thinking the dead were trying to communicate. Most times it was just a candle on the table, but then we decided to bring in a Ouija board. We had been getting various students and that day one of the guys was a friend that was 6 foot 3 and weighed about 250 lbs. I mention this because what happened that day involves his size.

Over the weeks we had been doing it and even though two of us knew this was fake and only the power of suggestion, we still felt odd ourselves at times and things, small things would happen that we couldn't explain but we laughed it off. But that day, something was different. The room was a normal classroom with panel light, metal blinds and we left the lights out but a little light still got in, but that day is was not just dark, it was black. The only light was from the candle we sat on the board and even it didn't seem to be giving off normal light.
Within moments something felt odd, as if another person was there standing close. We were prompting some chanting and asking for the dark forces to come visit us, to make it known, and when we said that it's as if we opened a door that should never have been open. What little we could see, it was clear that everyone felt it but we, the other student and I glanced at each other and later said we chalked it up to the mood, but we also knew later, that we were wrong, very wrong.
I could sense a darkness behind a few and it seemed to move, or walk around, and the next thing we knew was that Donnie, our tall friend got still, looked beyond being scared and then he get lifted, not stood, but lifted out of his chair and was thrown across the room, landing of the air system.
Lights were turned on right away and the odd feeling left, and we got to Donnie and asked what he had done. He was so scared he couldn't talk at first and was shaking. Once he calmed down he asked how we had done that, made him fly out of his chair. We assured him we hadn't and since I was a large kid myself, about 6 feet then and as strong as he, he thought I had grabbed him, lifted him up and threw him against the wall. Everyone knew I hadn't but we didn't know what else to blame it on. Then he said his shoulder hurt and when he pulled his shirt down, we all kinda freaked because there on his back, shoulder and the front of his shoulder was a red and purple bruise in the shape of a hand, a large hand and even the nail marks were clear and deep.

That was the last day we did that and none of us talked about it since, but when we gave our final report and even though we said it never took place, the 6 of us there that day knew that we opened some door to some where that is beyond us. And to this day I won't touch one of those boards because it's a doorway in the name of a game, and you don't have to believe me but evil is real, very real.

[Kent]

It was Auguest of 1979 and I was living with someone. Her father had died on June 26 of that same year and I had only met him once but was told that he and I would have gotten along great if he had lived.
The living situation at the time wasn't solid at the time so I was sleeping in my own room. That would change later but has nothing to do with the tale.
She was an only child and had her Dad wrapped around her finger and was spoiled rotten, just a regular daddy's girl type. So one night once we settled into our respective rooms, I was almost asleep when I heard someone knocking at the front door. I went to see who it was but found no one and figured it was just kids playing a prank, but having to get up early for work I went ahead and turned on the outside lights and headed back to bed thinking they won't come back. It was only a few minutes and the knocking started again and like before was three raps. I went out and again found no one. The yeard was large and had a lot of shrubs to hide behind so I went out and looked all over but didn't find anyone.
Went back to bed after making sure all outside lights were on, front door and the screen door were both locked. Had no sooner laid down and once again, three knocks, so I hurried out and got outside thinking no way these kids were this fast, but nothing. I locked up again and was walking towards my room when it hit me, that the last knocks were on the wood front door, not the metal screen door and that had a secure lock!
So I'm thinking someone is playing a trick now, so I made sure my table lamp was close and turned off the inside light and even before my head hit the pillow, there came the three knocks again, but this time they were very loud, again on the wood door, but not the front door but my bedroom door. I turned my table lamp on fast and not only heard but saw my door swinging open at the third knock hit it, but no one was there and she was asleep in her room but the last knocks were waking her up. I was sitting there in a daze, not knowing wthat the hell was going on when I heard her asking me if I had sprayed room spray. I hadn't but she said I must have and that it was the scent of roses.
I told her no I hadn't, then told her about the knocking and in the end we decided, or rather she told me that roses were her fathers favorite flower and he'd bring her some from his plants now and then, and that when he came over he always knocked 3 times, no more and no less. We also decided that since it was my door the last time that he must have been seeing if I was taking care of her.

This night wasn't a scary thing and in a way was actually comforting, but still, it was weird, and wouldn't be the last time Frank visited, but that's another tale for a later time.

[Peggy]

woo wee that gave me goosebumps.

[RC's Sweetheart]

dang talk about chills... I don't touch those boards because of the things I've heard. My one and only experience was a little over 4 years ago.... I was at my cousin's house. The house she had moved into just the year before had once been an elementary school and then was converted to a duplex. Her husbands grandmother had lived and passed in one of the apartments. My cousin had told me when they were fixing the place up that she had had little things happen while she was there alone... but anyway this night ~ we were sitting in the kitchen and from where I was sitting I could see thru the next room and into the front sun porch to the front door. There was a light by the door that had a chain that you had to pull to turn on or off.... well, she had gone in and pulled the chain to turn the light on... well.... I'm not sure if it was 5 mins or 15 mins... but I noticed out the corner of my eye that the light was off... I said something to her~she went back in and checked it... pulled the chain again and .... the light came on! freaked me out a bit....

[Kent]

Yep, kinda cool about things like that eh?

[Kent]

Hopefully more members will post their stories so I don't feel like such a weirdo. I've known since I was a teenager that there are things we just can't explain but in recent years things have progressed to a point that if I had to be labeled I guess it might be that I'm a sensitive. I don't admit this or say it with good vibes as it were but rather guarded since some thing I'm odd enough. Maybe more of that will sneak out in the future but for now, here is another experience I had in recent years.


While visiting some folks who lived in an older home one night, the subject of ghost and such came up and the gal went on about how they had the ghost of a young girl in the house. My ears perked up, not because ghost are cool, but because she was telling the story with a lot of passion and spirit, like when someone is lying to you and wants to embelish the lie to convince you it's true, and that's exactly what she was doing. There was no spirit of a girl there, but she demanded almost that it be believed. I know at one point I even chuckled at her and she got pissed and asked why I was laughing. So I told her, there is no ghost of a little girl, but there was one of an old woman and that she was not a happy camper.
That;s when I saw the reason of her lies, first she knew she was busted, and then that I knew what she did but had created her story to make it okay to remain in that house, and call me a sick bastard but as I described the true presence that was there, I enjoyed watching her grow more pale with each word I said.

I seem to be able to sense things, and at that time I sensed what she looked like, right down to her clothes, how she stood, her facial expressions and hair style. I also sensed that this was a bitter old women full of hate but not able to cause the harm she wanted to other than making things uncomfy for them, like a noise now and then, a bad feeling or making lights go out.
This women for some reason I couldn't tell, was bound to the kitchen area and the landing of the basement stairs. Her attire was that of the early 1920's and of a working class family. She toyed with the family but she seemed scared of me and my guess was because I could tell she was there and knew her limitations.

I don't know about others that can tell, but sometimes it's fun to mess with these ghost or spirits. Sometimes they can scare you because that's all they have while other times they don't mean too but by the nature of them they do, but they can be scared just as easy. The thing I've learned also is to get to know them and know their limitations because an old spirit learns over time and can do things that might not be such a good thing.
But it's still funny to see them react to a yelled BOO at them!!

[Peggy]

But it's still funny to see them react to a yelled BOO at them!!

The people or the spirit? :rofl: You just ain't right, lol

[Peggy]

This definitely is a subject that I want to dig my teeth into, as I've had many experiences with the supernatural, both good and bad. I can't tell you how refreshing it is to have someone else to talk to about them, and them not think I need to be strapped up and locked away.

However I have been sick and am still sick. But if I can muster the energy, I will post at least one sometime today.

[Kent]

The people or the spirit? :rofl: You just ain't right, lol

Both lol, but the spirits in this case. People forget, these are souls in my opinion, that for whatever reason are still making themselves known, and just because their dead doesn't mean they've lost their sense of humor ;)


Hope you start feeling better too

[Peggy]

thank you, it's been one hellacious day.

[Kent]

I thought that this whole subject would be one that others found interesting or at least worth sharing their own experiences but maybe not? Either way, I'll share a few more things and we'll see what happens. If nothing else I'll confirm that I'm just a brick or two shy of a full load.

The house I used to live in with the first wife (she died) was originally built for the first owners wife but she never got to live in it as the story went because she died either right before it was done or soon after. The house sat empty for many years and the first wife and her husband at the time bought it. Enter me later.

This house sat on a busy street that saw a fair amount of larger truck traffic but it did sit back from the street around 50 feet. Now and then things would rattle or windows would vibrate and usually it resulted from just the traffic of a heavy truck or a low flying plane. I say this to give thought to what follows.

I was doing dishes one afternoon/evening. The counter top was formica as most are. I was almost done and had wiped the counter dry and had sat a glass down off to the left side thinking I'd get a cold drink when done. I was washing up the silverware when I noticed the glass was slowly moving towards the left, very slow. I was kind of amused by the science of it and thought it was just harmonic vibrations of traffic outside causing it, so I watched until it almost reached the wall, about 3 feet away and I took hold of it and slide it back towards the sink and resumed washing.
Not but a few minutes later and I notice it's sliding to the left again, still very slow, so I picked it up, wiped the counter again thinking there must be a thin layer of water causing it to float as it were on it because of any ground vibrations from the traffic, and then sat it down again and resumed washing. Less than a minute later I see it moving to the left again, but a little faster this time, and I just stopped and watched thinking what the hell!
It stopped short of the wall and I moved it back towards the sink which was about a 3 foot distance. No sooner had I I took my hands off it and touched the water again that it moved back towards the wall, this time with purpose and faster still. Now, I'm not a smart guy but by this time I'm thinking that since I never felt any vibration to begin with and I knew damn well the counter was dry, that something wasn't right in river city.
So I grabbed the glass again and slide it back to where I'd put it next to the sink, let go and this time it slide towards the left so fast it was almost a blur. Now two things entered my mind at that moment. First, something that I couldn't explain was happening, second, whatever it was I was not going to wait and see what happened next, so I picked the glass up this time and almost slammed it down next to the sink. I had barely took my hands off it and it was as if something invisible picked it up in the air and in an arch moved it midair to the left and slammed it down next to the wall. That was it! Don't know what it was then or now, but I'd seen enough. I stepped back, dried my hands and said out loud that whatever it was could finish the damn dishes and I left the kitchen, went into the living room and sat down in my chair.
I soon heard something in there, looked around the corner and there it was, the glass was now slowly sliding to the left, back to where I had sat it down in the first place.

Some might have freaked out but to me, I think that was the day I realized that the house had a guest and that it meant no harm but was playful. In the coming months other things would happen such as keys going missing then show up, items moved, tv turned on, things like that. There were a few more events that I'll write about later if there is any interest.

[Peggy]

LOL now that is funny.

My grandfather used to play tricks like that on me after his passing. He was always a practical joker when alive, but stepped it up a bit after death. I was only 12 when he died, so he was smart enough to not do anything to really frighten me, but I was really scared until he let me know it was him. How did he do that, you might (or might not) ask?

As a child, he visited us after church on Sundays, and would always sit me on his lap and we'd sing Jesus Loves Me together. It was our ritual, or habit, or whatever you want to call it. Just me and my poppy. :D

So after his passing, he started pulling silly stuff on me and I'd been taught in church that people don't stay here after death, they go to heaven, and ghosts were evil, or better yet, a figment of my overactive imagination. Ok so, I was going nutso at 12 yrs old? OR worse, grieving for him so much so, that I was imagining everything that was happening? I was beginning to think one or the other. He must have known what I was thinking, because I went to my room one Sunday after church, and laid on the bed, wishing Poppy was there to sing with.

I had a kids songbook laying on my dresser, and as my eyes were closed I heard what sounded like pages turning. So thinking my over-active imagination was playing tricks on me again, I look over towards the sound and see the pages of the songbook turning, supposedly all by theirself (sp?)!! I just laid there dumbfounded, thinking my ghost was really trying to make me flip out. When the pages stopped turning, I slowly get up and go to the dresser. What I saw made such a peace flow through my heart and mind, I knew I was ok.

Yeah, you guessed it.

The page was turned to "Jesus Loves Me". My poppy was letting me know he was looking after me, and that I was "ok". I smiled, cried, took the songbook to the bed with me, and laid back down. Believe it or not, I felt him sit on the foot of the bed. I took my nap.

I never told anyone about that to this day. It was such a sweet, loving moment, I'll never forget it.

[Kent]

Was sitting home one day and just an urge to call a friend, so I did.
This could end up being a long post but I'll just keep it short.

As soon as they picked up a few things came to mind, first, that something bad had taken place and second, that there was someone with them that wasn't there, but was. Confused yet? If not give me a second lol.

Their grandmother had passed away that morning I think it was. I felt bad for them and tried to be a friend and listen, but all the while as if I were watching tv while listening, I kept "seeing" someone sitting on a bed. It was an older lady, legs crossed at the ankles, not so much curly but wavy hair and smiling, really smiling. This "person" knew I saw them and ever somewhat waved at one point. Now I thought this was odd and was trying to pay attention to my friend but I couldn't get her out of my mind as it were.
My friend said something to the effect that she felt so alone and at that same moment this "person" said, silly girl, she's not alone. Whoa!! Where did that come from I thought? I didn't so much hear it but rather felt it said and then felt the urge to tell my friend that I saw and was hearing someone. I asked them not to say a thing or react and began to describe what I was seeing, how they looked and their body and the flood of words I'll call them but thoughts I was getting and she said, "that's my grandmother".
I won't go into details for a few reasons but mostly because it was a personal thing between my friend and her grandmother.
Now anyone could make a claim like this but I'd never met her grandmother and until that day didn't even know she had one alive.
I don't know why it happened or how, just that it did and I'm still not sure how I feel about it all.

There have been other times like this with others, maybe I'll share those in the future, maybe not.

[Peggy]

That was a poignant, yet special time.