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Halloween: Paranormal Experiences Post (The Unrated Version)
Ed_McCarron:
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*ahem* OOOOOOOOOOEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! (*gag, cough, choke*)
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Like anyone here has any normal experiences?
HaRuMaN:
--- Quote from: Ed_McCarron on October 22, 2007, 02:38:14 pm ---
--- Quote from: rhoelsch on October 22, 2007, 01:25:21 pm ---RESURRECTED!
*ahem* OOOOOOOOOOEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! (*gag, cough, choke*)
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Like anyone here has any normal experiences?
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Sometimes my money disappears from my PayPal account... and then a few days later, as if by magic, arcade parts appear on my doorstep! :blah:
RTSDaddy2:
True story:
About 6 months after we had our daughter, my wife was out with the kid grocery shopping. It was pouring rain here, so I laid down on the couch. Before I go on here, I must add we've had strange things happen in this house, and I DID pinch myself to make sure I was awake while all this was actually happening.
Anyway, laid down on the couch, and took a nap. When I woke up, I heard my child crying. I thought, oh thank goodness they're home, because the rain was very heavy. So, I went in the kitchen to help put the groceries away and no one was there.
I went back in to our living room, and at this point I start pinching myself, because the crying is louder now and it's outside our door. I thought "oh, she just got home and she's put the bags down to get her key; I"ll open the door for her." Opened the door, no wife, no kid.
Close the door and now the crying is almost deafening....I run to the little one's room, nothing. Are they in our bedroom? No, nothing there either. I go back to the living room and for about 5 more minutes and the crying abruptly stopped. Shaken beyond words, I went back to the couch and tried to relax.
About 15 minutes later, the wife and little one did get home....once she put the groceries down, I told her the same story I just told you. She asked me about how long ago the events I described took place, and I told her about 20 - 25 minutes earlier. She went white as a sheet and grasped the cabinet. She said "Oh my god...." and went on to add that our daughter was crying because she was hungry....my wife had to pull over and stop the car to feed her. Once she did, the little one was fine. So to sum up, at the EXACT time my little one was fussing, Daddy heard her crying in the house, though no one was here.
I'll tell you like I've told my students for years. If it had just been a baby's cries, I would have run for the hills. Those of you with kids though KNOW what your child's cry sounds like. There's never been one doubt in my mind it was her. And NO, I had not been drinking.
I've got another I'll share with you later....do ghosts exist? Don't know that I would attest to it, but I have damn sure had some weird experiences in this house and in my life.....I have a HEALTHY respect for 'em, I assure you of that!
shmokes:
What is it with you people and pinching yourself to see if you're awake. I've been in fistfights in dreams, I've been shot, I've been slapped, I've had sex, I've jumped off a second-floor balcony into a pool. What would happen if someone were to pinch me while I was dreaming? Would I immediately wake up? Is it impossible to dream about pinching?
Anyway, I have two. One is actually just an incredibly bizarre dream, but not really paranormal. But kind of creepy. The second is full-on, poltergeist haunting.
As a kid I spent many nights sleeping on the trampoline in the back yard. One night I woke up in the middle of the night. The moon was pretty bright -- not full, but I could see pretty well. I looked over at the house. It, and the rest of the back yard were fairly well lit by the moonlight, but the shadows at the sides of the house obscured them in pitch darkness. I was just laying there looking at the house for a few moments when suddenly, and simultaneously Jason Voorhees (Friday the 13th) and Freddy Krueger stepped out from the shadows at either side of my house. This was quite unexpected. Naturally it startled the hell out of me and I immediately woke up (didn't realize until this point that I was dreaming). But when I opened my eyes I was looking at exactly, ---smurfing--- EXACTLY the same scene (minus the fictional characters). Light levels were the same. My position on the trampoline was the same. The sides of the house were obscured exactly the same. Every last detail was the same, and I swear to god I was about to be visited by a couple of unfriendly fellows. :) Talk about a weird feeling. In case anyone was wondering, they never showed up.
Now to delve into my one, honest to god encounter with the unexplained - my one paranormal experience.
One day, during Summer vacation, my sister and I were the only ones home. My sister was in the bathroom taking a bath and I decided to make some OJ (from concentrate). I went into the kitchen, grabbed a pitcher and a can of OJ from the freezer and proceeded to mix it with three cans of cold tap water. I mixed it for a long time (it takes forever for that damned block of OJ concentrate to dissolve), and when it was finally finished I turned around, opened the refrigerator door, and put the OJ into the fridge. I then walked across the kitchen floor, opened the cupboard, grabbed a glass, walked back to the refrigerator , opened the fridge door and . . . no OJ. WTF? I just put the OJ in there like 15 seconds ago. Where's the OJ? I looked back at the counter where I had made it. Nothing. Freezer? Nothing. I opened every cupboard in the kitchen. Nothing. I even opened every drawer in the kitchen. I then went to the bathroom, where I could still hear my sister splashing around in the bathtub and said, "Sarah, did you come out and get orange juice," and she was like, "What?"
15 seconds -- 30 tops. I was never more than 6 or 7 feet from the fridge. Where did it go? Never found it. Never found the pitcher again either. Gone forever.
Anyway. I know these things are supposed to have a nefarious flavor to them, but mine didn't. It was just a pitcher of OJ disappearing. What can I say? Ghosts apparently aren't out to make me pee my pants. They just like to ---fudgesicle--- with me (and/or they are thirsty). ;D
rhoelsch:
Aw, c'mon... someone do an OJ joke.....
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