My brother had been in a very severe motorcycle accident. He had fallen 30 feet off of an overpass onto a sloping hill shattering his vertebrae, along with broken hips, leg, and damaged organs. We were sure he was not going to survive and made the E.R. our home while waiting to see if he would awaken from his coma.

After a while he did finally come to but was not as lucid as we had hoped, and was still drugged a bit. One day we came by and the nurse waved us on in to come and visit. she left and me and my father sat next to my brother. He spoke to us in a raspy voice and asked “Where did the baby go?” My father and I were very confused as only the nurse had been in the room, but my brother was adamant that a woman carrying a baby in a basket had been standing over him. My father decides to walk over to the nurse and ask her if any women with infants had been visiting my brother. She looked puzzled and replied no, no one like that has been by. So My father being a spiritual man asks, “Ma’am, are you pregnant?”, and this woman’s eyes widen and she pales as she stammers out that yes she is, and she had just found out about it two days ago; she had yet to tell anyone, even the father of the baby or her parents.

He also had claimed that when he had first awoken from his coma drifting in and out of consciousness he had seen children surrounding his bed, guarding him. I know it might be the opiates and morphine they had him on, but he believes to this day that something, angels or what have you were protecting him in his time of need. I’m not religious or a believer in most supernatural, but this shook me pretty hard when these events happened.



Mentioned it in another thread, but I worked with a guy who was a twin. (I’ll call him “X”) One day, I see him at work, and he’s absolutely pale. I ask him what’s wrong, and he tells me he thinks he’s having an allergic reaction because if feels like his throat is swollen and he can’t breath. I tell him if he wants, I’ll take him to the hospital. He says “I might take you up on that. I feel like I’m going to pass out.” But after a bit, he’s feeling better, so we just go back to work. Next day, he’s off work. I ask a coworker if X is sick, if he did have an allergic reaction. He says “No, X called in. X’s twin brother died yesterday.” And yes, before you ask, his twin brother had died of suffocation.

I don’t believe in the supernatural. But this was such an amazing coincidence, it really did put a shadow of doubt in my mind.



I had a dream of watching a man I didn’t recognize fall to his death on a job site. I don’t usually remember my dreams, and I almost never have bad dreams. This one stuck with me, and I told it to my family.

Two weeks later, I was working (laborer for a masonry company) on scaffold. I looked down and recognized the man from my dream. Just then I realized that I was the one that could die. I dropped the buckets of mud I was carrying and grabbed the edge of the scaffold just as some other guy bumped me off. I would have died if I fell.

I wrote about it a while back.

Whether or not the dream was a premonition, the dream saved my life. It’s always made me question if there is something supernatural out there. Also, by supernatural, I mean natural, but not yet understood.



There were two times, once when I saw a low flying ufo(most likely a prototype b3 bomber) when I lived near an air force base that was randomly shut down for a while. The other was this story a stripper told me. She came over to my apartment which my grandfather owned, and said she was getting freaked out by the building. She had always claimed that she had psychic powers and could hear the dead etc… we laughed at her.

Anyways i’ll try to speed this up. My current roomate at the time was there the night the stripper started rambling this crazy story about a newlywed wife being murdered and buried at the bottom of a well with this part of the house being built on top of it. (the original building was an old school cafeteria and she mentioned that as well). While hearing this story, my roommate freaked out because his uncle told him a story about how my roomates great grandfather killed his first wife and buried her in a well. Apparently he told this to his uncle as a child on his deathbed? I laughed and said how this is all just silly etc.

About two months later my grandfather showed up, and wanted to meet my roommate. Turns out my grandfather purchased the property from his great grandfather at a crazy low price and then turned the building into 3 separate apartments. I remembered what the stripper said was thought wow that’s just a weird coincidence. Years later my grandfathers health started failing, so I and some other family members started looking after his rental properties.

I got a call from a tenant saying a pipe froze etc. I got a propane torch some solder and went to investigate. Traced the pipe to the start of the problem under the house through this crazy small crawl space. I set my torch down on the rim of some bricks, and noticed they were in a circle. Used my flashlight to look down and it was a stone well that someone poorly sealed up. Then I remembered the stripper, freaked out, left and called for a plumber to do the job.



My biggest fights with my mom was her trying to sneak onions in my food all the time…i hated them….then she passed away about 5 years ago and about 2 weeks after i started to get a craving for…yes, onions…1st it was just like soups and chips…then it got out of control….I woke up eating raw onion and tomato sandwiches and cooked almost everything with onions….started getting favourite onions…I still eat them but, not raw in the morning way.

miss you mom.



When I was younger we would go ‘ghost hunting’. We never really expected to see anything, but Ohio is know to have a plethora of supposedly haunted venues.

One night we went out to a dilapidated old house that supposedly was haunted. We poked around a bit, and filmed while we were doing it. Nothing real exciting until we went to check out the locked up machine building out back. This is where it got freaky.

As we were walking out to it we noticed at least 10 do not enter signs posted, as well as just how well sealed the shop was. The doors were barred, chained, nailed, and welded shut. Instantly the temperature around us dropped, and we could see our breath. It was a 70 degree night in the height of summer. We all got this strange feeling of something ‘dark’ pushing us away from the shop. We proceeded to get the hell out of there.

Later, reviewing our footage we confirmed you could see our breath. You could see the instant it happened. All three people and the camera person stopped dead in their tracks at the exact same time.

I’ve been to a lot of ‘haunted’ places, and this is the only thing that’s made me a believer with first hand experience.



Best friend’s dad died suddenly. A few days later, it was time for the funeral service and it had been raining like crap the entire day. Just a completely grey sky. At the moment of silence during the said service, the sun started shining through the roof window like crazy, illuminating the entire room. Gave me goosebumps, even though I usually tend to be a sceptic.



I’ve had two experiences. The first can be corroborated by 4 other people. The second, well, I could have just been hallucinating.

First story, it was my freshman year in college. I get in bed when I hear my roommate say “Uhh, smulz, look at the ceiling”. Six green, glowing hand prints are staggered across the ceiling like someone crawled over the ceiling. They were huge hand prints too. We run out of the room and get our neighbors. We tell them we think we’re being haunted. We’re immediately called out as trying to trick them. We hit the lights and show them the hand prints. I go to turn the light back on once we’re done observing, 3 more hand prints are now on the wall. They’re continuing the “crawl” towards to light switch.

We’re freaked out at this point. We get wet cloths to remove the hand prints. And the washing seems to work. They’re gone once we’re done with wiping down the ceiling and walls. We discuss how weird it was then decide to see if the handprints are still gone. Hit the lights again, and now all 9 hand prints are back, plus 6 more that now appeared on the ceiling above the bunk bed two of my friends were sitting on. We couldn’t get the handprints to go away that night. We fell asleep in the room with the handprints there. I slept soundly through the night, which I also consider pretty odd considering the circumstances.

Second story, I’m 22 years old and home on winter break from college. I wake up in the middle of the night and see that someone is in my room. My eyes are adjusting to the darkness so I could make out it was a woman. I assume it’s my mom and ask her what she’s doing. I get no response.

Now I start getting very worried. I ask again, no response. My eyes keep adjusting to the darkness. It’s a woman in a white nightgown standing 3 to 4 feet from my bed. I keep looking at the figure. Now I notice that it’s a girl, maybe 14 years old, just standing there. I notice her eyes are fixed on me as she’s slowing rotating to her left and her head is cocked on her shoulder. Then I realize it’s as if she’s hanging from the ceiling and staring at me as she’s slowly rotating.

Yes, I know this sounds crazy and I was well aware of it at the time. I told myself this is a waking dream and it’s not happening at all. I made myself stay there and stare back at her knowing it would go away. I could do this for only about 5 more seconds (probably a lot less in reality, seemed like more), before I busted into my parents room in my boxers at 3 in the morning screaming about ghosts.

That’s right, a 22 year old wearing nothing but his boxers screaming to his parents that there are ghosts in his room. Of course, nothing was there once we went back to the room. This was most likely a waking dream. But man, I was staring at the figure for a long time telling myself it was all in my head. That figure still stayed there until I couldn’t take it anymore.



When I was 15 years old, I lived in Victoria British Colombia. There were some old houses, someone famous, or a famous family, something like that. They lived there in the early 20th century, and there are some ghost stories about the house. Maybe 7 years back they moved the houses to a park next to the museum. There are tours, and you can go through the houses on your own as well. A friend of mine, his family, and I all went through the houses together, and in the basement room of the one house we saw a woman playing piano. She played very well, and we complimented her on her abilities(the employees working as tour guides and such wore period clothes). She smiled, nodded, then kept playing. We went about our tour, and at the end we said to a man working there that the piano player was very good. He looked confused, and said there was no piano player employed there. All the employees were male. We looked at the photo on the wall behind him, showing the entire family, circa late 1800s early 1900s, and there was the piano player, sitting with the family. We went back, there was a thin, untouched layer of dust on the piano, as well as the bench.

could have just been a creative hoax to draw in tourists, or could be legit. All i know is that her face was EXACTLY the one in the photo.



A woman who was a close family friend was diagnosed with stomach cancer while pregnant with her son. This was almost 30 years ago so the only option was pretty much to terminate the pregnancy to allow treatment. She was a very devout catholic. She chose to forgo treatment until her child was born. After her child was born, she underwent surgery to try and remove some of the cancerous tissue. Upon opening her, doctors found so much cancerous tissue, they decided that she was terminal and closed her back up.

She began praying asking God to at least allow her to raise her son and see him grow up safely. A later CT scan showed her completely free of cancer. About 20 years later her son went into the police academy and got married. Less than a year later she was diagnosed with cancer again and it spread at a ravaging pace until she died. On her deathbed she recalled her prayer and said she was not sad to die, and that God had given her exactly what she asked for. Even thinking about this story still messes with me to this day…



My mother has a really strong memory of her dad coming over to her in their backyard and offering to play with her for the first time ever when she was nine years old. He was generally a very serious, stern, emotionally distant man. He pushed her around on her bike, played ball with her, played hide-and-seek, and spent the whole morning with her just having a laugh.

When she went in the house for lunch she learned that there was no way her father had done that, because he had died of stomach cancer the night before. My mom had been locked out of the house that morning because her mother wanted to make arrangements without kids underfoot.

To this day my mother is convinced that it was her father’s spirit stopping by to give her one good memory of him before passing on to wherever. I always thought it must be a manufactured memory to give her comfort over losing her dad at such a young age, but who really knows? For her it’s the only “proof” she has that he loved her. Our entire family treats the event as a fact.



Once I went on vacation with my friend and her family, she has a large family so we had to share a pull out bed in the living room. We were up at night chatting, laughing and doing girly things you do at a sleepover when we decided to settle down and go to sleep. So we are laying there looking around getting comfortable when I happen to look at the dark hallway and see a silhouette of a man, but he was partially glowing around the edges of the silhouette.

He was there for probably 30 seconds just standing there, then just like that it’s gone, I didn’t react but I was terrified, i didn’t say anything because maybe I was being dumb and making things up when I hear my friend whisper, ” did you see that man?” she called out for her uncle, he was upstairs in his room and he was the only man in the house at that time but he was sleeping, you can’t see any car lights going by the house because we were in the middle of the woods, so no chance of weird lighting. I was freaked out the rest of the vacation.

There were a couple things that vacation that were really strange but that sticks out as the strangest.



When i was really young, 8 or younger I got up in the morning and went to the stairs of my house. I started going down the stairs then felt something behind me. Then something lifted me off the ground and took me down the stairs. I could see a white glowing thing underneath me (sort off wiggling back and forth) I then got to the bottom of the stairs and it shot through the wall and to outside.

I felt the door handle to check it wasn’t a dream. I felt that although didn’t feel myself touching the ground at all. Someone PLEASE explain this I’m not just making this up. All I can think of is I dreamed, sleepwalked and then woke up.

Also many others like hearing noises in the same house and night and rooms somehow being lit up etc there’s a big list but this is definitely the ONE thing.



I was driving in the mountains in the winter near Kananaskis Alberta, and I was going around a turn at about 100 km/h, a heard a soft voice in the back of my head whisper .. ‘be careful’ and so for some reason I slowed down to about 50 km/h, and within about ten seconds I came around a second corner and saw a couple huge elk on the road, and 3 or four cars stopped to take pictures, I had to navigate slowly around the cars and the elk. Had I been going full speed I think I would have hit one of those huge elk head on and been messed up a bit..



There was a time a year or so ago, where my girlfriend said her hands felt funny, could I feel it? she gently pressed her hand to my leg and it hurt me, like a burn and left a clear red mark where her hand had been touching. she was like ‘wow great!’ and used her new evil superpower against me. It wore off after a few hours. Still pretty weird, I’ve never heard of anything like that before, it had been a normal day hanging in the flat and neither of us had touched anything remotely toxic.



When my daughter was about 3, she told me that she picked me and her dad to be her parents. I asked her if her story was a dream she had, but she said, “no…it happened before I was born–I saw all the grown-ups lined up…I floated over them…and chose you.” cool!



I was seven years old and my family was about to go on their weekly shopping trip. I was the last one out of the house (had to grab my Gameboy) and heard the most dark, demonic laughing I have ever heard to this day and booked it the fuck out of my house. I was afraid to be home alone for years. My fear of this house aroused again after I had moved away; my brother told me at night he heard furniture moving upstairs when nobody else was awake, in my old room nobody bothered going into anymore. He told me he played a playlist of Hank Williams to soothe the ghost’s soul.



Flies. Big Black Flies. Flies from Hell. Like I’ve never seen before or since. Hundreds of them appeared within about 30 seconds in the bedroom (I was visiting a bedridden friend). We start killing them. I’m swinging something, don’t remember what, but these things are so thick each swing is smacking half a dozen or more. No open windows, I immediately close the doors so they don’t get to the rest of the house.

They are buzzing VERY loudly, and swirling up to the skylight. I stop swinging and try to get a handle of what is happening. I take ten seconds to estimate their number. I’m thinking thousands, and there is no doubt there are hundreds. But here is the freaky creepy part: after about 5 minutes of this, they start decreasing in intensity and numbers. 30 seconds after that, they are GONE. This bedroom is sealed up and 500 flies have vanished, we found maybe 3 bodies. My one and only experience that I just cannot explain at all.



I grew up in a 125-year-old Victorian house. The stairs to the basement would occasionally make noises as if someone were walking upstairs. Things sometimes randomly fell off counters when no one and nothing were near them. I once saw a figure leaning in the doorway of my room, too.

All that was weird but not creepy enough to make me think, “Oh, ghosts. Of course!” It’s an old house, it makes noise, I was a kid and probably saw my mom checking in on us, etc.

The one thing that DID creep me out happened when I was in 8th grade and had a friend over for a sleepover: we were sleeping in cots set up in the basement, about five feet away from each other. The bedrooms were on the main floor, and my parents and brother were upstairs.

I woke up in the middle of the night to see a man standing over my friend, just looking at her. After about thirty seconds, he turned and, without a glance at me, opened the door to the bathroom (I saw then that the bathroom light was on, and very bright), walked in, then closed the door behind him. Thinking it was my brother, I shrugged it off and went back to sleep.

When I asked him the next day why he had come downstairs when we had a closer bathroom on the main floor, he told me he hadn’t even woken up during the night. Creepy.



Oh gawd where should I start?

Growing up in my parents home every so often I would see this tall “shadow” walk by from the corner of my eye. Yeah, big deal, could be imagining things.. But what made it more eerie is that I have an older sister who noticed it too, and way too many times we both noticed it at the same time.Fast forward a bit, this happened in 7th grade. Just got home from school with my mom the only one home. She decides to go to the store and asks me if I want to come along. Up to this point I have never been home alone, but the neighbors were home who stayed in the in-law next door. So I’m there alone in the kitchen playing with my Lego at the kitchen table while watching Robotech (which I didn’t want to miss).

Out of the corner of my eye I notice the shadow pass by through the connecting hallway. I try to ignore it and continue what I was doing but I fumble with a piece of lego and it falls to the floor ending up in the hallway. F-it, I have more of that same piece and leave it there – and I continue building what I was working on. Moments later I felt something hit the side of my head and I hear the sound of Lego landing in the pile of Lego in front of me. Slowly I look towards the hallway, that piece of Lego on the floor wasn’t there anymore. I GTFO so fast, went to the neighbors and ate chocolate cake till my mom came back home.

When I was a kid I didn’t know how to swim. One day I go with my family to a relatives party who’s home featured a swimming pool. Got bored, went out back alone and walked around the pool when I noticed a leaf floating near the edge. I kneel down on both knees and try to go grab it but I lose my balance. I grab the edge of the pool with both hands to try to steady myself but to no avail, I’m completely falling forward, my feet are not touching ground anymore either. I remember my face getting mere inches from the water, but suddenly I’m somehow forced back up. I decided to go back inside and join the party…

This one happened to my sister. Note, a week before this incident our grandmother died from a sudden stroke at our home, my sister actually found the body.

My sister was walking home from school and climbing the wide/long front staircase to our home (A Victorian, there were no railings either). Near the top she loses her balance and started falling backward, she remembers seeing open blue sky when all of a sudden some unknown force pushes her back up. She says she thinks it was Grandma..

When I was about 18 my sister moves out so I move into her room since it was larger and it had it’s own restroom. Her room always felt a bit creepy and I had a hard time sleeping sometimes at night. One night while sleeping I’m awoken by this great pressure on my chest. I open my eyes and in the twilight I can see this tall human like shadow standing on my chest. I freak out shake my head a few times and it was gone. Months later the in-law next door becomes free and I decide to move there, F that!

About 4 years ago (I’m 38 now btw) I vacationed in the Philippines for about a month, I also had a cousin who was getting married there. Anyhoo..

One night I’m hanging out with another cousin who’s from there when we get this wild idea to visit one of the old cemeteries where we have a number relatives buried. He wanted to point out where one of our aunts was buried since I already visited the graves of every other relative earlier in the week. This was probably around 10pm at night, it was kind of a dare too just for fun. So we take his moped there with me riding on the back. There’s this gravel road that cuts through the center of the graveyard so we start to travel on that with the only illumination from the twilight and his mopeds headlight.

My cousin drives slowly, just barely fast enough to go forward and keep the moped righted, then about 75 feet in he suddenly stops and we both need to put our feet down. Maybe we were going to slow? Paying it no heed we decide to continue. After about another 20 feet he suddenly stops again. My cousin turns his head to look at me with a big WTF expression on his face and he tells me that this time he felt something force him to turn his wheel all the way to the side. I respond that maybe we should GTFO, he nods and turns his moped around. As we start to head back out I tell him I can hear the sound of footsteps walking on gravel behind me. He says he can hear it too so he kicks it into high gear and we get the hell out of there. No we did not drink or imbibe anything that night..

So during my stay in the Philippines I’m staying at different relatives homes, many of them are pretty old. A couple days later after the above incident it’s morning, I’m starting to wake up but decide to chill in bed for a bit longer. Suddenly I feel one of the corners of the bed sink like someone is getting on it and I can hear/feel the bed springs squeak too. I shot up immediately as there should be no one else in the room, and there isn’t. That moment I decide to go stay at another relatives home who’s inviting me to stay over.

Later that evening I’m back with another cousin who’s there with me to help me bring my belongings to that other relatives place. I’m not freaked out or anything from earlier anymore at this point but I did describe to her what happened to me in the morning, she just laughed it off. Anyways, I toss my suitcase on the bed and start pack my gear while we chatted. As I was placing stuff in the suitcase suddenly what I can best describe as a 4~5 inch wide ball of light (will-o-wisp) dance from left to right across the bed and my suit case then disappear. Immediately I jumped the F back and said WTF!! I turned to face my cousin to ask if she saw what I just did. Her mouth was agape, she did!!

The weirdest thing I remember about that “ball of light” is that it did not give off light, it did not illuminate, it did not cause any shadows..

And I have another one while I was in the Philippines. I wanted to visit Baguio and the same cousin who I was with during the cemetery incident offered to come with me.

One of the stories I’ve heard about Baguio is that in the I think was the mid 80’s there was a massive earthquake in the region causing a Hyatt hotel to collapse killing hundreds of people.

So my cousin and I are checking out the sights, just wandering around, he doesn’t really know the city either but it’s not that large. At one point were walking on the side of some fairly busy road behind this old military college (Teachers Camp) making our way towards downtown. It starts to rain so we decide to take refuge at a covered bus stop/shelter until it passes. While waiting we both light up a cigarette.. Cars, taxi’s, buses pass by – we can hear the buzz of a distant radio in the direction of the college.

Off to the side and across the road we see this old man pulling along a horse (not unusual). He heads towards this unremarkable gated chain link fence which happens to be directly across from us. He enters taking the horse with him, closes the gate and disappears off into the distance.

Moments later things started to seem odd.. There were no vehicles passing by, the ambient sounds seemed muffled – I couldn’t hear that radio, the cigarette smoke we blew out hung in the air, and it started to get cold, very cold, I got goosebumps and I could see my breath (hello, tropical weather??). It was like time has stopped or slowed down to a crawl.

At the exact same moment my cousin and I both turned our heads to face each other. I said “something weird is going on”, he said “yeah”, then I said “lets go”. He got up without a word and started walking, I followed. Maybe just 10 feet away from the bus stop I could hear that distant radio again and vehicles started to whiz by – it was still raining, just not as hard. We didn’t talk about what happened and eventually made our way downtown.

Later that day after we did some shopping we decided to take a cab to go check out the summer palace/cottage of the president of the Philippines. On the way there I asked my cousin to ask the taxi driver to point out anything noteworthy on our way – we happened to be on that same road we walked on earlier. As we drove past the gated/fenced area across the bus stop the taxi driver pointed out that was where the Hyatt hotel collapsed. My cousin and I faced each other, did the WTF stare then shook our heads.

Now that was effin eerie…

It bothers me that I have a hard time scientifically/logically explaining to myself what happened each of those times. But hell, even more so since I was a full grown adult when I was in the Philippines. Then to top it off I wasn’t alone a few of those times. Not cool!!



I was laying in bed next to my boyfriend one morning, everything was peaceful and bright as the sun had risen and was shining through the window. I was wide awake and I began thinking about what it would be like to be possessed. Boredom is funny like that.

I closed my eyes and envisioned swiftly pushing all thoughts out of my mind, and said to myself in my head, “I give permission to have my body and mind possessed by a spirit.”

I was laying on my back at the time, slightly elevated up by my elbows, and something pushed me flat on my back, hard. My elbow was then touching my sleeping boyfriend’s ribcage. All I could hear was a rushing sound in my ears.

I started feeling like I was going to fall through the bed because I was being pushed into it so hard. I realized that I would fall through the bed, the floor, the 3rd floor, the 2nd floor, the 1st floor, but then what? I started to fucking panic. I couldn’t move any part of my body but I was struggling with everything I had in me.

Remember that my elbow was against a sleeping person? I realized that if I woke him up, maybe he could see what’s going on or help me or something. I put all my strength and energy into jabbing him in the ribcage. I couldn’t move my arm at all. I tested my fingers and I could slightly move them, but not enough to help anything.

I was still struggling to not fall through the bed, but I felt like I was losing that fight. I could kind of see my bed room still, though mostly it was through a thick lens of grey static. Still a rushing, roaring sound filled my head. Inside, I was struggling and screaming and fighting.

And then it was done. All that fighting and yelling came through, and I lurched forward in bed onto my knees, screaming. Boyfriend woke up and held me and asked what the fuck was wrong, why I was shaking so much. I didn’t know what to tell him.

I still don’t! Since then, I’ve not been able to clear my mind/meditate at all, because the panic of losing control of my body rushes in and floods my head.

Broad daylight. Wide awake. I try not to think about it anymore.



My friends mom died in her childhood house on valentines day and they promptly moved out because of the emotional connections. The house sat empty for 2 years. She told me during this time that her bedroom window if pushed on would always unlock. so me and some friends decided to sneak in on valentines day with some voice recorders and cameras and see if we could see a ghost of whatnot.

hours pass and nothing, we ask questions, sat in the dark and nothing. I decide to ask one last question before leaving “Do you miss your daughter?” and almost immediately a light fills the daughters room, like spotlight bright. it only lasted maybe a few seconds but i was on the verge of shitting my pants. we all were all in the moms room because we thought that was the best bet so nobody could confirm if it was a ghost or some neighbor shining a flashlight into the window but all I know is i never went back.



I was driving down the road with my cousin and another friend when we all felt something strange. I straight up hallucinated and saw what I would expect hell to look like, if I believed such a place existed. Fire, pits, giant devil looking thing in the distance. It seemed to last for about 5 seconds before I was back in the car and my cousin immediately pulled over and asked if anyone else just felt that? We said yes, but never discussed exactly what “that” was so I have no idea what they saw or felt.

Just based on things I’ve seen about the supernatural, I’m guessing it was some kind of magnetic pulse that I’ve heard can produce feelings and visions in the human brain. Totally freaked me out at the time, but I never really spent a lot of time worrying about it and just thought it was a weird event.



A few experiences.

Story 1: As teenagers I visited my best friend for a few days when she had to move away for a while. Having not seen each other for a while, we were staying up super late. I had my Ouija board with me, and rumor was the former tenant had been murdered. So it’s like 3am or later, and we’re getting tired and bored, not really asking the board serious questions anymore. Getting answers like “Yes. CA.” “Does CA stand for California?” “Yes. NA.” “Does NA stand for Nebraska?” When suddenly, “Yes. Tarnish a memory, tear my bones, carry my body.”

Me: “Uhh…did you spell that out, hon?” Friend: “No…did you?” Me: “No. So board, is the reason I’m not freaked out because of my “guardian angel” that I supposedly have?” Board: Yes. Friend: “Then what is it that I’m sensing?” Board: Dea–

And at that point she threw the piece away violently which made me scream which made her scream.

Story 2: I turned on my radio one night to make some noise while I got ready for bed since I was on edge. Went to brush my teeth and when I came back in the room the radio wasn’t playing. It was on, but no sound. I finally started hitting the volume button, and eventually began hearing noises that I have never heard before or since come from a radio. Slammed the off button and jumped into bed.

Story 3: My cousin in law calls my female family members The Coven. High high intuition runs in our family (often giving the impression we are psychic). One of my cousin’s kids has had tea with my dead grandfather, whom she has never met, and apparently pointed out details about him that no one ever told her. Same child started sobbing uncontrollably one night before bed insisting “Jeanie’s crying,” (my aunt). After unsuccessfully trying to calm her down, her mother calls my aunt to show the kid everything was fine, only to find out that my aunt had shut her hand in the oven and was, indeed, crying.

Same aunt had the dogs go wild at her house in the country one night, and as she stood out on the deck, she started hearing drum beats, calls like from Native Americans, and galloping horses. The sound came up from the valley and passed over the house.

I myself have experienced various premonitions, mostly minor in nature, like things that I saw and that actually happened a few seconds later.

Even with the frequency of weird situations in the family, I’m not necessarily a believer. I just grant the possibility that there’s something out there we can’t recreate or measure with instruments.


Source:      – What one thing has brought you the closest to believing in something supernatural? /r/AskReddit/