Paranormal Experiences Sharing Time! Tell us your story?

Well, being a big chicken... I always try my best to avoid scenarios that paranormal activities are likely to occur. However, I thought maybe I'd be the first crazy person to step forth to get the thread started. It's my understanding that children are more likely to see paranormal activity.

That us adults are conditioned to filter this "non existing" behavior as we age. I used to live in a house that was over 100 years old. My son would never go into the bathroom alone, the entire 5 years he lived there.

When he got old enough to talk, he would tell me that there was a man in our bathroom. Now, my son never had "imaginary" friends or "seen" anyone other than this man that frequent our bathroom. The entire time we lived there, the man would visit him in the bathroom.My son would say "there he is mommy, don't you see him?

" I could tell when my son seen this man by the look on his face. S eyes would follow this person that I could not see. We have a place in Louisville that you can spend the night at.

It's called Waverly It was an old experimental hospital. A nurse hung herself in there. Google it and look at the images if you want to see creepy.

This place gave me the creeps before I even knew what it was. You can feel a vibe from the place just passing it on the interstate. Very Creepy!

You couldn't pay me to spend the night in the parking lot.

I have a, well, lets say I'm not afraid of death. Been that way for a while. I can say that by my experience, no one is 'fearless', When I lost my fear of death, I gained a fear of missing something.In turn, I have done a lot of crazy things in my youth.

When I was 19, I had 4 lesbian roommates. We all shared a bed.Now... before anyone beams out in praise or what have you... they were lesbian. Well, two of them were bi, but dating the other two.

They didn't work, were lazy, loud, and messy. I was the only bill paying person in the apartment.So... the pleasure of having 4 semi-nude women in my bed was overshadowed by the fact that I was usually asleep and needing rest for work by the time they decide to pile into bed and wake me up.(I was a workaholic when I was young) This took place after discovering I had a spinal tumor and landed me deep into the beginning of me becoming a 'goth'. So human interaction was at a stand-still anyways.

What I did do was take to sleeping in the cemetery across from my apartment from time to time.It really was more to the tune of me not wanting to be messed with while sleeping. If you came across someone laying in a cemetery in the middle of the night, would you mess with them? I still joke to this day that it was the best bunkmates I ever had: never wake you up in the middle of the night, never snore, always already in bed.

I slept next to this grave for Tommy. He was my age (born in 1977) and died when he was 16. I often imagined what comics he might have read, what movies he liked, what music he listened to.

I imagined conversations with him. He was more in to country music than I could stand and liked a few movies I wasn't too keen on... but otherwise, we mostly liked the same stuff. One night, while sitting by his grave with my brother, Glenn (not imagined and I heard a strange noise.

Tommy's grave had a bench, and despite my personal weirdness, I also went there to think or to talk about my problems with Glenn. This night, we were discussing how to get rid of the lesbians. The conversation was cut short by this hybrid meow/bark.

When he was with me, he preferred to have flashlights so I would also take one too to make him not feel self-conscious. We saw this ash grey cat... except the sound it was making along with its noticeably long neck was completely off and its eyes were slightly illuminated as animals often do when light shines its direction, however, no light but moonlight was on it. When we did shine our lights on it, the eyes glowed a bit more, naturally even, but the cat it's self did not.

Everything around it lit up except it. And now, with lights on it, it seemed to be a dark grey instead of ash colored. There was no mistaken about the neck though.

Common house cat sized with about a 4-5 inch neck. We both got up and it let out the strange noise again. I then moved to see it up close... and it darted off.Me and my brother never saw it again though we did search for it.

To this day, I still have no idea what I saw. I know this is a bit brief in content, but... I figured I'd contribute anyways.

A few years ago when I was still a Hmong Christian, during my first stint of college, I decided to go home one weekend. It just happened to be the first weekend I had free in a month, and it also fell on a Halloween weekend. I know how it sounds already, but this is how it went.So when I got home I had this uneasy feeling.

I couldn't pin point it, or rationalize WHY I was having the feeling, or how to get rid of it. I didn't want to go to sleep, because I was still feeling uneasy, and really wanted to get rid of the feeling, before I went to sleep.As the night went on, my mom went to bed, then my brother, and then my sister. She and I decided to camp out in the living room.

She slept on one of the sofas, and I fell asleep on another. I want to say it was just about midnight (my sister and my mom stayed up late, and they were both asleep, so it sounds right) when I finally gave into the fact that I wasn't going to get rid of this feeling, was getting tired, I fell asleep. A couple of hours later I awoke to a noise.

It came from the front foyer, behind me.It sounded like the back of two spoons being hit together. (Ahhh, I'm getting goosebumps just remembering it! ) When I was fully awake I thought to myself, all the lights are off, no one is awake but me, that noise should NOT be happening.So I shook my head, I don't remember why.

I think shaking my head attracted the ghost. Immediately after I shook my head, I felt 'sleepy' and immediately had a 'dream'. This is odd, because not many people dream immediately after they fall asleep, it usually takes a bit of time.

In this dream, I was in a class room and the teacher was passing out homework. She didn't pass it out to me, so I let her know, and she handed me a sheet.In real life (still mostly asleep), I reached out away from me, grabbed air and pulled it to my chest. When I fully awakened again I thought to myself, how...odd.

So because of these two things I finally realized there may be a spirt walking around. JUST IN CASE it was trying to give me something not physical, I extended my hand out over the couch and shook it. In a fraction of a second I felt as if someone was climbing over me (from behind again), it hit my head on its way up, twice, as if two knees hit me.

I felt pressure on my chest, and felt as if the weight of the world was on me. I couldn't move as if my arms and legs were pinned down, could hardly breathe, and there was this buzzing noise, that came and went like the sound of a passing train or sirens. (Ahhh, more goosebumps).

This went on for what seemed like forever! I pushed and I pushed and I finally got whatever it was off of me. I finally understood what that uneasy feeling I had earlier was.

Other times a sitting ghost has visited, I always had an uneasy feeling during the day, when I was home. The next morning, after I told this story to my family, my brother confessed to me that he and a bunch of friends were telling ghost stories the night before. As there were two other traditional Hmong families living around us that still practiced Shamanism, it had apparently attracted and empowered one spirit that was close by.

It showed itself to the story tellers. Yes it freaked them out, and one of them told their parents. Apparently if you say an incantation, and throw a bean to the area that the spirit was (a Shamanistic practice), its supposed to drive it away.

It didn't! To this day I keep my hand under my pillow, and do not extend it out over the edge of the bed. For the longest time I didn't know why I do that, but I figured it out.

I later learned there is name to this type of ghost, the 'Sitting Ghost'. It sits on your chest when you are vulnerable, most often just before you fall asleep or during sleep. Some sleep scientists believe this to be common occurance, and that many people experience it.

It happens just before sleep. This theory a bunch of croc. OK, I can give them the whole sitting ghost bit, to have pressure on your body.

What about the noise I heard that sounded like two spoons hitting each other? What about the two thumps to my head? What about the noise I heard, while it was preventing me from moving or breathing?

I did not imagine those.

I believe that some people, for whatever reason, are more intuitively inclined to be open to paranormal experiences. But I also think that the majority of paranormal experiences are easily explained. There was a television show at one point that locked a group of people within a house that was just constructed simply for the purposes of the show.

They were then nonchalantly told in a fleeting conversation that there was a murder there once upon a time (a false assertion, since the place had just been built). Over the period of days, people were absolutely convinced that they had seen paranormal things, experienced paranormal activity, and they fed off one another until it became almost frenetic. At the end of the experiment when they were let in on the show’s premise, they were aghast and unbelieving; only two people said that they didn’t have any paranormal experiences within the house.

I believe that those two people actually said that they did have paranormal experiences to fit in with the group, and then recanted. The rest were still positive that they had experienced something paranormal, and felt a bit silly. It’s the same with psychics, I do believe that some exist with a gift of an extra sense, but I don’t believe in psychics that collect cash for telling you where your dead ancestors are.

Quite simply, there are things in this world that will always be unexplained, and I do believe that some paranormal activity is “otherworldly. €? But most of it, in my humble opinion, can be explained.

I’ve had friends who have stated that they have unequivocally been visited by dead loved ones. I don’t pass judgment because it gives them a great deal of comfort, and I genuinely am pleased for their experiences. Inwardly I think it just may be a manifestation of their longing to see their loved one again - but it gives them a great deal of peace, so whatever it is, I’m happy that it occurs.

Um.. Which to share hmm.. I guess I will Share Spirit Said and it had happened :) .. I was in denial that lightning actually hit me in this incident at first cause I was stuck on the crispy critter myth. I later when I went in for an x-ray on my shoulder injuries when the x-ray doctor freaked out asking me if I knew I was hit by lightning.. I asked how many times? She counted 6 times.. I have experienced over that in number since.. as you hear me state in my video getting a little nervous stating I am not going for strike 15 or 16 here!

I tend to try not to count the strikes now cause I do not want to be in the world record for it that is around 33....The scarring is on my tendons, legaments and bones.. That is my proof. My daily acheys and pains, messed up sleep schedule... When I prayed to become a conductor I did not mean a lightning rod I meant a railroad conductor.. Not the 3rd rail :P!.. Just for a lil humor take care all :) . Thu Sep 11, 2003 11:15 am Spirit Said, and It happened.By Dana C.

L. It happened on September 29th 2002. On the morning of September 29th.

I awoke at 3:00 am. I had this feeling something important was gonna happen.So I closed my eyes and asked to know what it was. I then opened my eyes and looked at my TV.

It appeared as if it glowed. Then I glanced outside and saw a cloud in the distance, and I heard a feminine voice through my clairaudience. She Stated, "Go upstairs and wake your parents.

Make sure everyone is in bed. Your house is gonna get hit by lightning again. " At first, I sat there and wondered if my mind was not making it up.

I looked at the storm cloud in the distance, and new I should get up to at least shut down my mothers computer. Then I found myself unplugging things around the house as well. I got to bottom of the stairs, and then was arguing with myself... I have always had a fear of lightning.. So I did not want to go up them stairs.

But I knew I had to.. and if something did happen.. I knew I would not be able to live with the guilt of not listening to my Spirit friends or guides. I proceeded cautiously up the stairs.. and tip toed quickly passed the upstairs bathroom.. remembering the last time the house was hit by lightning. I was in the room below it.. then and remembered the awesome fireball that came out of the corner of the ceiling as well as a book falling open.. to a page about the Call to Shamanism... And remember out of all the responses in the world.. my first response was, "Am I dead yet?

" stated in humor. I then proceeded upstairs into my parents room. I looked outside just as the storm was coming in.

Did not want to wake my parents as I figured they probably would think I was just being scared again.(I use to wake them all the time as a child or coming leaping into the bed.. always had a fear of lightning.) I then heard Spirits voice tell me, "Go downstairs Now! " I quickly walked out the room. Passed my little brother's room.. and saw their door close... I thought to myself,"unhuh.. they the little sneaks are sneaking" and then giggled.

I walked towards the top of the stairs. Then had a feeling to close the bathroom door... Just after I closed the door. I saw lightning traveling on what I though was roof (turn out to be the metal plant holder on the window sill.), and then it stopped.

I shouted at the top of my lungs, "The House was hit by lightning again. " Figuring it was done with. Then I started to one step down the stairs.

Saw one flash out the window on my back.. not sure if I was curious of what.. but I think after asking a question, "Is this my call to Shamanism? " .. saying.. no I can not be that lucky.. found myself reflexively.. dancing up 8 stairs and to the stop stairs felt tingles on my feet... although looking out the window I saw nothing... But I suddenly felt my hair raising on end. I knew immediately that the lightning was hitting, so I jumped into the air.. Attempting to jump backwards down the stairs.... Instantly a Bright flash went a towards me.. my entire body went numb, I saw a blue streak, and it felt like a giant magnet was pulling me forward by the chest.

I heard the thunder go from a high pitched eeee... down to that lower rumble in and instant. Then the bright flash had turned into a sparkly.. pattern as it was so bright on my eyes.. and It felt like I was literally flying backwards into oblivion. With the image of black sparkles and falling backwards and downward feeling... until it appears like I was flying backwards through the universe... I saw what looked liked stars a bright cloud.. and then what I later learned they call the Pleides star formation.. at the tail end of the cloud I saw another bright flash I knew I was in heaven had my spiritual eye open for one second then closed them.. and heard the words "Welcome home" .. and I said home?

I don't want to be home yet.. this is nice and all but I have to live still. Please, let me live to do Spirit work, and railroad work.. as I then was also worried about how my biological sister would handled my death.. and said.. thought if I do not get to live I hope someone comforts her and helps her.. but before the thought finished... I felt someone catch me, and I was able to see wing like things... and Sandals.It was my guardian Angels. They caught me and I landed on my feet at the bottom of the stairs.(As when I leaped down the stairs I did a backwards no handed flip) Either due to the excitement or due to being possibly hit by that lighting.

I was literally babbling like and idiot loudly and uncontrollably for 30 minutes according to some of my siblings.(I later find out this is a symptom of lightning strike) My mother came running down the stairs asking was wrong. I could not talk and was getting mad.Finally. My speech returned and the first thing that came out of my mouth was, "Spir.. Spir... Spirit Said, to go upstairs and wake you as the house was gonna get hit again, and I was suppose to make sure everyone was in bed" My moms response was, "Oh Come on now".

Then I told her, "It Did , It Did!" (I was upset not only cause that was the first words my mouth could make but I squealed them like porky pig in a frying pan..) she did not believe me at first. Then she asked Did you see the big fireball?!.. Between being frustrated and hurting.. and not being believed.. I cried out loud!."Yes, Moooom! ".

She Told me to go back to bed... And then went upstairs. I knew she had not believed me. (She till this day does not.

) By then it was 4 in the morning.. and I could not sleep. I was burning up skin was blood red.. I did not care if it was still storming I was frying hot and stood in the ice cold shower for 30 minutes.... then got redressed.. as I poked my fingers through the little holes in my shirt and pants wondering where the hell those came from all of sudden... I could not sit still I hurt and paced the house, and Drank tons of water.. as well as tried eating something to get that metal taste out of my mouth. I finally calmed down and was able to lay on the couch... So I tried to sleep.. but just ended up laying there staring at the ceiling or walls.. I suddenly heard my Dad and brothers come down the stairs.

Then heard my brothers asking Dad if they had nightmares.. or if I was hit by lightning last night. They both claimed they dreamt I was hit. But both were silly dreams in description.(About my doing some funny raindances in front of them, and they describing me shaking my booty at the clouds.. going nananana.. they had me laughing listening to them.. as they knew I'd never dance like that.. but were disapointed like most of the world for not being able to watch my entire raincalling process.. Spirits forbid it.. ) One of them noticed me on the couch and ran into the room, and asked me what had happened, as they never heard me cry out or act the way I did.

I told them, "Spirit told me to go upstairs and wake my parents, because your house is gonna get hit by lightning again." Then when I went into there room was told to "go downstairs now" My little brothers eyes got really Big, and he asked, "That Was You? " "I thought it mom!.

I thought she was on her way to the bathroom so I waited. Then I heard you yelling and stuff! " Then he had a ghost white look and his face,..throw himself at my feet crying hugging my legs.. and thanked me for listening and doing what I did.

Never, in my entire life did I meet such a face full of gratitude as I had from this child.. I am glad I listened to Spirit that morning. But I am saddened at myself. As at first I felt hurt and betrayed as I felt they put me in that position of feeling like I was hit by lightning on purpose.

But now I know that they were giving me a gift of experiencing the energy of a storm, as well as gift of saving the life of my little foster brother.(Who did return to his parents weeks later, and from what I last hear was doing great in sports and school, and really going somewhere in life. ) I had many experiences I can share. I am still a beginner but what has happened so far is awesome.

I also believe I was hit that night. Have more on here: http://dnatureofdtrain.fuzzyworld3.com/4um/viewtopic.php?f=15&t=593 Here is a photo I took of lightning striking the house that is the window I was standing in front of when I was hit but the bolt in this photo... Took out my old crappy computer... That strike is towards the end of the video, the one at the beginning was actually a Shamanic lightning strike demonstration... This ought to let you know that I have numerous experiences with the paranormal, and my work with thunderspirits .. well truth is stranger than fiction in my life always has been. Keep your eyes peeled as I will be putting my true stories up on my website and selling them in a book.

This happened June 19th 2010 so as you can imagine I usually stay far away from this side of the house. This is not at my home this is another relatives house. My home I am working towards.. It has lightning rods.

I cant really gove you an answer,but what I can give you is a way to a solution, that is you have to find the anglde that you relate to or peaks your interest. A good paper is one that people get drawn into because it reaches them ln some way.As for me WW11 to me, I think of the holocaust and the effect it had on the survivors, their families and those who stood by and did nothing until it was too late.