Have you ever had a paranormal experience??

[Dublin Buckeyes]

I am not a psychic, nor have I ever claimed to be, but there have been some weird occurences in my life in that area of the paranormal.

While on vacation in Melbourne, FLA at my uncles beach condo, my great-grandmother died. I remember it like it was yesterday because walking in the door after coming back to the condo with my mom, I felt a strange feeling. My uncle was at his house in NY while we were at his place in Florida, and before we even walked in, I said to my mom that great-grandma had died. Sure enough when we walk in, and then my dad came she died while we were playing minature golf.

Probably the weirdest thing that has ever occured to me, and I was 6 years old at the time.

I have never had any ghost stories or anything such as that, but there have been other instances of such preminitions and weird coincidences.

**oh, just as a note, great-grandma was not sick, and while she was 89 years old, this was not something that was expected or medically on the risk of for any given day. She just passed in her sleep of natural causes, which is what made it even weirder. Ever since then when I went to go to my Uncles in upstate NY, I always had a weird feeling around the chair and areas she used to sleep in but it did take me a few years to realize that as I didn't have some memories from much younger of an age.

 

[Buck Nasty]

You guys may call bs on this story, but my cousin swears it is true. My aunt used to own a house in Spring Valley, Ohio. She swore that the house was haunted. Once, she left for vacation and my cousin and her boyfriend told her that they would watch the house for the week while she was gone.

The first night they went up to bed and turned everything off downstairs. They were woken up in the middle of the night by the downstairs tv that was turned on full blast. They both went downstairs as we had always heard that the house had "spirits". Well, I guess Scooby Doo was on and Shaggy said something like "I'm not scared of any ghost" and right after that line, the tv turned off. They pretty much packed their stuff up and left the house.

The next night, I took my girlfriend over there and we rented "Poltergeist" and "The Amnityville Horror". We didn't see a thing.



One more story, my grandmother said that she had a conversation in the middle of the night with my grandfather after he had passed away. She truely is not one to make up such a story.

I don't want to sound skeptical, but Shaggy would never say anything like that. he would be petrified of anything even close to a ghost.


Good thread though

 

[BoxCar_Willie]

Got a new one.

My wife is easily scared so on this last Friday night we rented "Candyman"

We turned out the lights and started to watch it on the living room couch. Got about 1/4 of the way through the movie (if you've seen it you know the movie is paced VERY slow) and from the family room on the other side of the foyer we hear a loud BANG, one-one thousand, two-one thousand, and then another loud BANG from the same source.
I get up to investigate but I know that what made the sound already, it was my Youngest Daughters Little Einstein's toy rocket. The cockpit makes that sound when you open and close it. I walked into the family room and the hair on my neck stood up and chills shot up my body. Called the wife in to let her know we had a ghost and show her what made the sound which freaked her out because the cockpit is hard to open on that toy.

We stopped watching CandyMan and I actually put the DVD in the car so we could take it back first thing. But that fucker didn't leave our house all night. He actually talked to us and told us to "goooooo awwwaaaayyyy" in a scary ass voice and "MMMMMmmmmmmm" kind of like a growl. And into our baby monitor all night about every 30 minutes was a "help mom" or "mommmieee" that was just loud enough to make us get up and check on the kids who were of course sleeping.

Honestly as I'm typing this I got the chills and major goosebumps, he's back. Makes me wonder how the spirit world or whatever works and what kind of things they notice. I think there are certain things that flash like a beacon that draw these nasty buggers in. We had none here at all before, it was one of my new house requirements........Maybe fear, maybe negative thoughts. Who knows. Lord knows I'm not afraid and not talking about it right now. Maybe I'm just weird. :)

 

[BuckeyeRyn]

Got a new one.

My wife is easily scared so on this last Friday night we rented "Candyman"

We turned out the lights and started to watch it on the living room couch. Got about 1/4 of the way through the movie (if you've seen it you know the movie is paced VERY slow) and from the family room on the other side of the foyer we hear a loud BANG, one-one thousand, two-one thousand, and then another loud BANG from the same source.
I get up to investigate but I know that what made the sound already, it was my Youngest Daughters Little Einstein's toy rocket. The cockpit makes that sound when you open and close it. I walked into the family room and the hair on my neck stood up and chills shot up my body. Called the wife in to let her know we had a ghost and show her what made the sound which freaked her out because the cockpit is hard to open on that toy.

We stopped watching CandyMan and I actually put the DVD in the car so we could take it back first thing. But that fucker didn't leave our house all night. He actually talked to us and told us to "goooooo awwwaaaayyyy" in a scary ass voice and "MMMMMmmmmmmm" kind of like a growl. And into our baby monitor all night about every 30 minutes was a "help mom" or "mommmieee" that was just loud enough to make us get up and check on the kids who were of course sleeping.

Honestly as I'm typing this I got the chills and major goosebumps, he's back. Makes me wonder how the spirit world or whatever works and what kind of things they notice. I think there are certain things that flash like a beacon that draw these nasty buggers in. We had none here at all before, it was one of my new house requirements........Maybe fear, maybe negative thoughts. Who knows. Lord knows I'm not afraid and not talking about it right now. Maybe I'm just weird. :)

Take charge yourself... talk back to the spirit... tell them they are not welcome to stay if this is how they are going to act. Make it known this is your house and you have every intention of making sure they don't disrupt it. Speak in a very solid, clear, outloud voice. Keep on them, if they don't leave the first time. Don't let them freak you out though, sometimes this is merely what they are looking for, sometimes the spirit world can get a bit boring.

 

[TRON]

No.


There are no such things as ghosts.

No doubt.

 

[Best Buckeye]

Yes , everytime I log on to BP

 

[BoxCar_Willie]

Take charge yourself... talk back to the spirit... tell them they are not welcome to stay if this is how they are going to act. Make it known this is your house and you have every intention of making sure they don't disrupt it. Speak in a very solid, clear, outloud voice. Keep on them, if they don't leave the first time. Don't let them freak you out though, sometimes this is merely what they are looking for, sometimes the spirit world can get a bit boring.

I did already, weird but when I started typing he came back over here. This one is not the run of the mill ghost. I don't like this one.....

 

[Nutriaitch]

There's an old run down house that used to be a Bed and Breakfast about a half a mile or so from the house I grew up in. There has always been rumors that the place was haunted. On enight when I was about 15 or so, some friends of mine dared me and a buddy to spend the night in that house.
Of course, the ultimate call out of manhood, they dared us in front of our girlfriends, so saying no was not an option.

So we head out to this house a little before dark. Bring a couple of oil lamps and flashlights. We walked around to get a feel for the place before it got completely dark. Place was kinda creepy (like a lot of old run down buildings), but nothing out of the ordinary. Our buddies went home, and left us for the night.

Neither of us really went to sleep, but everything seemed fine until about 1 am or so. A door upstairs suddenly slammed closed. My buddy who is about as dumb as the day is long decided we need to go "check it out". We walk upstairs, and couldn't even find a door that was closed. By this time, I'm getting nervous as all hell. So, we walk back downstairs figuring we must be just hearing things. Maybe 20 minutes later the stairs start to creak a little. I convince myself that it is normal for old houses to creak a little at night, and it's nothing to be scared of. Then part of the railing for the stairs snaps and falls to the floor. Only when it hit the floor, the thud was much louder than a couple pieces of rotten boards should have been.

Me and my buddy ran out of that place without even glancing at each other first. We left so quickly, that we both left our bicycles there and just ran home. The next day, we had to own up and tell our friends about the night.
We never "saw" anything, but you'll never convince me that something wasn't in that place.

 

[BUCKYLE]

I ain't afraid of no ghost.

If there's somethin' strange in your neighborhood, who ya gonna call? (Ghostbusters)
If it's somethin' weird an it won't look good, who ya gonna call? (Ghostbusters)
I ain't afraid a no ghost. I ain't afraid a no ghost.​

If you're seein' things runnin' thru your head. Who can you call? (Ghostbusters)
An' invisible man sleepin' in your bed. Oh who ya gonna call? (Ghostbusters)
I ain't afraid a no ghost. I ain't afraid a no ghost. Who ya gonna call? (Ghostbusters)
If you're all alone pick up the phone and call (Ghostbusters)​

I ain't afraid a no ghost. I hear it likes the girls.
I ain't afraid a no ghost. Who you gonna call (Ghostbusters).​

Mmm, if you've had a dose of a freaky ghost, baby, you better call Ghostbusters
Bustin' makes me feel good: I ain't afraid a no ghosts.​

Don't get caught alone oh no Ghostbusters
When he comes through your door, unless you've just got some more I think you better call Ghostbusters.
Ooh... who you gonna call (Ghostbusters)
Who you gonna call (Ghostbusters)
Ah, I think you better call (Ghostbusters)​

I can't hear you. Who you gonna call? (Ghostbusters)
Louder! Ghostbusters!
Who you gonna call (Ghostbusters)
Who you can call (Ghostbusters)​

 

[Gatorubet]

FCB - Given the clock strikes less than four hours to All Hallows Eve and I have cigar and scotch in hand, pull up a comfortable chair close to the fire and follow me as I spin my haunted yarn. However, the wise listener may wish to take along some silver bullets and perhaps a sprig of mistletoe just in case.....mu ha ha ha ha.....



In any event, it got to be past 3 in the morning, and we all decided to go to bed. My older brother went into the front upstairs room with his wife, and me and my younger brother went into the other upstairs room. As I have done my whole life, I just cannot go to sleep without reading at least a little bit. So my brother laid the bed next to mine, and I sat pouring over a book. Just when I started to find my old place in the book, I heard a sound - a sound that made me just curious when I first heard it, almost like it only registered to my rational mind at first. What I could tell was that it was WAY down the road, probably at least a quarter of a mile, but it was still reasonably loud. I could tell because the window was completely open. Then, about two seconds later, I heard the sound again. This time, it was right in front of the house, and VERY loud. I?m not talking something you are not sure you are hearing or not - it was so loud that I heard it echo off the barn across the street. What stuck me now is how fast this thing was moving - just two seconds ago it seemed to be all the way down the road.

Fricking SEC ghosts...always speeding and shit.

 

[Gatorubet]

There is an old plantation house in Louisiana called the Myrtles. Myrtles Plantation - Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia

My then girlfriend (now wife) and I decided to spend the weekend there. We were assigned a room on the second floor, and as it is indeed an old plantation home, the amenities are old too. Our bathroom in our room was small, with an ill-fitting wooden door that always swings "out" in the open position, and was equipped with a simple hook and eye as a "lock." Anyway, my wife went to the bathroom to get ready for bed. I'm on the bed reading the sports page, and she is sort of going on about the day while I mutter the dutiful "Uh-huh" every now and then. As I said, the bathroom door is open, the sink is running and she is washing her face. About thirty seconds later she is standing in the doorway screaming at me, "That is NOT funny!. I don't know how you did that, but that is not funny and I don't appreciate it one bit!" Ruh-roh. What the hell are you talking about?, I ask. Seems that she leaned over to splash water on her face to wash off the soap or lotion or whatever, and when she raised up and blinked she noticed the door that was open was shut. Again, it naturally remains in the "open" position. But what freaked her out was the fact that the door was locked, with the hook stuck in the little metal eye.

I told her that she must have shut it and not remembered. She said, no, that she had it shut, but opened it after she used the bathroom and was talking to me while she washed her face. She insisted that I did it to trick her. I asked her, how in the hell can I shut a door by putting the hook into the eye and get out of the room? She wanted to leave, I insisted on staying (the room was not cheap) as it was kind of cool.

So how do I explain it? I can't.

 

[billmac91]

I ain't afraid of no ghost.

If there's somethin' strange in your neighborhood, who ya gonna call? (Ghostbusters)
If it's somethin' weird an it won't look good, who ya gonna call? (Ghostbusters)
I ain't afraid a no ghost. I ain't afraid a no ghost.​

If you're seein' things runnin' thru your head. Who can you call? (Ghostbusters)
An' invisible man sleepin' in your bed. Oh who ya gonna call? (Ghostbusters)
I ain't afraid a no ghost. I ain't afraid a no ghost. Who ya gonna call? (Ghostbusters)
If you're all alone pick up the phone and call (Ghostbusters)​

I ain't afraid a no ghost. I hear it likes the girls.
I ain't afraid a no ghost. Who you gonna call (Ghostbusters).​

Mmm, if you've had a dose of a freaky ghost, baby, you better call Ghostbusters
Bustin' makes me feel good: I ain't afraid a no ghosts.​

Don't get caught alone oh no Ghostbusters
When he comes through your door, unless you've just got some more I think you better call Ghostbusters.
Ooh... who you gonna call (Ghostbusters)
Who you gonna call (Ghostbusters)
Ah, I think you better call (Ghostbusters)​

I can't hear you. Who you gonna call? (Ghostbusters)
Louder! Ghostbusters!
Who you gonna call (Ghostbusters)

Who you can call (Ghostbusters)​

I love Huey Lewis.

 

[Steve19]

There is an old plantation house in Louisiana called the Myrtles. Myrtles Plantation - Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia

My then girlfriend (now wife) and I decided to spend the weekend there. We were assigned a room on the second floor, and as it is indeed an old plantation home, the amenities are old too. Our bathroom in our room was small, with an ill-fitting wooden door that always swings "out" in the open position, and was equipped with a simple hook and eye as a "lock." Anyway, my wife went to the bathroom to get ready for bed. I'm on the bed reading the sports page, and she is sort of going on about the day while I mutter the dutiful "Uh-huh" every now and then. As I said, the bathroom door is open, the sink is running and she is washing her face. About thirty seconds later she is standing in the doorway screaming at me, "That is NOT funny!. I don't know how you did that, but that is not funny and I don't appreciate it one bit!" Ruh-roh. What the hell are you talking about?, I ask. Seems that she leaned over to splash water on her face to wash off the soap or lotion or whatever, and when she raised up and blinked she noticed the door that was open was shut. Again, it naturally remains in the "open" position. But what freaked her out was the fact that the door was locked, with the hook stuck in the little metal eye.

I told her that she must have shut it and not remembered. She said, no, that she had it shut, but opened it after she used the bathroom and was talking to me while she washed her face. She insisted that I did it to trick her. I asked her, how in the hell can I shut a door by putting the hook into the eye and get out of the room? She wanted to leave, I insisted on staying (the room was not cheap) as it was kind of cool.

So how do I explain it? I can't.

If you are waiting for one of us to chirp, SEC speed, forget it!

 

[Steve19]

Let me first set up the context for the story. In the early 1970s, when I was 18-20, I sometimes had to live in my 65 Chevy Nova for months at a time because I could not afford rent and OSU tuition. It was hard times. I showered on campus or at friends' houses. Most days, I ate at the restaurant where I worked (Steak n Ale). A Persian Baha'i family in Columbus, whose son was a close friend, were very kind to me and invited me to dinner about once a week. His mother was always very kind and always pretended that people had failed to show up for dinner, which ensured that I had plenty of leftovers to take with me for the next day.

I cameto South Africa with the intention of helping black people in the early 1980s. It was also a tough time. I was active in community upliftment and social welfare organizations who were opposing Apartheid non-violently. In 1982, I got involved in an American-style hamburger business similar to Burger King. Wendy's also opened here at the same time. South Africans were not ready for nonracial seating areas or eating with their hands and both businesses failed. I was in my twenties. I had small kids to support. I used to smoke about 40 Marlboros a day and was about to lose everything I had financially.

That day, I had gone to the doctor who told me to not come back until I stopped smoking and working 20 hours a day. I was completely burnt out and went to bed at about 8pm that evening.

During the night, I sat up in bed to find my friend's mother standing at the foot of my bed. I had spoken to her a few weeks before, when I phoned to wish my friend well on his wedding day. Although she disliked that I smoked, she did not seem overly concerned about it as we talked. She began by telling me how proud she was of some of the things I had been doing and then told me how the next twenty years of my life would pan out. She left and I rolled back over and went to sleep.

When I woke in the morning, I was shattered to see that I had smoked two cigarettes during the night. I had heard of sleep walking, not sleep smoking! I thought about what might happen if I smoked in the night while sleeping and burnt the house down. Then, I remembered the dream vividly, and wrote down what she had said in my "dream". Everything that she told me in the dream came true. Every single detail and much was completely beyond my control.

When I called to wish my friend and his family well for Christmas months later, I asked to speak with her to tell her about the dream. It was then that my friend told me she had died on the very day that I had my dream. To this day, I am thankful for the kindness she showed me and for having had that experience, no matter how it might be explained. I did follow her advice. I quit smoking the next day and haven't smoked for more than 25 years.

 

[Gatorubet]

I cameto South Africa with the intention of helping black people in the early 1980s. It was also a tough time. I was active in community upliftment and social welfare organizations who were opposing Apartheid non-violently. In 1982, I got involved in an American-style hamburger business similar to Burger King. Wendy's also opened here at the same time. South Africans were not ready for nonracial seating areas or eating with their hands and both businesses failed. I was in my twenties. I had small kids to support. I used to smoke about 40 Marlboros a day and was about to lose everything I had financially.

South Africans before the use of hands in eating.