There are a few threads that I wanted to post this to and instead of repeating myself over and over I am just doing it this way. Yes I believe ghosts, spirits or whatever you want to call them, I believe they are real. Some people are more open to the experience then others and that is why it happens. For a long time these experiences would just scare the crap out of me but now I am used to it but it still can be kind of eerie. I need to start logging my experiences because I have had so many things happen that I honestly can't remember them all at the same time. Here is one of them: Probably one of the most frightening...I was about seventeen when this happened and no I wasn't stoned or anything like that! It was a typical school night when this happened. I woke up at about 3 am to what felt like someone spooning me. You know where someone lays behind you and there body is pressed against yours and they have an arm across your stomach. Well I woke up to someone/something spooning me. At first I thought I was still asleep because I knew I should be alone. As I lay there I started becoming more awake and the panic started rising in me. I slowly moved my head to see the arm that was supposed to be wrapped around me and as I stared down there wasn't anything there! Now we had a street light outside for those of you wondering how I could see in the dark, okay? As I realized that there wasn't an actual arm around me yet I could FEEL an arm around me sheer panic got the better of me. I quickly rolled over and in the split second that my back hit my mattress the feeling of someone spooning me was gone. My heart was beating so fast I felt like I couldn't breathe. I just said as loud as I could to leave me alone and let me go to sleep. Since then I have never had that happen again. It was soooo crazy weird! I am so curious about the incident yet so scared at the same time. I mean you know how when you arm falls asleep and you get that weird tingly sensation well that is what the "thing" spooning me put off. It was tingly. All across the back of my body and across my stomach. WEIRD. But at the same time I am glad that I experienced it. I wish that I hadn't been so panicked so I could have asked what they wanted or just experienced it more. Not that I am inviting it to happen again mind you. lol Okay I have many more but thought I would start out with this one. Promise, true story! All of the homes I grew up in were "haunted" so to speak. There were strange things that happened and I was not the only one to experience these things. I think the reason our family experienced "hauntings" was because my Mother was mentally ill and in much turmoil. Spirits, or at least from what I have heard are attracted to turmoil. In my theory my Mother opened the doors for them. I would like to hear your experiences! Please write! Jules
Ghosts don't like me. Still waiting for that -out of this world- experience so I can become a believer. And I been around for a bit. Why do you supposed some can feel these spirits and some, like me, are oblivious to them?
I lived in a 125 year old cabin in Montana. The poltergeist activity had chased more than one resident out of the place, but for some reason they were quieter for us. Folks figured it was because we had a young child. For us, most of the disturbances were just annoying, like the time I was standing in the middle of the living room floor clipping my nails and talking to my now ex-wife and I dropped the clippers, I immediately looked down as you do when you drop something, to see were they had landed ,and I froze! I knew something was wrong, I couldn't quit grasp at first what it was, something was wrong though and my brain just couldn’t seem to register what. Then I get this mental replay of them falling into the air, yes into the air, that’s the only way I can explain it. I start to try and figure it out and I realized I had not heard them hit the wood floor. In somewhat of a daze it acures to me that I must have been standing there for a full minute staring down at my feet like I had had a seizure. I lift my head to look at Jeannie, her face is a little white and she doesn’t seem to be breathing, she then looks down toward the floor as if to stare through the coffee table and see what was there. My gaze fallows hers, still somewhat in denial. When I look back up she has this small pleading expression on her face and forces out in a quiet voice, "what happened”? As if somehow I could fix this as easily as I fixed everything else in that decaying old homestead. I start to tell her what I had seen when it accures to me it might have happened below the level of the table, out of her view, and it was just too ludicrous of a statement to make. "They didn't hit the floor" I offered instead, that being something she would have noticed. “I know” she says with a strange mixture of shock and disgust. then getting up from the couch she breaks the spell and I start to breath normally, We move the coffee table and look around, it only takes a moment to realize they were not there and there was nowhere they could have bounced too, "do you think there under the floorboards" I ask, she just nods and we briefly consider looking for them there, quickly dismissing the idea as foolish. The clippers turned up at some point, we never talked much about it after that. Sometime later I was sitting cross-legged in front of the same table tying flies while she sat on the other end of the couch, her attention split between my latest creation and a television program. I squatted there, engrossed in what I was doing. The small scissors I continuously used I kept on my finger like a ring, simply flipping them onto the back of my hand when I needed both hands free. However due too a delicate and difficult maneuver I reluctantly slipped them off and set them down beside my vise. When I reach for them a few seconds later they are gone! I looked around for them and not seeing them I looked at Jeannie and ask “were my scissors” having become accustomed to her compensating for my somewhat scattered mind. “I don’t know” she sneered defensively, “I put them right here", I tell her, “I know” she says, in nearly the same tone. We stand up together to look for them. We move the coffee table, look under the cushions, I pick up the couch so she can look under it, they are not to be found. Now unable to work and her show ended we wonder outside to work in the garden and enjoy that special time when the day creatures begin to settle in and those of the night begin to stir. After a time we wonder back inside and I start to head for the bathroom looking down at my unfinished work as I do, and there sitting by my vise were I had set them an hour before were the missing scissors. “Here they are” I say pointing to them, she is shocked for an instant but recovers quickly with a laughter, I am not nearly so amused, like I said earlier, annoying. Some weeks later, the scissor instants still fresh in our minds, I fall asleep on the couch having worked late. I am awakening from my slumber by a cold breeze on my neck. At first I just lay there still fighting wakefulness when I realize the breeze is not constant but coming in spurts, like someone breathing, exactly like someone breathing. I lay there for a brief eternity, my eyes still closed and I suddenly realize I can hear the intake and exhale of the breaths. In barely controlled fear I open my eyes and there above me was a small white cloud like thing its wispy edges illuminated by the glow of the waning moon steaming through the window. I quickly fanned my hands through it, as if to brush away its existence, my movements have absolutely no effect. It did not change size nor shape whatsoever, but just hang there meningosly. I am then terrified and having nowhere else to go to get away from it I closed my eyes and with my heart pounding in my ears I shot myself up through it, half expecting to run into it or of somehow being stopped by it. I ran to the middle of the room and looked back at the place were I had lain frozen a moment before. The apparition was gone; in its place was nothing but still air. My fear quickly turned to anger, “do you think your funny mother fucker” I yelled, “get the fuck out of my house you son of a bitch, leave us alone, I will find a way to get you”. I then noticed Jeannie slowly stepping out from the bedroom, fear in her eyes. I explained to her what had happened and what I had seen. “Are you ok” she asks? I assured her everything was fine now, and indeed I could feel a difference in the house. I told her to go back to bed and she reluctantly complied. I sat down on the couch and rolled a very large dubby. I sat there smoking and staring out the window at the moon. Finally getting back to sleep around dawn. I lived in that cabin with her for another three years without another incident, but every detail of that wisp of smoke will be forever ingrained in my memory.
WOW! Thank you for sharing that with me. I understand the part about being annoyed though. My husband tells me I am just being scatter-brained but for almost a year A YEAR now one of my casserole dishes was missing. This is a purple casserole dish and so of course I am going to notice if it is missing, it is one of my favorites! I turned my kitchen upside down looking for that damn dish and wouldn't you know a year later (after I had cleansed my house) the casserole dish was sitting on the cabinet shelf like it had been there the whole time. I was soooo annoyed! Okay back to the cleansing...My husband and I live in a fairly new home but for anyone who knows about spirits, ghosts or whatever you want to call them they reside where they want to. I love the piano and I was shopping in a thrift store downtown when I saw this beautiful old piano. It needed some work but I didn't care something drew me to it. A few weeks later it became a member of our house and when I say member I am not saying that lightly! After we got it home I started noticing odd things happening. Drawers to our dressers would be pulled open when I knew they were closed before, things would go missing and our animals got a little nervous. Well, one afternoon I was doing laundry and came into our bedroom to hang some clothes up. When you enter our room you one of our dressers was on a wall where the drawers had to be closed because if they were open you would run into them. Anyway, I hung the clothes up and went back to the couch to get the socks and stuff. I was feeling really anxious and depressed that day already but when I walked into our bedroom the drawer that the socks needed to be put in was already open for me. Of course a chill went through me because I KNEW I didn't open that thing. But trying to be of sound mind I just put the socks away, closed the drawer and went back to the living room. Not long after that I needed to get something from our room and dammit if that drawer wasn't open again! That is just ONE example of many annoying things that happened in the house after the piano arrived. But the piano seemed to have negative energy to it. I became very depressed after it came into our home and although depression does just sneak up on you I blamed the piano. When I was alone in the room with it I literally felt chills on the back of my neck. I felt as if something was in there and wanted out. I AM A SANE PERSON HERE, just had weird experiences with that thing in the house. I talked with one of our friends who has a live in spirit at her house and I really needed to know what I could do. I wanted to get rid of the piano but my husband is an engineer and if that doesn't say it all right there I will explain further. He doesn't believe in things he can't physically see or touch. He has that engineer mind that doesn't allow him to comprehend things of the unknown, no matter what they may be. My friend suggested I do a cleansing of our entire home and especially of the piano since my hubby wasn't up for getting rid of it. What I did is I took bundles of dried sage and lit the ends and smoked the house out. I forget the term I am supposed to use but I had all the windows open and just did a clearing of our house. I said over and over again that whatever was here wasn't welcome and it needed to find another home. Within a few weeks things became normal. I never felt right about the piano and eventually got rid of it. THANK GOODNESS! But that is when things started reappearing in the house again like my casserole dish, glasses, medicine and so on. Your experience with the breathing really freaked me out! I have never had that experience believe it or not. When I was being spooned I didn't feel any breath on me thank gosh! I would have probably had a dam heart attack right there!!! As I think of more stuff I will add to the post. I really do need to log this stuff. I have just had soooo many experience that it really is hard to remember all of them in one sitting.
I have heard of many instances were houses have been 'cleansed' by a simple request, i grew up in the ohio valley it seems evryones house was haunted there i like the way you write, am looking forward to your post
To Quality: Some people are just "born" more sensitive to these things. OR we are sensitive to these things because somehow we have allowed them to be in our lives. I know when I am feeling depressed, angry, or life seems to be really stressful OR I am asking things happen more. For awhile I thought that it was just me imagining them but it is a known fact that if you are a more sensitive person things will happen when you are not "right" with yourself or life, or if you are specifically putting yourself into a situation. Does that make any sense? I am so tired that my brain isn't functioning properly. Also I think it runs in families. My sister as well as my dad are sensitive. Not as sensitive as I am but close. One thing you might want to try is looking really deep within yourself and just trust your instincts and judgement. They say that for the majority small children have more experiences than anyone. I think that is because a child doesn't have any preconceived thoughts or opinions about things and their minds are more open. What I meant about trusting your instincts is pretend like you can't see. Use your other senses to experience things. Like people who are blind can hear better or people who can't hear can see better. Try to develop your senses and you will be amazed at what a difference that makes. I am probably still not making any sense am I? Okay ummm, for instance someone on here posted that they think they have super powers because they can hear a tv even when it is muted. Well I am NOT saying anything bad about that person but most people who have developed their senses can hear that too. I know for myself I am extremely senstive to smell, noise and taste. It drives my husband up the wall because I can taste things in the air if that makes any sense. Okay I am just probably confusing the shit out of you so sorry! Just let me know if you have any specific questions. Oh and for the record I don't claim to have super powers, I just feel I am a person who is sensitive to her surroundings. More so than your average person.
I live in a private country estate and often go and sit by the river here as its so peaceful... one day i was suprised to see a woman sitting on the bank with her cat? curious as to where she lived on the estate as i hadnt seen her before i approached her and started a conversation... she was quite beautiful although i couldnt put an age to her...anywhere between maybe 40 - 55yrs old.. i listened to her in amazement as she told me how much the nearest town had changed since she was a kid. telling me how when she was young there was only a haberdashers and a butchers and now there was a whole street of shops but she was glad to see the butchers and haberdashers were still there... i asked her the name of the street.. she said Fore Street... thinking i was talking to the local loony as Fore street hasnt got a butchers or a haberdashers... or any shops anymore i got up to walk away..i turned to say goodbye but she wasnt there... i only turned my head away for a second... not enough time for her to even stand up let alone walk the 5 minutes or so to the nearest path out of there.... i rushed home and checked the internet for the history of this place.. to remember Fore street as she did this woman would have to have been at least 100yrs old if not more... did i see a ghost?...and if i did how was i able to interact with her?
