Paranormal Activity

ghosts, psychic phenomena, aliens, time/dimension warps, haunted asylums/hospitals/sanitoriums, and ouija board type stuff.

If you've ever had experiences that relate to any of these, or know of places where you've visited that are still standing, please post here!!! Share...this sort of thing is fascinating to me!

Worked as a lifeguard in a haunted swimming pool once. That was fun. A friend saw someone swimming in the pool, despite the fact that it had been shut for hours and there was no-one else in the building. When she looked back, they were gone.

Only personal experience was in the middle of a conversation with a firend, we both stopped still, mid-sentence, and turned our heads towards the same spot. We'd both heard our name's being called from exactly the same spot, at exactly the same time, by exactly the same voice. Although different names obviously.

Weird as.

The Earl

Earl, a "haunted swimming pool"? Plot-bunny for H'ween contest story. P.

I've heard my name called at times also, I yelled at my mother once because of it.

Freaky shit, but never had a real haunting experience.

I got into some freaky accidents when I was a kid, and once in my teens, my heart stopped for about a minute while in the hospital.

When I "died", I had that classic out-of-body experience. Some say it's a reconstruction in my head of the event from hazy suconscious memories. But that doesn't quite explain how I then discovered a birthmark on the back of my head that I had no idea that I had proior to that.

Having said this, I just want to add that there are no paranormal activities. It's just stuff we haven't figured out yet. 1000 years ago, magnetism and electricity was magc, and diseases were divine punishment. I wonder what people will say about the soul, or ghosts, or whatever else, in 1000 years from today.

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It was weird because we both instinctively turned our heads and then said "I thought I heard someone call my name." Different names which don't even sound alike.

The Earl

Twice I would have sworn on my honor (or whatever) that I 'saw' someone I had loved - after their death. (Well, he was the love of my life.)

Once, I awoke to his voice saying my name, it was as real as could be. When I opened my eyes I saw only a very vague image of him standing right next to the bed. I also 'felt' something (really really hard to explain), the way you can sometimes feel someone is behind you even though you can't hear them. It was a very comsoling experience, not at all frightening. The sound of his voice in my name stayed with me for days.

The next time, years later, I saw him walking about a half-block ahead of me after I'd come out of a performance of "Siegfried" during my first Ring cycle. It was in Seattle, nightime, foggy. I was torn-up by the opera, weeping aloud as I walked back to my hotel. Then I saw him. I followed him for a few blocks but the fog became thicker and I couldn't see him anymore, he just faded away. When I came out of the fog no one was there. I had not seen his face but his outline and walk, his long hair, the slant of his shoulders, his clothes - all were exactly like him.

I wouldn't argue with anyone about these experiences, I can even accept they were not real. But - they felt real and meant something to me; that's what matters now.

Perdita

Liar said:

I got into some freaky accidents when I was a kid, and once in my teens, my heart stopped for about a minute while in the hospital.

When I "died", I had that classic out-of-body experience. Some say it's a reconstruction in my head of the event from hazy suconscious memories. But that doesn't quite explain how I then discovered a birthmark on the back of my head that I had no idea that I had proior to that.

Having said this, I just want to add that there are no paranormal activities. It's just stuff we haven't figured out yet. 1000 years ago, magnetism and electricity was magc, and diseases were divine punishment. I wonder what people will say about the soul, or ghosts, or whatever else, in 1000 years from today.

#L

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Thanks Liar, for your input
That said, it's only paranormal because we cannot understand it. We don't have a direct science that can define what happens around events like these, and why, and probably it's like that because our minds would not be able to comprehend the brevity of such events. There are probably other dimensions, zones, and worlds beyond this one, but we haven't figured out how to directly reach them on this same plane that we exist on now.

I guess it sounds a little garbled...but that's what I make of it.

Oh lord, where do I start?
First off, unless you are a believer of the paranormal, you won't believe a word I'm saying. So theres a disclaimer, lol.

*I was 14, at my grandmas and I was on the phone. She has wooden beads hanging from her doorway, and I heard them rattle against eachother. I looked, and didn't see anyone, so figured it was the dog. A few minutes later, I heard a pop can crunch, like someone stepped on it. I looked again, and there was an empty pop can laying there, scruched, but no person. I started to put down the phone, and I heard the curtains squeaking open on the window in the dormer.. (the curtain rods were metal, ollldd metal, rusted, so were the hooks.) I glanced up, and from where I was sitting, I couldnt actually see the window, but I saw the swatch of sunlight on the wall get bigger, like someone was opening the curtains. I threw the phone and ran downstairs- grandma was standing in the kitchen, elbow deep in dishwater.

*Our house has a spirit in it. I've seen him numerous times. He's always in the same area of the house, and a few minutes after he's gone you can smell men's cologne.
We found out his name was Levi and he onced lived in a house on this plot of land. He was never a threatening prescence, but you could tell he was there.
One day, I was in the basement ironing clothes, and one of the lights dimmed, then came back on full force. I said, "Levi, stop it." They dimmed again, then came on, and it seemed a lot brighter than normal. "Levi... you're scaring me. Stop." I said. The light went completely out, then came on in a flash, and the entire lightbulb exploded.

*I was in the basement another day, on the excersize bike, and was just about to head back upstairs. Where the sunlight was coming through one of the windows, I saw a haze.. for whatever reason, I headed towards it, but stopped- the outline of a face formed in the light. I stepped back and went to turn around, and it rushed forward, passing through me. I bolted up the stairs, and left. I didn't feel anything, but it managed to scare the shit out of me.

*We played with an Ouija board. Nothing extra freaky happened- aside from the fact that we asked one of the people we contacted to give us a sign. There were about 9 or so of us up in a friends bedroom, and it was her birthday. There were balloons with ribbons attached all over the room that had floated to the ceiling. Once we asked, after a few seconds, every single one of those balloons started moving. They weaved to one side, then the other. No windows were open, no one was blowing at them- nothing. They were perfectly in sync.

Okay, last one for now, but I've got a thousand more..

*I was laying in bed one night, trying to fall asleep, but I couldn't- I felt funny.. like someone was watching me. So I snuggled down and pretended nothing was wrong. A few minutes later, I felt someone grab my face- like if you'd reach out and grab someones chin. My eyes flew open, and I still felt a hand on my chin- and my head jerked on the pillow, like they tossed my head to the side and let go.
About a week later, I was sitting here, at my computer desk, and my best friend was spending the night. She was in bed, and I was sitting here smoking, and out of no where she said, "Dude, knock it off." I had no idea what she was talking about. So after we fought for about 5 minutes, she said, "Shut the fuck up- you grabbed my foot, then threw it. Knock it off."
I proceeded to tell her about my face incident a week before, and she about freaked out. I had not grabbed her foot. In fact, my back and been to her.

ooo-eee-oooo. God I love shit like this. More more more!

~K

http://indianaghosts.homestead.com/files/marcia3b.wav

paste this link into your browser and turn the volume up. listen very carefully to the EVP (electronic voice phenomena) that sounds like a faint child's voice saying "something is bad here"...

the recording was made at a cemetary. there was no one speaking and no children were present.

I have tons of things I could add here, but really only feel comfortable about sharing one of them in such a diverse forum.

My father moved on 21 years ago September 30th - I was a sophomore in college. He and I had always, always been close. I was the "baby girl" and I thought my father was about as close to perfect as he could get.

About 6 months after he was gone, I was driving back to school after a weekend visit with my mom, and the stereo in my car just quit. I got really frustrated, had spent a lot of money on that stereo, and just when I was about to lose my patience completely, the stereo came back on, nothing but very loud static, and then, I heard my father's voice, very plainly, saying my name in a stern voice, as if to tell me to settle down, damn it! There's a nickname for me in my family that no one, absolutely no one but my parents uses (on pain of death - I hate it), and that's the name he had used.

Since then, I've heard from him over and over again, and seen him several times.

The most poignant was when my youngest child had just had heart surgery, and I was absolutely exhausted after the ordeal at the hospital. We had only been home a little more than a day, and I fell asleep without meaning to, just stretched out across my bed. I woke with a start, and was sort of confused as to where I was (having just spent weeks sleeping in the hospital), and then a rush of guilt slammed into me for falling asleep like I had.

When I rolled over to get off the bed, my father was there, standing at my bedside, and he said, "He's okay. Go back to sleep."

I know beyond a shadow of a doubt that my father is still with me all the time, and still taking care of me.

At (i think it's the) Whaley House here in San Diego, I went in with all the "true-believer" tourists. I wasn't expecting much as I have a suspicion that ghosts under constant surveillance tend to go away much like celebrities fleeing the paparazzi.

Anyway, while everyone around me was arguing over what such and such spot on their digital camera meant I noticed something odd in the master bedroom. The curtains were blowing in the wrong direction. I traced what sources of air flow were available and everything in the room and the curtains were blowing at about 135 degrees to the direction they should have been. I watched this for a while fascinated and then moved on. When I returned, the curtains were blowing in the proper direction again. Anyway, a bit funky.

Lucifer_Carroll said:

At (i think it's the) Whaley House here in San Diego, I went in with all the "true-believer" tourists. I wasn't expecting much as I have a suspicion that ghosts under constant surveillance tend to go away much like celebrities fleeing the paparazzi.

Anyway, while everyone around me was arguing over what such and such spot on their digital camera meant I noticed something odd in the master bedroom. The curtains were blowing in the wrong direction. I traced what sources of air flow were available and everything in the room and the curtains were blowing at about 135 degrees to the direction they should have been. I watched this for a while fascinated and then moved on. When I returned, the curtains were blowing in the proper direction again. Anyway, a bit funky.

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far from the first story I have heard about the Whaley House, but I have never been inside.

There is also a room at the Hotel Del that they have had...issues...with over the years. I've known people who worked there who have sworn they are true.

And there used to be stories about various places in the Gaslamp, but it has been so long that I don't remember specifics...

1948, Memphis, TN, I watched a man call the numbers on a pair of dice, while they were still rolling, twenty consecutive rolls. The dice were not his, he was not rolling them, and they were being bounced.

He did not watch the dice and was in fact looking the other way!

There were ten of us in the group and I knew all of them.

He shipped out the next day and I lost track of him.

I was three and I put a paperclip into a power outlet. I had a lot of juice going through me and I saw the lights in the room go from white to yellow to red. That's all I remember. I woke up hours later right there on the floor. By some accounts I might've died or should have, by others it was just a freak accident that left me unharmed.

Halloween mood bump

Unless someone else brings this subject up I usually don't talk about it, but I've been able to see spirits for as long as I can remember. This kind of thing has ran in my family for generations. As far as I know I am the only one in the family now who sees these things.

I don't see it as anything supernatural. It all seems perfectly natural to me.

The first thing I remember was when I was about three years old. My parents were looking at some old photographs and they asked me if I knew the man in one of the photos. I told them that I did. They said, "That's impossible. You can't know him." But I swore that I did. They finally asked how I knew him. I said, "That's the man who lives in our room. He talks to us at night." My brother, who is a year and a day younger, said the same thing.

The man in the picture was my grandfather who died while my mom was pregnant for me. I was to be his first grandchild and he was really looking forward to me.

I have hundreds of stories, but not enough time to tell any of them right now. I'll check back. Friday night is calling.

she_is_my_addiction said:

http://indianaghosts.homestead.com/files/marcia3b.wav

paste this link into your browser and turn the volume up. listen very carefully to the EVP (electronic voice phenomena) that sounds like a faint child's voice saying "something is bad here"...

the recording was made at a cemetary. there was no one speaking and no children were present.

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Hmm... let me try some filtering here but it seems that nothing coherent is going on here as you are suggesting. Time to experiment.

Xelebes said:

Hmm... let me try some filtering here but it seems that nothing coherent is going on here as you are suggesting. Time to experiment.

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And I am finding absolutely nothing. Just some resonance around 300 - 500 Hz that causes the effect to appear. Nothing concrete. I'll post an mp3 of my filterwork once I can get the most clear example of this resonance.

Xelebes said:

And I am finding absolutely nothing. Just some resonance around 300 - 500 Hz that causes the effect to appear. Nothing concrete. I'll post an mp3 of my filterwork once I can get the most clear example of this resonance.

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X...it came in pretty clear when I listened, but as with every EVP, some people hear nothing, while others hear something...they just aren't sure what exactly. The voice is very faint...and I'm not sure if the sound file had been filtered already or not.

Thanks for the input!

I do hear something that could be percieved as a child's voice, but upon further inspection there seems to be no enunciation, just a howling that could be caused by the wind resonating with the casing of the microphone (as diaphragm mics really fare poorly in any form of wind - that's there is usually spit guards to protect from such destructive elements.)

This wasn't anything that happened to me but to my father. He was a shrimper/fisherman before getting involved in the oil industry. In one instance I was involved. Since fishermen are full of superstition I found it quite unreasonable until I found the boats name and it's full history.

Being the captain of a shrimping vessel my Dad spent many days at sea. He worked for one owner until he entered the offshore oil industry. One boat he was asked to command for a few months was a boat the owner had won in a poker game.
The owner who had lost the boat committed suicide later that night and left a note. It basically said, "No one will ever make money with the ............" I'll leave the name out since I'm working on a short story about the boat. lol
On the first trip out, my father experienced a broken wench, that was brand new. No efforts to retrieve the nets were successful and the cables had to be cut with the catch loss. Back to dock with no money made.
The second trip, the crew was asleep in the bunkroom. My father was at the wheel. It was late at night. He never told me the time, but I assume early morning hours since they work around the clock. As my father got up from the wheelhouse chair, he put the boat on auto pilot. Nets were being dragged in a pattern for the shrimp. As he turned to check the back deck someone knocked him on his ass. Running into the bunkhouse to see if one of the crew had a quarrel he found them both snoring. Someone or something had punched him and he never saw a soul.
The next trip I was along. On that trip the radar went out in a storm and the boat ran aground. Being about 12 years old at the time, I was thrown in a life jacket and shoved into a lifeboat. My father expected to lose the boat. The deck at the wheel had been fighting weather and we were suppose to be off deep water Alabama. Someone, we ended up running aground in shallow water off Dauphin Island. The boat was saved, the catch was lost and the repairs took months.
Other trips took place after that, but none were profitable for the owner. He decided to sell to the boat to a company in Venezuela. The boat was manned by a foreign crew on it's was down south.
It never made it. One crew member survived to tell the story. Everything was fine and sunny. They were making good headway. Then without explanation the boat caught on fire and burned rapidly until it sunk. The rest of the crew were unable to evacuate. All were asleep except for the Captain at the wheel. The survivor was sleeping next to a fire extinguisher and was able to clear a path to get overboard. The lifeboat had a beacon that rescuers were able to find.
Paranormal? I don't know. But that guy didn't want anyone to make money and he sure seemed to make sure they didn't after he killed himself.

http://www.strangemag.com/

found this link.....should have some good stuff within.

This is the thread I was looking for!

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I'd been married long time ago
If it hadn't been for old Cotten-eyed Joe

I'd been married long time ago
If it hadn't been for old Cotten-eyed Joe

Where does he come from?
Where does he go?
Where does he come from?
Old Cotten-eyed Joe

Where does he come from?
Where does he go?
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Old Cotten-eyed Joe

What did I say?
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Say it again!
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What did I step in?
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One more time!
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Now you plays it fast and plays it slow
Everybody dues Cotten-eyed Joe
Now you plays it fast and plays it slow
Everybody dues Cotten-eyed Joe

Where does he come from?
Where does he go?
Where does he come from?
Old Cotten-eyed Joe

What did I say?
Bullshit!
Say it again!
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What did I step in?
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One more time!
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Little bit louder!
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