Paranormal Activity

[Recidiva]

Frozen North, that sounds exactly like some of my serendipitous activities.

Luna, I've trained myself not to be freaked. But again, this is more normal to me than normal ever was. Not sure I could manage normal. Would feel like half myself was missing.

 

[frozen_north]

Frozen North, that sounds exactly like some of my serendipitous activities.

Well, it certainly shocked me back to reality. That was twenty years ago and I'm still wondering about it all.

 

[Recidiva]

Well, it certainly shocked me back to reality. That was twenty years ago and I'm still wondering about it all.

Yes, spending enough time with the inexplicable keeps you wondering. At least you get there's a pattern, even if you can't quite...see it. It sees you.

 

[frozen_north]

Yes, spending enough time with the inexplicable keeps you wondering. At least you get there's a pattern, even if you can't quite...see it. It sees you.

As long as it doesn't see me in the shower.

 

[Recidiva]

As long as it doesn't see me in the shower.

Bathtime is when I see best. But I'm a Pisces

 

[she_is_my_addiction]

Is it true what I've heard? That spirits are attracted to the ESP-type vibe? Can someone clue me in? Might help me understand why I'm so surrounded by them.

 

[she_is_my_addiction]

More accurately, WHY are they always around me?

 

[ABSTRUSE]

You give off good vibrations.

 

[FallingToFly]

You might be open enough to act as a battery for them, SIMA. (and that is a very long explanation that basicaly means- if you don't shield, they can use you like the energizer Bunny.)

Want to have some fun? Google this:

Sunnyland Tallahassee Florida

Go ahead. That is the only place I have ever been that is completely taboo for me... it reeks of "bad" so strongly that I will have a panic attack driving past it. I've had to go pull dumb-ass friends out of it twice because they couldn't get out themselves, and went in once, as a very young teenager, of my own volition. I don't remember what happened, but I'm told I had some sort of complete psychotic break/hysteria attack/seizure and had to be carried out.

Now Old City Cemetery, in the same city, is a much more friendly and beautiful place to spend an evening.

 

[she_is_my_addiction]

You might be open enough to act as a battery for them, SIMA. (and that is a very long explanation that basicaly means- if you don't shield, they can use you like the energizer Bunny.)

Want to have some fun? Google this:

Sunnyland Tallahassee Florida

Go ahead. That is the only place I have ever been that is completely taboo for me... it reeks of "bad" so strongly that I will have a panic attack driving past it. I've had to go pull dumb-ass friends out of it twice because they couldn't get out themselves, and went in once, as a very young teenager, of my own volition. I don't remember what happened, but I'm told I had some sort of complete psychotic break/hysteria attack/seizure and had to be carried out.

Now Old City Cemetery, in the same city, is a much more friendly and beautiful place to spend an evening.

No. I don't want to Google that. I don't have to Google it to feel what you feel. I know what it means to be a battery for them, but what I want to know is why. And only...like peripheral vision. When I don't mean to see it, I do. When I don't mean to hear it, I do. But when I try, I don't see it and I don't hear it. When they know I'm looking, they disappear back into the shadows. Like when you can see planets or certain constellations in the sky. They don't appear very bright when you look directly at them, but when you kind of look off to the side you can see it so clearly. So why me? Ever since I moved here, more than 80% of the pictures we've taken, or more accurately that I've taken, holding the camera in my hands, orbs show up. I've seen them in my room, seen lights flicker, watched things fall that shouldn't, and listened to white noise--with staggering success. What is it about me? And why do they show themselves the way they do...when I'm not trying to see?

 

[she_is_my_addiction]

You give off good vibrations.

 

[ABSTRUSE]

No. I don't want to Google that. I don't have to Google it to feel what you feel. I know what it means to be a battery for them, but what I want to know is why. And only...like peripheral vision. When I don't mean to see it, I do. When I don't mean to hear it, I do. But when I try, I don't see it and I don't hear it. When they know I'm looking, they disappear back into the shadows. Like when you can see planets or certain constellations in the sky. They don't appear very bright when you look directly at them, but when you kind of look off to the side you can see it so clearly. So why me? Ever since I moved here, more than 80% of the pictures we've taken, or more accurately that I've taken, holding the camera in my hands, orbs show up. I've seen them in my room, seen lights flicker, watched things fall that shouldn't, and listened to white noise--with staggering success. What is it about me? And why do they show themselves the way they do...when I'm not trying to see?

They are trying to contact you in their own way. You are open to them. I personally wouldn't persue anything without forming a circle of protection first, then see what they want, they might just need a way home.

 

[she_is_my_addiction]

They are trying to contact you in their own way. You are open to them. I personally wouldn't persue anything without forming a circle of protection first, then see what they want, they might just need a way home.

I don't know how to do that.

 

[ABSTRUSE]

I don't know how to do that.

Ask a witch.

There are several here.

 

[FallingToFly]

SIMA I have to run to work, but I'll be back shortly and I'll shoot you a PM.

And as off a month ago, they started tearing down Sunnyland. According to the contractor- the building isn't cooperating- they can't get through the walls. Go figure.

 

[Recidiva]

No. I don't want to Google that. I don't have to Google it to feel what you feel. I know what it means to be a battery for them, but what I want to know is why. And only...like peripheral vision. When I don't mean to see it, I do. When I don't mean to hear it, I do. But when I try, I don't see it and I don't hear it. When they know I'm looking, they disappear back into the shadows. Like when you can see planets or certain constellations in the sky. They don't appear very bright when you look directly at them, but when you kind of look off to the side you can see it so clearly. So why me? Ever since I moved here, more than 80% of the pictures we've taken, or more accurately that I've taken, holding the camera in my hands, orbs show up. I've seen them in my room, seen lights flicker, watched things fall that shouldn't, and listened to white noise--with staggering success. What is it about me? And why do they show themselves the way they do...when I'm not trying to see?

Hi SIMA!

I think the movies have made every ghost story seem like there's always a why. Sometimes it's just there. You might not know, you might not be a target at all.

Usually when something like this happens to me, I treat it as a normal event with normal humans.

If humans are walking down the street and I can see them, I don't assume they're there with a message for me. They're doing their own thing.

If they're trying to make any contact, just be open to it. Very likely you don't have to DO anything. And most of the people who say they can or will, might make changes to any message or intent that might have been for you in the first place.

Just be okay with not knowing and letting it be the way it is, until or unless it escalates or the message changes in a way you can understand better.

 

[Aurora Black]

Oh my God...

I love you all! This is my first time reading this thread, and my stomach's clenching from your stories and because you guys just gave me the missing piece of the puzzle for my NaNo project! Thank you, thank you, thank you!

 

[glynndah]

I have two incidents to add.

The first one happened at my uncle's house when I was around 12 or so. It was an old farm house built before the Civil War. It was in northern Missouri and I don't think there were ever any slaves actually on the place. However, there were two small houses, shacks really, that were referred to as the "slave houses."

I spent many summer nights sleeping with my cousins in the upstairs of the house. There was one big room with four or five beds where all the girls (6) slept. There were no curtains at the windows and the moon shone through the glass. I was a night owl and I swear I was not asleep, although all the other girls were.

A bit of dust, floating in the light of moon beams, began to grow. Soon the shape of a woman in a grey long dress formed in the light. She was translucent and glided, rather than walked, to the window and looked down below. I heard her sigh and I must have made some small sound because she turned around and looked right at me. She took a step or two towards me and leaned down and said in a low murmur, "Don't worry. It's not your time, yet".

I opened my mouth to say something and she just faded away. I stayed awake, with my eyes barely open, hoping she'd come back, but I never saw her again. I was never scared, but full of wonder. The next morning I asked the rest of the girls if they'd seen or heard anything but no one had. When I told the grown-ups, they said it must have been a dream. but they did exchange those looks people get.

The second thing happened when I was a teenager. I used to collect Mercury dimes. Not a real collection, but whenever I'd get one in my change, I'd put it in a jar on my dresser and not spend it.

One afternoon I was reading on my bed. There was a picture of an angel leading two children over a bridge on the wall above my bed. The picture was not framed but had been the cover of a box. There was no ledge or flat surface on the picture, all the edges sloped out at about a 45 degree angle from the wall towards the picture. There was no way anything could stay on the picture without rolling or sliding off.

I turned the page of my book and looked up to see something coming down from the top of the picture. I looked on my bed, thinking it was a spider or other bug. On the bed right under the angel picture was a Mercury dime.

I looked in my jar and counted the coins. I had the right amount still in there. I tried to stick the dime back on the picture, thinking that maybe my mother had stuck it up there for me to find. I couldn't get the dime to stay there. It kept falling off.

I

 

[Aurora Black]

Boo!

When my father was a teenager in rural MS, he used to walk through the woods in the dead of night to return to the farm after work. It was said that the ghosts of lynched Black men haunted those woods, and one night Dad was on his way home when he ran into something solid and was knocked down. It was pitch black, so he couldn't see anything. He got up and felt around the space in front of him, but there was nothing there. No man (the thing he ran into was warm), and it certainly wasn't a tree. Oooh!

 

[Trinique_Fire]

Hide and Seek

Don't misunderstand, I have a gift for psychology (sorry - tooting my horn), but I'm not quite understanding all of this movie....don't give away the ending though. I'm only on movie chapter 29.

ETA: I placed it here because of the underlying creepy factor in the flick.

 

[cumallday]

Deja Vu

Every now and then I experience the most intense deja vu. There's no confusion about where I've seen or felt the experience before though - it was in a dream. The only problem is it's always the most banal sequence of events that triggers it. Stool, floor, window, Hendrix playing on my computer - then it's over; finished as soon as it began. What the hell is the point of having premonitions about nothing? I feel like I'm Meg from that episode of Family Guy where every member of the family gained cool powers like super strength and control of fire and I gain the ability to grow my finger nails long, hoo - fucking - ray!

 

[scheherazade_79]

... I see dead people

 

[672]

~looks over at FtF~

I blame you. No stories needed. That is all. She knows what I mean. And so does Mister Light Switch and Stormy. ~hmph~

~meanders~

 

[FallingToFly]

~looks over at FtF~

I blame you. No stories needed. That is all. She knows what I mean. And so does Mister Light Switch and Stormy. ~hmph~

~meanders~

*hugs and nuzles*

I know.. but hey, at least it gives you something to tell your grandkids, right?

 

[Skip1934a]

paranormal, abnormal, supernatural? Are they all under the same umbrella?

If so, I can tell you of the one and only time I experienced anything of this nature. I was in Vietnam, aboard a helicopter, sitting in the co-pilot's seat. There were seven passengers besides myself, and the pilot. He set the helicopter down and just as he had the skids on the ground he took a bullet through the head and slumped over, dead. My hands went to the co-pilot controls, not my doing, as I knew zilch about flying the machine. I could feel pressure on both hands causing them to move the controls. The helicopter took off and returned to safe territory and landed hard, but no physical damage to the aircraft. The damage was in the engine. It had redlined for an excessive period of time, and it shut down and would not restart (when a real pilot attempted). Who flew it using my hands? The dead pilot? An angel? God? A spirit of some kind? Nothing was visable. Nothing I could see. But I certainly felt it.