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I know I posed this question in one of the question threads, but I think it worthy of it's own thread. Time will tell.

Have you ever truly believed you have had a brush with the supernatural/preternatural?


Ten years ago I was working as a night clerk person at a gas station. I went outside to smoke a cigarette about 3 in the morning and deal with the garbage cans.

I got this feeling of absolute dread, and I couldn't move for a moment; then I heard a drum. "Death plays a drum" was the thought that rang over and over in my head. When I could move, I ran back into the store, locked up, turned off all the lights and hid under the desk in the office until my boss got there at around 6am.

Great idea for a new thread Requiem, your story sounds as spooky as an encounter I had once in a London hospital

Once, when I lived in London I took ill and was admitted to hospital in Hammersmith. During my stay there an old lady who was in the opposite bed to me passed away and the nurses came and took her corpse away. Later that evening I awoke to find her standing at the bottom of her bed, in a long white gown but she was beheaded. I guess I panicked at this time and rushed out of bed and ran down trying to get out of the ward to the nurses office to tell them. The feeling was so eerie and I felt I was in dire danger. When I got to the end of ward I was terrified because I had ran into some kind of invisible wall that I could not penetrate. I remember feeling so trapped and frightened, so I screamed and the nurses came out. As soon as they appeared the "wall" fell and everything returned to normal.

This is one of my spooky experiences..it was frightening indeed.

For a year after my grandmother passed away, the door to my bedroom used to swing open, if I didn't close it all the way, at exactly the same time every night. Allegedly, that was right about the time of death for her. I didn't find this out for a long time.

Christ I've had so many experiences, I'll post the best ones in seperate posts. My life is one big supernatural freakshow. Prepare to enter my world, just say if you want more.

The first of my stories takes place in my Grandma's haunted cottage on Mt Grand. One night my two cousins Laura, Skye, and myself decided to stay the night there. I slept on the floor by the fire, Skye next to me on a couch, and Laura by my feet.
The fire was lit that night, remember.
I woke up late in the night to a strange feeling near my head, as if a person was standing there by the fire getting warm. It was a definate feeling of presence, like how you know someone is standing next to you, you feel them there. I shuffled away slightly.

The next morning, we woke up, and my cousin Skye said, 'wow you guys, last night it felt like someone was standing next to the fire' Laura agreed too.

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A couple of weeks later, intrigued by this experience, we slept there again, in the same positions, this time with the fire out. We fell asleep as nothing seemed to be happening.
Some hours later, I woke up, my eyes just open enough to see a transluscent man walking across the room towards the fire. He was dressed in a brimmed hat like my dad wears, a checked swandri shirt with suspenders and tatty jeans and boots.
In the morning, I asked my Grandma about the man who used to live there.
They nick named him 'Old Dunc', they knew he still lived there cause the light turned on and off occasioanlly. I described the man to my grandma, she said that's what we woulfd have looked like.

NEXT STORY.

This one takes place in a different cottage, a stone one in a tiny town called Middlemarch.
I must have been about 7 years old, and my half sister was just a baby. I was sleeping on a bed in the cornewr of the room, my sister in her baby thing on a chair near my feet.
Quite awake in the middle of the night (i could never sleep there) I saw a swirly colourful mist rise from the corner of the room, it resembled spinning cogs, mostly pink and green.
The mist floated over to me, I hid under my blankets with just an eye showing so I could look at it. It leaned over and looked at me.
"Go away" I whispered to it.
So, it wafted over to my little sister. I sat up and hssed "leave her alone!", so then it came back to me.
"Go back where you came from" I said to it.
The swirly mist floated back over to the wall and sucked itself back into its corner.

Most odd.

OK. So I won a radio competition to stay the night in a haunted house, oOoOoOh. Actually it was a haunted backpackers called Stafford Gables lol.
Anywho, we were a group of 13 and had a Medium come in. He got us to do this crazy meditationy thing, where we were meant to try and communicate with spirits in the room. We had to visualise walking down a forest path into a clearning, and see if anyone walked out of the trees, and if they did, ask them questions.

I saw a young woman walk out. I asked...
"What's your name?" and got J. Jenny? Jo?
"How did you die?"
"...sick"
"Do you know you're dead?"
"Yes"

then we opened our eyes. the group was asked what we saw. Most people saw nothing, but about 5 or 6 of us said they saw...
A woman named Joanne, Joanna or something starting with J, who died of an illness, possibly tuberculosis, and knew she was dead.

We then found out the place we were in used to be a tuberculosis hospital before it was curable.

Those are my best stories. I could continue with all the weird psychic shit ive done/can do , but you're probably not interested. So yeah, thanks for reading, (if you did :p )

does ghost story count?

anyways, yeah...my friend and I went down to the beach one night and we went swimming, her and I..
and Bang! we saw something,floating, ack! it wasn't something it looked like a white sheet and woooppps! foggy around it...that spoiled the date!
tsk tsk..damn ghosts!

I have a fair few ghost stories.
Ones about when my Granddad died, and when my uncle went missing at sea...

The day that my Granddad died, my uncles fan belt on his car snapped... This may not seem spooooky, but it was a brand new fan belt, and if it hadn't of snapped he would've been at the hospital when my granddad died.
At my Nana's house, on the morning my granddad died, there was a single red rose blooming in the garden, with a ray of light shinning on it.
By the end of the day the rose was wilted and dead.
Both my Nana's canaries died on the same day, both lay side by side in the bottom of the cage.
After the funeral, my dad left a glass of run for my granddad at one seat at the table at home. For weeks after that there was a stench of death in that seat.
We had to get a Maori spiritual persony thing to bless our house because of all the crazy shit that was going on.
At the end of it, the Maori person (who was a family friend) is sposed to break a glass to sybolize something (can't remember what *shrugs*), so we had a cheap and nasty glass prepared.
The Maori person was not a weak person, she was quite tough, and it took her at least 5 solid whacks with a hammer to break the glass, and it didnt shatter, it broke into large chunks.
The night after our house was blessed, my mum woke up in the middle of the night to find a light covering half of her body... I guess it was Granddads way of saying goodbye (Funny tho, it was my dads dad, not my mums dad).

When my uncle went missing at sea, my cousin and aunty stayed around for one night.
They said they'll never stay at our house again, and will give no explination.
My CD Player suddenly stopped working, this was the day he went missing also.
A couple of days after he went missing my other aunties cellphone started ringing, with my uncles name displayed (he had his cellphone with him when he went missing), and when she answered it, her phone died and has never worked since...

That's all I can think of at the moment.

And I haven't even got started that my house was located on a spiritual crossover point...

Another from me.

When I was 5, I had a dream that a woman named Leola's head exploded and a man named Vane cried himslef to death. I woke screaming and ran to my father and told him. I scared the crap out of him, apparently.

He had a sister named Leola who was married to a man named Vane. My poppy hadn't spoken to her for a few years (some argument) but he called their house. She had suffered a fatal brain aneurism during the night, and within 6 months her husband died.

I have an after-life connection with my pets. I lived on a large ranch, and raised horses, so I have more of a connection with animals than I do with people. I will share the most recent experience.

Last year, after a long bout of liver cancer, chemo, and onset diabetes, I made the decision to lay my rottweiler to rest. I felt guilty for days, I couldn't sleep, and the grief was strickening.

Finally, I fell asleep for what seemed like hours, but in reality was only 20 minutes. She came to me, and communicated to me that my decision was best, and that she is always with me in spirit. When I awoke, the pain in my heart was gone.

i love this..
I went on a walk through one of my usual spots..I ventured further then I usually do.I came upon a a narrow path.and I took it..Futher down this path,It became quite cold( mid summer)..It slightly misted over.Something spoke to me,saying,"WALK TALL SHADOW WALKER.)


I had a tv that would turn on and off by itself,,the dvd player would eject and close then restart the movie...that was kewl..

There is an old graveyard seconds from my house, A few friends and myself went out one night..we all sat out in the yard on the side of the old church.(wich is borded up) with no tresspassing signs..For there was a murnder there..Anyway we sat there,We began to hear noises from inside the church.We all looked up into the upstairs window ( not borded up) and saw a shadow or somthing like one pass bye the window..That was realy kewl..

Adding to the fact I'm a bit of a psychic vampire, turns out I've a line of psychics in my family. (Go figure, heh.)

I've channeled the mother of a good friend of mine approxmately 3 days after she died. I had never met the woman face to face, but chatted a bit waiting for the friend to pick up the phone in another room.

She wanted me to tell him she was fine, it wasn't painful, and that she was fine. She'd make it to his graduation because she had promised. She did it by inhabiting me and taking pictures I gave to him later when I 'came to.'

Each time I delivered messages, I'd have to take an hour or so nap to replenish unless I had a bit of blood.

Yes, I have. I was slapped by something in an old church-school. Back in the day this old church was built in a town called "Old Bowling". Now its just a dirt road with a few ppl here and there, but when i was much younger I went with my cousin and his friends in the church. I was the 'tag along' to keep the teenagers in line! lol, anyway. The building is always open to the public, even at night, if you dare go in. Of coarse you always hear "ghost stories" of old buildings but this time I seen it for myself, and felt it across my face! We went into the old church-school, the building is two storys cause back when it was opperational the school teacher was usually the preachers wife, so they lived upstairs. We went in and banged on the old piano, and across the border of the wall there was the alphebet, you can still see the small chalk outlines of the original lettering. The pews turned into desks, simply by dropping the back of the pew in front of you. It was alittle chilly, but we dismissed it as the autum texas air and went along our business. We decided to go upstairs, to see what it would look like in the dark. We all krept up the stairs and to the small upstairs room. My cousins g/f told me to stand next to the wall, the next thing I knew, I felt a slap across my face. I ran out of the church-school and sat in my cousins car, the teenagers followed quickly. We went home and Checked, the handprint was bigger than mine, but smaller than anyone elses that was there. Since then, everytime I go to Texas to visit my Aunt, I stop and make sure I walk around in the old building, i just don't go upstairs anymore!

I'm so glad we have this post.. boy do I ever have stories. Being able to channel and communicate with spirits it'a constant flow of dealing with tormented souls and recieving distorted messages from them. Being psychic and empathic doesn't help either I'm constantly being bombarded with emotions and other peoples voices. There was this one time though that I was talking to this girl at my old highschool and I didn't know her terribly well but we were speaking of supernatural things and I picked up this image of someone around her. I said " who is this women in a long night gown who is sort of hunched over" Her jaw literally dropped. I said she was very ill and looked very fragile. She began to cry and said that her aunt had just died and she was partially crippled. Her aunt relayed a message of peace to me to be passed on to her. This has happened numerous times actually. I just feel good knowing I can be a communicator for someone to ease their weary souls.

When I was coming into the horrible time of teenage hood, I had a few children wake me from my sleep. The incidents were a few months apart, 2 boys and a girl. The girl was the last and the clearest and scared me so badly that I slept with a night light for a year.

Then I had a few months of terror with night shadows and so on. Enough to make me afriad of them anyways.

mine is at school the basement floor is haunted by soo many enties... last year i used to go to the guys dressing room under the stage also in the basement and i always made sure every door was loocked but when i was down there trying to sleep you always her foot steps walking down the hall and stop at the guys dressing room.. then the room got cold. but after playing the quiji board down there we woke up something that we shouldnt so not many of us go down there now cuz there is a spirt with alot of anger tword us but never hurts anyone due to the fact the good spirts out number him and the spirt of this little girl is always playing games soo its kinda fun ... yet spooky at the same time...

well my mother hates it when I play with candles.....apparently i occationally zone out and lift the flame off the wick....never seen it myself as I tend to black out before...but a few ppl have told me not to do it in front of them.....freaks them out..hehe

Know the phrase I see dead people?
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It's not me.. heeh just teasing.. oki my stories?

My parents have a ghost.. male, early thirties. He quiet and leaves us alone most of teh time, but he's a very curious soul. Opens and closes the fridge, used to watch over my partners shoulder why he taped away at the computer etc.

I have 2 strong memories of him.

1st - I came home late one night, and was sneaking into the house, so opened the door silently. He was walking from the kitchen, through the dinning room and right for me. He vanished in an instant as he didn't realise I was there... I screamed, as I was teh first and last to see him.

2nd - yeee hours of the morning, whole family sound asleep... at almost the same time we are all shaken awake violently...... we hear then some noises down stairs... dad grabs the gun and runs down stairs naked (yes we all sleep nude) to discover a burgular trying to break into the house... burgular ran off and dad pointed the gun and we all sat about discussing what happened... our little friendly resident ghost had shaken us all from our bed to warn us of danger.... love his work!

Now, I regularly go over to people's house and see thier ghosts or feel the presence, but my mother has that talent more so than me.

Now that was my teaser to my next post...

Was at university. There is a large square there with grass in the middle, ringed by stone benches.

After my classes one day, I was waiting for my friend Bruce to finish his classes. I ws talking to this sweet old lady, talking for about 20 minutes or so. Nothing dramatic in the conversation, just talking about family, hopes, classes, life in general. I was pretty shocked that she came up and sat down beside me ... at this time i had purple hair, was fond of wearing loads of black and had my trusty combat boots, lots of ear piercings, nose was pierced, etc. i enjoyed talking with her immensely. At any rate, Bruce came up, asked me who i was talking to. I turned to introduce him to her (her name was claire), and when I turned back, she was gone. The place she had been sitting was very cold, and the stone bench was just a little damp.

:) I'd like to talk to Claire again someday.

Sorry not sure why that posted twice...

Cancer if you would be so kind as to kill one of those I would appreciate it. My apologies.

oki.. Morey story of the super natural.

Most of you know I am italian. I grew up mostly in Milan, and go home on a regular basis.

When I was 19, I went back to live for nearly 2 years while I was working etc.

I spent most night clubbing, late nite bars and cafe's... talking politics, debating history and sprouting poetry as it was the thing to do..... One nite, same as all the rest, I lite up a cigarete and wandered home, through the old part of the city, as a place I used to haunt was in an alley.

I approached a street corner, Via Cerva if any one knows milan, and was waiting at the piazza for a taxi to come by.

I felt something near me, as I turned there was a very tall man right behind me. He was so close I had to look up to see his face. I am tall at 189cm, he would have been close to 200cm.

I was startled and took a step back, and he grabed my arm (in hindsight to stop me stubbling off the curve onto the street). It took my breath away, his hand was not only very hard and strong, but very cold too.

Now I know you say.. bleh stories etc, but this is my experience, and time hasn't changed it.

The feeling I got was I was in trouble. It was a warm night, I was only dressed in a little summer dress. There was not a soul around, it was past 4am. And this man was cold in a coat.

I looked at this hand, and up at him, and as my mouth opened to scream, he other hand covered my mouth and nose so quickly I had barely taken the breath to scream.

He face came close to mine and he spoke, saying in an Milanese dialect, Don't bother struggling, you will only hurt yourself.

And yes.. struggle I did for a few moments, he didn't move a muscle, and I thought being my size I am strong. Suddenly a light came out of one of the Via's, as a taxi came flying around into the piazza, I threw my arm out and before it stoped I was standing alone.

I must have stood there for a minute, becasue the taxi driver got out and asked me if i was going to get in or not.

This story continuse long, so I'll give the moral....

The taxi driver said when he saw me put my arm out I was alone on the corner.

i've been able to foresee things that are going to happen in the next week and get it right.

i foresaw the twin towers being attacked. i didn't foresee them falling or planes crashing into them... just it being attacked... weird dream. but hey lol

A friend of mine, an artist, has an uncanny way of making things as they ought to be made.

You might think, "Well, duh, why make them WRONG?" But, I mean, oh hell, an example:

He decided he wanted to try an make a Ouija board. Most of the time I have seen people using them, the hokum was thick enough to spread on a cracker. Pure bunk.

He made one. He used a flat chunk of quartz for the, what do you call it?, the center piece that moves and selects letters, numbers, etc.

Anyhow. The damned thing looked eerie. It wasn't like any Ouija board I have ever seen ... Just ... distinctly HIS if that makes any sense.

He decided to "play", to use it, and he and dave were the ones sitting at the table with their fingers on the quartz. It started moving and it spelled out my nickname, like 4 times. I was thinking, "great, their playing lets freak out the blonde," and then my friend started asking questions, like "who are you, what do you want?"

It spelled out "Duane" and then went to "Goodbye" again 4 times.

I had a friend named Duane who was killed the month before in a motorcycle accident . Neither Howard nor David knew Duane, and I hadn't mentioned him to either of them either. (I tend to keep the parts of my life fairly compartmentalized, never the twain shall meet, etc.)

I was so pissed about him getting killed, because I would never be able to see his wonderful grin again, but mostly because i hadn't had the chance to tell him goodbye.

Emmy shivers, as if someone has walked over her grave as she reads through all the experiences that people here have had. Some pretty stuff here!

Yes emmy amazing isn't it? Thanks for bringing this thread back

Welcome.. there is so many stories of the supernatural in Ireland. Many of them with the Banshee wailing I could fill a story book with them heh. What I love about ghost/supernatural stories is the scary feeling you get and there is nothing better than sitting down in a group and scaring the excreta outa of each other heh!

I have encounters on that level all the time.I've seen a few ghosts of relatives right before i've gotten the news that they've died.I've had premonitoins and actually saved someone from injury with it,i can see auras,some guardian angels if they choose to show me,and just now playing around with the reading of thoughts and implanting them.Yeah i'm a freak i know but oh well what can ya do*shrugs*

I've seen some ghosts when I was little. The first (and clearest) was the ghost of my friend's dog. Her uncle had "taken him" the year before, but now we know that wasn't true. That was when I was seven, and it was the middle of summer. It kind of bolted out of the woods and looked like it would've ripped out my throat if my mom hadn't came out of the house.

Even before that, there was this just really weird thing. Like my parents had locked the door of a room when the paint was drying, and they needed to get something out of it. So, they had forgotten the key, and had everyone there try to open it. Then I was just like, "let me try! I wanna try!" so they let me, and I just opened the door. When they checked on the lock, it was still in place. Creepy, huh.

I can also sometimes predict things, but only a few minutes before they happen. I guess that's it.

well i pretty positive i was well possessd in a mater of speaking,

if u havent read my profile im from SD and there is a canyon that runs next to the town and it is a hot bed of supernatral acurances many people have lost thier lives thier espacially during the 1800s.
I and my friends drive through the canyon often and on night i started speaking in Lakota i dont remember anything but my friends did when the translated what is said it came out as beware of crows and i now crows arent a good sign in the first place but now im extra wary

For the brief time that I was living in Tennessee, I had a couple things happen that could jus not be explained. The first isn't really big, but noticable and the second and third...well...let's jus say I have my guardian angels.

#1: My bedroom was haunted...I really think it was. I always went to sleep with a cd playin' on repeat. So there were a couple mornings that the whole thing would be switched off (and yes, it HAD to be physically switched over for that function). When I asked my mom or sister about it...no one (alive) had been in my room the night before. Another instance was when I was watching tv in my room, eating a bowl of cereal. I knew I was goin' to want another bowl, so I had set the box next to my feet. After I finished with my first bowl and reached for the box, it had been moved to a dresser by the door....freaky, huh?

Okay, #2: I was really poor at roughly the same point in my life, so I would've had to go up to a pay phone if I wanted to make a call. Keep in mind, my grandfather had died about a year and a half prior. So, back on track, I was talking to a friend of mine and it had been really cold that night, so I thought nothing of it when the back of my neck hairs stood up. Shortly, I mean no more than 5 seconds of making my way back to the house, my mom's car came reving up to where I was standing. I was like wtf at first but then my mom explained her side of the story. She was putting a glass into the kitchen sink of her friend's place and saw me at the phone. She could of sworn on her life there was an old gentlemen's shadow standing right behind me. At that point, she had grabbed her boyfriend and the car keys and then drove up to meet me. Till this day, I believe that my grandfather was/is watching over me.

#3: Not as chilling, but still interesting nonetheless. My better half and I were asleep and she told me about it the next morning. She had awaken for some odd reason and she said she saw a short woman standing over me. Apparently, my great grandmother has been watching over me as well. Since then, she's told me whenever my angels were around, checkin' up on me :)

When I was 16 my grandfather died. Not long after his passing I was sleeping and he came to me in my dream. He didn't say anything, but smiled to let me know all was well and that he was happy where he was. I woke up feeling very peaceful.

When I was young, quite regularly, as I dropped off to sleep, my bed would shake violently and I couldn't move. It scared me witless. NowI'm an adult, It happens less frequently.

Funny, I'm told it is perfectly normal, but even as an adult it scares me.

when i was 6 years old i went to my grandmothers house for a vist, a couple of hours after being there i heard someone call my name, the voice was coming from the hallway, got there looked upstairs and there was my great grandmother on top of the stairs wearing her long white nightgown with her hair streaming down her back lookinhg at me and smiling. The thing was she died when i was 3 years old.

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Whe I was 10 my cousin and I were playing ay her maternal grandmothers house (Grandmother Bobby). It was Christmas time, I remember that because the Hershey kissed were wrapped red, green, and silver. Anyway, we went up to the attic to get some board games. Clue, Life, etc. Their attic was actually used, not the scarey kind. On the was up, Grandmother Bobby asked us where we were going, we told her, she told us to play nice, we said ok, and went on with it. We got the board games and went down stairs and saw that Grandmother Bobby had changed clothes. We asked her why she had changed clothes, she said she hadn't, that she just got back in from getting in fire wood. We told her what had happened, and she poo-poo'd it off, said that was just HER mom watching over us like she asked her to while she was out, cause we had a tendency to argue a lot. She looked sooo real that even to this day, looking back, I realize I never was scared.

When I was stationed in Germany, I was on a date one nite, and just got this feeling that I had to call my brother immediately. I finished out the nite with the guy I was seeing, the went and called home. My brother had been in a bad wreck and the car was totaled, but he only suffered bumps and bruises. It seems that (considering the time difference) that his wreck happened about the time I "needed" to call home.
My brother and I have always been close and have always been able to communicate like this, but when it happens with thousands of miles in between, I can only be grateful for it.

Oh yeah, my Dad was caller ID before caller ID ever came out. Daddy ALWAYS knew who was on the phone before he picked it up. He said he knew who it was by the ring....said it sounded different. Okey dokey then. My Dad is 3/4 Cherokee and 1/4 Irish. That probably explains it.

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Many new people here, and I crave more responses. *grin*

*wipes tears from eyes* that always happens to me when i get freaked out, i am not gonig to be able to sleep after reading these posts.. i'm sceptical, never .. (damn shivers running down my spine as i speak, as can hardly see the keyboard for the tears) seen a ghost or anything... i am very pallid like one know though... Emaerala's .. story has gave me grey hair..... *looks around.. oh dear i feel like i'm being watched now* (never been this scarred before)

well, recently i havent had any encounters.... but my grandmother told me a story about when i was 4, (of which i cant remember)....

She had taken me to see my grandfathers grave (for my first time), and after parking i jumped out of the car, and ran into the cemetery. Obviously, my Nanna wasn't too impressed and ran after me, calling my name. She managed to notice me run into the armed services area (of which my gandad was apart)... When she finally was able to catch up to me, i was sitting at my grandad's grave. Her initial reaction was i was talking to myself, and she wasn't too happy since i ran off.... But, what really frightened her, was that i had found grandad's grave.. given that i had never been before andwhen she approached me, i had a huge smile on my face, and i said to her that Grandad misses you, and he says to tell you that he loves you...

In fact my mother has many a tale when she's woken in the middle of the night to find me wide awake chatting to "grandad"....

And one which really upset her, was when i told her one morning that i had spoken to an old friend of hers named Ian, and that he wanted her to know that he watches over her, and that one day they will be together again.... wasn't until she had calmed down, that she told me that Ian was her soulmate, and he had died in a motorbike accident 2 weeks before they were meant to marry...

Nowadays, i find that my experiences are less frequent, and i just have gut feelings, when i know someone is 'there'....

hehe many many ear req
when I first moved to edmonton I lived across the street from a cemetary and every time I walked past I was suer there was lots off people milling about...maybe a funeral or something....till I looked directly in...and nothing....empty lot

I cann't say I ever seen a ghost but I did see bigfoot once.

well my ex gf was so much of a evil bitch i thought she was a demon.. lol does tthat count? :P

Wow! I have no idea where to start. I have experimented with many different things.
I guess i will start with the worst of it all.
About a year and a half ago my girlfriend at the time told me her frend was having "ghost problems" (i have a reputation with ghosts if you want to know more drop me a line). She asked me to come over one night and see what the deal was. I went over and found out that the ghosts were hurting this woman's children, throwing the childrens clothes arround their rooms, making the womans bath water cold then extremely while she was siting in it and occasionaly when the "ghosts" would walk arround they'd leave bloody foot prints.
Shortly after i showed up there was no mistaken that she was'nt lieing. the 2 woman a 3 children ran to a room while I proceeded to find this "ghost". The next i really remember after that was everyone screaming.
Aparently the worst of the four ghosts had possesed me and i dont wanna get into what it made me do.
I found out through many more evenings like this one, there was a family of 4 living there about 80 years before. The father brutaly murdered his 2 children and wife, then, huh brutaly commited suicide.(the best way i can describe it).
I guess if you wanna know more ask. I think this is long enough.

I really could list many experiences, but i just an idea maybe I will put them in my journal.

Just bringing this one back..............hope to hear more

I have had an interesting and reoccuring event and i will not lie it does scare me a bit and then again i find peace when its happening. One of my dearest friends by the name of Gene(aka: basoka) died about 5 years ago, stabbed to death by his own mother i was there at his funeral and when the service was over i went off in the graveyard to a part were him and i would usually hangout simply becuase it was peacefull. Ironically not that far from his grave i sat on the stone base of an angelic statue that towerd above me and wept silently to myself over his passing, i felt a hand on my shoulder and i looked beside me....it was gene and he was wearing the same clothes he was the last day i saw him alive. he sat beside me and only a few wisperd words wer spoken a poem fregment if you will and this is what it was: "passed on to the light away from dark feathers given flight"
when i closed my eyes and wiped the tears from them he was gone and i was alone under that statue once more. Ever since on the his birth and death day i place a single white rose on his grave and mostely at night time which was when we would hang out there sit underneath that satue, waiting for him to come around again speaking more fragments and giving me clues as to why he wanders there....i will one day post the entire poem when he finally decides to reveal it all to me until then i have to keep returning to that solitude drenched earth under the gaze of a winged servant of god.

I don't know that I could really say that I've had a brush or brushes with super or prenatural...but what is it called when you enter like a house or church, really any kind of building I guess and you can just feel like vibes, like spirits or something? That happens to me all the time, or I can be talking to someone (even someone I don't hardly know) and suddenly I have something like wash over me. Not really 'chills' so to speak, it's something I can't describe...and what can/should I do???