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At my core, I am a scientist. I have a degree in biology and have spent years working under the scientific method. That being said, I have always had an interest in the paranormal. Unless soemthing has been proven totally 100% impossible or false in a experiment that can be reproduced, a good, responsible scientist has to accept that something is possible. That is how I aproach the paranormal.
Throughout my life I have seen and exerienced many strange and unexplained things. From time to time, I have prophetic dreams. I have experienced ghostly vistiros and I have seen something strange in the sky. Here are a few of my stories.
When I was 12, I was living in New England. I was a big astronomy buff at the time and had a telescope that you could see the rings of Saturn with. I was out, looking at the moon one evening. It was at dusk, since I found looking at the full glare of the moon hurt my eyes. I took a break from looking at the moon and looked West towards the setting sun. South of my position, I noticed 2 silver colored objects in the sky, that appeared to be heading perpendicular to my position. Being an aviation buff too and only a few miles from Peace air force base, I grabbed my relatively low powered binoculars to see what I may be looking at. I manged to get a sharp focus. These objects had no wings, rudder or ailerons (sp?). They just appeared as flat disc. I lost them in the setting sun. At the time I didn't live too far from Exter NH, which was a UFO hotspot for the NE.
I am a Paramedic in RL, working for a National company. We had an operation in Columbia SC. I was a supervisor there. Shortly after we moved there, I would get the distinct impression that I was being watched at night, when I would go out to inspect the ambulances that were parked at night. This didn't happen every night, but often enough. I never felt threatened, but it was spooky as hell. I mentioned it one day to our Human Resources director. She told me that she had the same sensation and that she had seen someone in our office one night when no one was supposed to be there. She had seen a woman one night, but when she went in to drop papers off, there was no one int eh building. Our office had a very open layout, with few places to hide. The guy that I worked with at that service started having nightmares while sleeping in the crew room. I would spend the nights working on paperwork and other duties and hear him thrashing around in his bunk, moaning and sometimes screaming. He would always wake up sweaty. When I asked him about the nightmares, he told me that a woman kept interuppting his dreams and she didn't seem to like him too much. It got the point that he would stay awake for the entire 24 hour shift if need be. I suggested that he sleep in another room. When e did, he was able to sleep through the night. I often slept in my office when the opportunity presented itself. One night, after I had laid down, I could hear the sounds of footsteps walking back and forth walking on the carpet, very rapidly. I looked towards where they were coming from. There wasn't anything there. The hesitated for a second, like someone just realised they were being watched and then the footstepswalked out of the room and faded away. (which reminds me. I set up my video camrea, which has an IR to tape for an entire night in that room, and I still haven't watched that tape.) The spookiest thing involving the haunted station was this: Our work shifts moved from 24 hours to 12 and finally to 8. We were done for the day, my partner had already left. I was the only person in the building. All the paperworks were done and I had secured the building. I went out to my car, which was parked next to the row of ambulances. I got the feeling again that I was being watched. I had gotten used to the feeling, but this was much stronger. I glanced around, but didn't see anything. I sat down at my car and as I started it, I looked at the office through my front windshield. There SHE was!, the distinct figure of a woman, standing at the window looking right at me. She was dressed in 19th century style and had a sad look on her face. I am noramlly a calm rational person, but I am not ashamed to say that I was sacred witless and peeled out of the parking lot and made my way home. It wouldn't be the last time I saw her. Our company no longer has that office. I still need to do some research on that property.
Now for something really spooky:
I have have pre-cognitive dreams all my life. For the most part they are all minor things: Seeing a house I have never been to before I visited there, knowing that a teacher would be passing out a pop quiz. I dreamed of the day I would be presenting my daughter to my family years before I was married and even knew my wife was prenant before she did. Now if I could dream up some lottery numbers it would be great!
My daughter was born in December of 2000. I had taken a month off and had just come back to work. (Jan 2001) Our service was getting ready to tansition from 24 hour shifts to 12 hour shifts. It was an unsual night since we had 2 crews on instead of 1. It was the last 24 hour shift. We had been working hard all day and I finally got to lay down and get some sleep at about 4 in the morning. I fell asleep immediately, something unusual for me. I began to have a very vivid dream. In it my Grandfather paid me a visit. We sat and talked for some time. He asked my all sorts of questions about my daughter and being a new Father. He told me how his life was going, lamenting the loss of his driver license, the cold weather (he lived in New England) and felling tired. he also metioned missing my Grandmother, who had died almost 16 years earlier from heart failure, but he knew that he would see her soon. He was 82 years old. It not unexpected to hear people of that age say things like that. Despite his complaints, he appeared full of energy and very animated in our conversation. I told him that I had planned on bringing my daughter up for a visit that summer. He patted me on the shoulder and told me not to worry about that right now and that it wouldn't matter after Feb 12th. Before I could ask him what he meant, he hugged me, told me that he loved me and I woke up with tears in my eyes. I KNEW what the dream meant. Never before had I dreamed anything with a specific date. I debated with telling anyone about the dream. In the end, I didn't and I still don't know why. More than likey, because I had never told anyone about my prior dreams.
On Feb 12th, my Father called to tell me that my Grandfather was in the hospital with pneumonia and that the prognosis wasn't good. I started making plans to go and visit him. My Grandfather died on Feb 22, with my family and my brother's family still a 12 hour drive away. I still lament that I didn't leave sooner to see him and I still despair over my decision not to tell anyone what I had dreamed. In my line of work, I tell people that when its their time to go, there is nothing I nor anyone else can do about it. It doesn't make it easy watching it happen to your family. I still have my dreams, but its back to the not so serious ones.
Hawkeye