Ok, this is freaky enough that I have to add it to the thread. I've just been sitting here catching up on this thread for the past half hour or so. My suitemate (I'm in a college dorm) walked in a minute ago and asked me what I was reading. I told him it was basically a collection of peoples' supernatural experiences. He laughed, made a dismissive comment, and walked out. Well, I'm sitting here with Winamp on random play, and White Zombie's Super-Charger Heaven started up as he was walking out. In case you aren't familiar with the song, it starts with a sample from The Haunting ("Look, I know the supernatural isn't something that's supposed to happen, but it does happen."). Well, immediately after that, the music's supposed to start, but... nothing. I checked Winamp and it's on pause (I sure didn't do that), and more than that, clicking the play button doesn't do anything at all. I'm now officially VERY freaked out.
Encounters with the Supernatural
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RangerWickett
Legend
I stand by my assertion that nothing supernatural exists.
Except God.
*knocks on wood*
Except God.
*knocks on wood*
P.S., what the hell does 'knock on wood' mean, and where does it come from?
PallidPatience
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This is one creepy thread... I love it... Dave-O, you'll think I'm mad, but I'm a little jealous. My experiences are pretty tame compared to yours.
I was at my girlfriend's dorm in Michigan (MSU, West Akers Hall), and it was night time. I looked out the window, because I was sitting at her desk on her laptop, and this cat was just... hovering outside the window and staring inside malevelontly. It was grinning widely, and its teeth were longer than normal. It looked almost shark-like... I just told it to leave, and it did so (I find that I can often do that).
My sister (who has these experiences a lot) was sitting in the living room of my house with a friend she had over. Suddenly, her friend just stared off into nowhere, focussing on this one spot that seemed empty. My sister ran to get me, and pulled me in there. Apparently, my sister's friend had seen this tall being with red glowing eyes. Its head brushed the ceiling, she said. It left before I showed up.
I was sitting in there the night before the above incident with my sister and her friend, and my sister suddenly just stared behind me for a moment. She said that something was calling my name. Moments later, I stood up to walk around the room, and she told me to stop. She just stared past me. She said there was a maggot-covered woman behind me who was reaching for me. I stepped away, and looked back, but she vanished just as I looked at her (and saw her, faintly). I had my back turned to my sister and her friend at that moment, and they both just gasped and looked at my back. A trail of claw marks had appeared running down the center of my back. My sister still sees that woman from time to time.
My old house, a trailer out in the middle of nowhere, was seriously haunted. Everyone would always see this small shadow dart from what used to be my sister's room into the bathroom across the hall. One night, my sister roused me from slumber and pulled me into her room. She pointed out of the door, into the kitchen (the dining room, living room, and kitchen were all part of the same large room, partitioned off with little walls) and we both froze. This woman was floating, glowing a soft white, in front of the sink and staring out the window. A second after we both saw her, she vanished. Apparently, that woman visited my sister a lot. She was a Catholic mother of the boy whose shadow everyone saw when he would run from the closet in my sister's room into the bathroom across the hallway. She was always mean to my sister. There was also a meek little girl there that my sister always saw.
I went out to that house with a couple of friends last Samhain. The three of us are pagan (I'm almost Enochian, while the other two are Wiccan/Druidic types), and we were going to perform a ritual in honor of the dead. We set up our things and called the circle, and all was going pretty well. Soon, however, this shape started prowling around the outside of the circle (If you don't understand what a circle is, I'll explain. A circle is a protective measure that one is supposed to call before a ritual. It focuses the user's energy, and it also holds forces and beings that would interfere with the ritual at bay. They can be called in a variety of ways, and it's often enough to just visualize one around you if you're alone). It was a dark, feline shape, almost like a panther. Soon, it just left. A veritable swarm of other shapes surrounded us soon after, though, and as we were beginning to end the ritual, a fog sprang up around us. It didn't enter the circle, which was odd, and it wasn't smoke; we weren't burning anything that would leave smoke, only rubbing alcohol. I looked past them, and this dark blot showed up starkly against some of the trees in the distance. It wasn't a shadow, because the rest of the trees showed up clearly. This one man-sized blot, however, was just... nonexistent, it seemed. The ground across to that point swarmed with shapes, though. It was almost like an army of spirits. Shortly after that, we closed the circle, grabbed the stuff, and ran for our female Wiccan's car (she's the one who suggested we come out here). The fog chased us all the way down the driveway.
She and her boyfriend took me out to that old place again last Tuesday. This time, things were much calmer, but the woman who haunted the place did come out, as she did at Samhain, to watch us. When she pulled out her Tarot cards, with the expectation of taking one for each of the three of us, an extra one simply fell off of the top of the deck. We took that to mean that the woman from the house wanted a reading, too. We did as she wished, reading each of ours first; hers gave further instructions to us. She wanted to be free. So we basically exorcised her, giving her freedom to move on to her next life or to wherever it was she wished to go. The creepiest thing about the whole ritual was that there was always SOMETHING crawling around in the tall grass behind me, and to my left and right. Whatever it was growled once, but it became apparent that there were at least two when the grass to my left rustled just before the grass to my right did. It may not have been anything supernatural at all; it could have been a small group of possums or dogs, but it was still a freaky experience.
There are others, but I cannot remember them at the moment. I'll see if I can think of them later.
I was at my girlfriend's dorm in Michigan (MSU, West Akers Hall), and it was night time. I looked out the window, because I was sitting at her desk on her laptop, and this cat was just... hovering outside the window and staring inside malevelontly. It was grinning widely, and its teeth were longer than normal. It looked almost shark-like... I just told it to leave, and it did so (I find that I can often do that).
My sister (who has these experiences a lot) was sitting in the living room of my house with a friend she had over. Suddenly, her friend just stared off into nowhere, focussing on this one spot that seemed empty. My sister ran to get me, and pulled me in there. Apparently, my sister's friend had seen this tall being with red glowing eyes. Its head brushed the ceiling, she said. It left before I showed up.
I was sitting in there the night before the above incident with my sister and her friend, and my sister suddenly just stared behind me for a moment. She said that something was calling my name. Moments later, I stood up to walk around the room, and she told me to stop. She just stared past me. She said there was a maggot-covered woman behind me who was reaching for me. I stepped away, and looked back, but she vanished just as I looked at her (and saw her, faintly). I had my back turned to my sister and her friend at that moment, and they both just gasped and looked at my back. A trail of claw marks had appeared running down the center of my back. My sister still sees that woman from time to time.
My old house, a trailer out in the middle of nowhere, was seriously haunted. Everyone would always see this small shadow dart from what used to be my sister's room into the bathroom across the hall. One night, my sister roused me from slumber and pulled me into her room. She pointed out of the door, into the kitchen (the dining room, living room, and kitchen were all part of the same large room, partitioned off with little walls) and we both froze. This woman was floating, glowing a soft white, in front of the sink and staring out the window. A second after we both saw her, she vanished. Apparently, that woman visited my sister a lot. She was a Catholic mother of the boy whose shadow everyone saw when he would run from the closet in my sister's room into the bathroom across the hallway. She was always mean to my sister. There was also a meek little girl there that my sister always saw.
I went out to that house with a couple of friends last Samhain. The three of us are pagan (I'm almost Enochian, while the other two are Wiccan/Druidic types), and we were going to perform a ritual in honor of the dead. We set up our things and called the circle, and all was going pretty well. Soon, however, this shape started prowling around the outside of the circle (If you don't understand what a circle is, I'll explain. A circle is a protective measure that one is supposed to call before a ritual. It focuses the user's energy, and it also holds forces and beings that would interfere with the ritual at bay. They can be called in a variety of ways, and it's often enough to just visualize one around you if you're alone). It was a dark, feline shape, almost like a panther. Soon, it just left. A veritable swarm of other shapes surrounded us soon after, though, and as we were beginning to end the ritual, a fog sprang up around us. It didn't enter the circle, which was odd, and it wasn't smoke; we weren't burning anything that would leave smoke, only rubbing alcohol. I looked past them, and this dark blot showed up starkly against some of the trees in the distance. It wasn't a shadow, because the rest of the trees showed up clearly. This one man-sized blot, however, was just... nonexistent, it seemed. The ground across to that point swarmed with shapes, though. It was almost like an army of spirits. Shortly after that, we closed the circle, grabbed the stuff, and ran for our female Wiccan's car (she's the one who suggested we come out here). The fog chased us all the way down the driveway.
She and her boyfriend took me out to that old place again last Tuesday. This time, things were much calmer, but the woman who haunted the place did come out, as she did at Samhain, to watch us. When she pulled out her Tarot cards, with the expectation of taking one for each of the three of us, an extra one simply fell off of the top of the deck. We took that to mean that the woman from the house wanted a reading, too. We did as she wished, reading each of ours first; hers gave further instructions to us. She wanted to be free. So we basically exorcised her, giving her freedom to move on to her next life or to wherever it was she wished to go. The creepiest thing about the whole ritual was that there was always SOMETHING crawling around in the tall grass behind me, and to my left and right. Whatever it was growled once, but it became apparent that there were at least two when the grass to my left rustled just before the grass to my right did. It may not have been anything supernatural at all; it could have been a small group of possums or dogs, but it was still a freaky experience.
There are others, but I cannot remember them at the moment. I'll see if I can think of them later.
The_Universe
First Post
Sweeeeeeeeet. I Love this thread. Wish I had something to add, but I do not.
Numion
First Post
Majin said:
I've experienced something like this. I'm in a pseudo-sleep like state where I often 'see' my current sleeping place (I mean I always know where I am) but there's something threatening next to me (different things - for example once a drill sergeant when I was in the army. Good it wasn't true since when I shook the effect off I kicked into the direction where I though he was
). I can't move, and only after a lot of trying I can shake it off. In this paralyzed state I know that I'm really asleep and that I need to wake up, start moving again, but I never realize that the threat is in the dream only (that is, I think I need to wake up to confront the threat, and not only to move again). Then I wake up, can move again and realize that there's nothing there. It hasn't happened for a while though, and I suppose there isn't much paranormal in it, or anything dangerous. It usually happens during daytime napping, and only once during the night IIRC.
krichaiushii
First Post
I experienced a life-saving dream.
First, some background. During high school, a close friend killed himself.
Fast forward some years to college. Its a rough period in my life, and I decide that suicide was a viable option. Washing down a handful of sleeping pills with some wine, I lay down to die.
I drifted off and dreamt that I saw this friend, dressed in his funerary clothes, and carrying a softball bat - one of those nice aluminum ones - standing in the corner of the room.
I was thrilled! So I greeted him and he advanced and proceeded to beat on me with the ball bat until I woke up. On waking up, I called the local emergency center who told me to stay awake for some time, and eventually what I took would leave my system.
To this day, I am thankful for his timely appearence. I know my wife and son are.
First, some background. During high school, a close friend killed himself.
Fast forward some years to college. Its a rough period in my life, and I decide that suicide was a viable option. Washing down a handful of sleeping pills with some wine, I lay down to die.
I drifted off and dreamt that I saw this friend, dressed in his funerary clothes, and carrying a softball bat - one of those nice aluminum ones - standing in the corner of the room.
I was thrilled! So I greeted him and he advanced and proceeded to beat on me with the ball bat until I woke up. On waking up, I called the local emergency center who told me to stay awake for some time, and eventually what I took would leave my system.
To this day, I am thankful for his timely appearence. I know my wife and son are.
PallidPatience
First Post
I forgot my own preja vu experiences. I often catch myself in the middle of a conversation remembering dreams I've had that match entire conversations exactly. I predict to myself the exact words that people will reply with, and even the expressions on their faces. "Now, William will say, 'But you have to look at it this way. It's not as simple as that,' and grin widely before turning to whisper something I don't hear to the girl beside him."
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