I’m not sure if I’ve ever written about Ariana Grande beyond the odd link or fashion photo, but there’s a first time for everything. The first time I heard Ariana sing, it was on the radio and I listened to the whole song thinking that it was an early Mariah Carey song that I had simply never heard. Ariana has a beautiful voice, but it is very “early Mariah”. Which is fine. Ariana is a cute little thing – she’s tiny and she’s young (she’s 20) and she’s spent the year doing a lot of press. It seems like she’s learned how to give an interesting interview, which is something. Ariana appears on the cover of the new Complex, and in the cover interview… well, she talks about her experiences with DEMONS. Not Kris Jenner, mind you. Actual naked-to-the-human-eye DEMONS. Here’s Ariana’s story:
Complex: Do you believe in aliens and ghosts?
Ariana: Of course. We’d be so stupid to believe we are the only people here.Have you ever seen an alien?
Not an alien, but I’ve had a ghost/demon experience. We were in Kansas City a few weeks ago and went to this haunted castle and were so excited. The next night we wanted to go to Stull Cemetery, which is known as one of the seven gates to hell on Earth. The Pope won’t fly over it—I love that you know that. Sorry, go on.
I felt this sick, overwhelming feeling of negativity over the whole car and we smelled sulfur, which is the sign of a demon, and there was a fly in the car randomly, which is another sign of a demon. I was like, “This is scary, let’s leave.” I rolled down the window before we left and said, “We apologize. We didn’t mean to disrupt your peace.” Then I took a picture and there are three super distinct faces in the picture—they’re faces of textbook demons.Let’s see the picture.
I deleted it. The next day I tried to send the picture to my manager and it said, “This file can’t be sent, it’s 666 megabytes.” I’m not kidding. I used to have a folder called “Demons” that had pictures with all the screencaps in it, but then weird things started happening to me so I deleted it.What weird things?
I was going to sleep about two weeks ago. I had just gotten off the phone and as soon as I closed my eyes I heard this really loud rumble right by my head. When I opened my eyes it stopped immediately, but when I closed my eyes it started again with whispers. Every time I closed my eyes I started seeing these really disturbing images with, like, red shapes. Then I opened my eyes and got back on the phone and was like, “I’m really scared and I don’t want to go to bed tonight.” And then I scooched over to the left side of my bed, because that’s where the best service is in my room, and there was this massive black matter. I don’t know what it was.What?!?
It was like a cloud of something black right next to me. I started crying. I was on the phone like, “What do I do, what do I do?” and they said, “Tell it to eff off.” I thought, I’m not going to do that. It’s going to upset it, so I’m just going to chill and not feed into it because all it wants is fear. It feeds on fear. I watched it move to the front of my bed and then I fell asleep on the phone. I woke up and it was gone. The next night my friend Tyler was staying with me. She said she was trying to sleep and her body felt paralyzed almost, and she described the same exact thing I saw.
Textbook demons! 666 megabytes! SULFUR. Yes, Kris Jenner’s work is done here. I’m not making fun of Ariana whatsoever – I’m a superstitious person and I live alone (well, with a giant dog). I get freaked out by odd creaks in the house and branches rustling. If I suddenly smelled sulfur and a dark cloud of black negativity started hovering, I would freak out. It happens! This is also why I won’t see The Conjuring.
Should I tell a freaky story that I haven’t told anyone yet? This happened to me earlier this year and I keep telling myself that it was nothing… but on the one-year anniversary of my father’s death (almost to the very minute, which was very, very early in the morning), I woke up thinking that someone was pounding like crazy on my front door. I swear I was awake and I heard the pounding and I even got up to see if someone was pounding on the door. Nothing was there. Was it my dad’s ghost?!
Photos courtesy of Complex, WENN.
…and she fell asleep with some black cloud (and that’s not dark matter, but whatever) over her bed?! Wtf, I’d never sleep again.
Right??!! Me neither!!
All we are is matter and energy; so why is it difficult to believe that perhaps the energy doesn’t dissipate completely at death? I don’t believe in demons, but I have experienced ghosts and “presences” of people who have moved on. So, yes, it could have been your dad. Or it could have been your brain still processing his death. Either way, it’s your choice what to believe and neither is right or wrong.
Exactly. Very well said.
Agreed!
Bless her heart.
Hahahah, my thoughts exactly.
I’ve only seen her in some Nickelodeon show and her voice was incredibly annoying. Is her singing good? Does she write her own songs? Are they different from generic pop songs about love that are on the radio?
Yes I can’t stand that show just because of her voice!
haha, thought I was the only one! I make my kids turn the channel if I am around when it is on.
Lol! Me, too! Her voice!
That was her character’s voice. Her normal person voice is much less irritating.
She can reach that whistle register that Mariah can. And she often does these pitchy sounds on her songsjust to prove that she can. It’s not my cup of tea, I also find her voice very annoying. She doesn’t write her own songs, although she is credited in some of them along with several writers and producers. They are not that different from any other pop song you’ve heard before.
She can definitely sing. She has a great voice and her debut album is actually pretty good/got good reviews.
I guess I must pay more attention to this girl. , My 11 year old daughter and her friends love love this girl. So much so that she wanted to be her for Halloween. I asked” Who would know you are Ariana Grande”? her answer,” they would know”.. Pretty girl, but very generic to me.
hahahahaha, my exact thoughts too.
i was almost scared up to this point – “This file can’t be sent, it’s 666 megabytes.” LMAOOOOO….!!!!
Yeah, that did it for me, too.
I don’t know, how can a photo be 666 MB? It’s too big file size for a photo. I say it’s BS. Besides, we know now that the number of the beast is actually 616, not 666. I’m sure the demon would know that.
Yeah I call BS on this. She apologizes then decides to take a picture? People that have reported demonic haunting doesn’t just go away because you delete a picture. From what I’ve read and watched it stays and ruins your life and happiness. Seems like this girl watched too many episodes of Paranormal Witness on Syfy.
Seems like the demons are still hovering around her… :-/
“I took a totally demonic picture, but then deleted it before I could show anyone else, because it was too demonic”. Err, OK then!
That said, I think the power of suggestion is probably very strong in a place like that – as anyone who’s been to Auschwitz or the Killing Fields will tell you.
Yes, and plantations and the holding areas for slaves. People have a real visceral reaction to places where killing and suffering occurred.
Yep. I was just randomly talking to a customer about this last Sunday when he got a few things from the store I work at. He was saying how he used to travel a lot as a young man. His parents were British and so his father had a high position in government before 1947 or so/ then they got kicked out but anyways… he was telling me about how on vacation he visited this holding cell where they used to kept the slaves in on boats while making the trip across the Atlantic. He said it was like small cubes where the slaves ate/ defecate/ slept/ were hosed down etc and the the list goes on and on what they did in this one square cube they were chained to. The man told me while in this place he really got a haunting energy. It was the energy was of many spirits not at all at peace and he has never forgotten that feeling since.
Replying to Lauren – I had the same experience when I visited Dachau in the 90’s. I had to sit down for a while because the feelings were making me dizzy. I’ve since convinced myself that it was all in my head, but a little part of me isn’t sure.
Ya, that’s some freaky shit. I hate watching horror movies, but even more so ones centered around demons and spirits. It’s the one type of movie i refuse to watch under any circumstances but my boyfriend is still trying his hardest to get me to watch The Conjuring. I also don’t understand how people find it thrilling to go to haunted places and seek out scary, supernatural forces. I don’t want to start sounding like a kook, but i do believe these things exist and i don’t know why anyone would want to interact with them! Not all of them are bad of course, but it’s just better to leave them in peace, i think.
I was really hooked on “Celebrity Ghost Stories” and shows like that for a while. It was a delicious kind of scary.
However, I went cold turkey on them after my hairdryer came on by itself for 1.5 – 2 seconds. No joke.
I also have had an experience of something coming on by itself. My son has a remote control Super Mario Cart toy. It was sitting on his desk in his bedroom, switch was off and the remote was not near it. He comes into the living room and tells me it went on by itself, and it spooked him (he’s not easily scared even at 10) to the point he brought it out to the living room not wanting it in his room at that point. Well, the next day I was sitting on my couch and lo and behold, it came on by itself. A little freaked out, we told my hubby (a skeptic) but a few days later he admitted he had seen the same thing. No explanation. We live in a three family home and our neighbor/friend on the first floor passed away in his apartment suddenly three years ago. He was a friend, and was always very kind to my son. I also want to add that in the couple of weeks prior to his death, I found two dead birds laying in my driveway, on separate days. No injuries, no blood, no sign they had been attacked, not even a ruffled feather. I have heard the superstition that birds have some meaning to an impending death. Strange, very strange as it hasn’t happened before or since. I’ve wondered it if it was his way of saying hello. I’ve had several experiences I can’t explain, and I believe there’s much more going on than we can see or that we know about.
MsGoblin and Nicolette, those are very scary and interesting stories! I haven’t had an experience like that but i have witnessed supernatural occurrings. This was back in high school, during an annual camp i used to go to. One night, the campers were woken up at midnight and taken for a hike in the woods. YES I FIND THIS TO BE ABSURD AS WELL. We got pretty deep until the camp facilitators told us to stop and sit on the dirt. “Take in the fresh air of the country,” they told us. There was something so eery about the entire thing. The girl next to me was clenching my hand so hard that my palms were sweating. All of a sudden, someone screamed. People started getting hysterical and crying. I heard laughter, but not from any voice i recognize. Someone said they saw something moving. It was chaotic.
The facilitators yelled at us for being wimps, but they never denied that there wasn’t anything paranormal going on. I just take this to mean as them being used to this sort of stuff. One of them even said, “If you don’t panic, they won’t turn hostile!”
So yeah. Part of the reason i’m a city girl through and through.
I loved that show. Mykelti Williamson’s was probably the scariest episode, right up there with the evil spirit that would beckon the celeb (whose name I forget) from their window when they were a child. I can only watch those kinds of show in the daytime, at night is too scary.
Thanks for adding your tales @ MsGoblin, @ Nicolette, and @ tifzlan.
I have a few stories as well. My problem now is my daughter 9 years old is extremely sensitive and anxious about all these kinds of things..monsters, ghosts, darkness, voices. We’re scared where sensitivity blurs into mental disorder. (nearly daily she is too terrified to face the day or night) So, we are doing our best to daily reassure her these are ideas we humans enjoying exploring, not real problems that will ruin our day.
Very ironically, she has seen a “real” ghost when she was young. A little boy very tragically died shortly before she started at a daycare. This wasn’t known to us and I was told about it about a year afterward. And obviously, she wasn’t told about this either. Every afternoon at nap time, she would sit up and describe the little boy, saying he was just right there (his cubby locker) and say things like there’s a little boy in the shadows. You can imagine how this freaked out the women at the day care. I was told their hearts just stopped. Only my daughter could see him. And she saw him clearly many many times.
There are a few other events around her….so it makes our new phobia situation hard to deal with.
I love Celebrity Ghost Stories, and The Haunted, A Haunting, Paranormal Witness, My Ghost Story. Sometimes I have to take a break from them though, because they are scary. Those are all freaky stories you’ve described above.
Cheryl, I think it’s very important that you find someone for your daughter to talk to, that believes the things she does are real. Because even if they weren’t, they are to her, and she needs to learn to understand them rather then fear them. I completely believe that some people are born more in tuned with the spiritual world. Why not? Some are born with unexplained technical or mathematical gifts, yet we don’t deny their gifts because the evidence is what they know, their intellect, but we wouldn’t believe it if there weren’t a means to test. there is so much we don’t know that science can never explain, like the creation of matter and energy, what existed before existance… And it’s ironic that the most hard core skeptics, when it comes to spiritual or mystical subjects, are usually the first to insist, that Jesus, was born to a holy virgin, walked on water, turned water into wine, resurrected after death, and was the “only” son of God. Yet spirits don’t exist? I just think in your case, it’s very important your daughter believes she is special in a good way, and not crazy. Especially with how people are, there will be more than enough in her lifetime that want her to think there is something wrong with her, bc people like to put others down to feel superior in their own minds. It’s wrong but it is that way, and I think kids need to be prepared for the anger of the world they were brought into.
I like watching celebrity ghost stories too.
The one that scares me the most is The Dead Files. I came across it one night on cable and it freaked me out.
I saw the commercial for that movie. If I was in my house and heard someone clapping and I knew it wasn’t me and my kids are sound asleep, I’m not going to look for the source. I’m wrapping my kids up in their blankets, throwing them in the car and pushing pavement. Damn clapping demon can have the house and clap all the live long day. Jaye is OUT dat bitch!
Hahahah…hilarious comment!!!!!
I AGREE! In fact, i’d torch the house before i burn rubber and hightail it out of that neighborhood. Apparently, it’s based on a true story too. Shivers.
The preview for that movie just made me think of that old commercial for the Clapper. Clap On! Clap Off! And Ariana’s story about smelling sulfur made me think someone tooted in the car. And both make me think I’m just eternally twelve, Sorry.
Amen. I have actually done this on more than one occasion. I used to be a total weenie (still am, just less so) and would call my cousin and be outside our house with a knife until he showed up to check the house. His future wife was not impressed, but I lived in a house with wood floors that creaked like a mother, and had a huge forsythia bush that would scrape the windows, and I did NOT want to investigate. God bless my big ol’ cousin, he’d give me shit but check all the closets.
Lol! You win the internet, Jaye!
THANK YOU! These stories were scaring the bejeezus out of me!
Conjuring wasn’t scary. It had one part that made me go ‘oh hell no’ but that was it. It wasn’t a good movie but it wasn’t terrible. There are episodes on Paranormal State and Paranormal Witness that have frightened me more so than this movie. Darkness Falls was scarier to me than Conjuring.
So very much this! The minute sh-t starts moving around by itself or unexplained voices occur I am gone.
Hahahahaha awesome 😀
@Amy Tennent…I laughed so loud at your comment my cat jumped about two feet in the air!
I like some horror, specifically ghosts & hauntings. I’ve watched a lot of supernatural movies, ghost hunting shows, paranormal shows, etc…. The Conjuring scared Jesus into me. Its probably the only one that has scared me in years, It’s a good movie but wished I hadn’t watched it. Woke up at about 3:00am in the morning because of a hearing a thump in my house and couldn’t go back to sleep. Never.Watching. It. Again.
The Conjuring was actually pretty scary right up until they revealed the source of the haunting. Then it just turned silly, in my opinion, and totally made me feel better and not scared.
The first scenes of that movie, though, with the creepy doll, Annabel… *Shivers* I wish I could have unseen that part. My husband and I were actually thinking of using Annabel as a baby name, but NEVER NEVER after seeing that.
About a year ago I was embalming a gentleman and the lights went out without any explanation (no storm or damage to the electrical pole or wires). I was so worried that I wouldn’t be able to get the lights back on because I didn’t know where the fuse box was located. So I started feeling around the room for the light switch and was able to turn on the lights without issue. No idea what it could have been that made the lights go out, but that was probably the first time I’ve been creeped out on the job.
@ Morticiansdoitdeader: BRILLIANT name 🙂
I can honestly say that I never in a million years expected to read that phrase “…I was embalming a gentleman…” on a celebrity gossip site.
To be fair, we were telling scary stories, so I thought it apropos.
There is a rumor Conjuring 2 will be about the doll? Since the Conjuring scared me as much as it did, won’t watch another Ed & Lorraine installment. Especially if it involves the creepy arsed doll.
I’ve had a lot of odd/weird things happen to me and my family that can’t be easily explained so I fully believe it’s possible. Huge fear I have is waking up with something leaning over me, it would freak me the f-k out. Whether you believe her or not, at least it was an interesting interview.
Most people prob have heard or seen stuff that they couldn’t explain. Which doesn’t mean that any of it was supernatural. 🙂
true, but it doesn’t mean that it’s not either.
Marie, I had a dream within a dream like that once. I woke up to the ghost of a child leaning over me, and she just started screaming. Then I woke up (in the dream) and started screaming. I asked my mom the next morning if I’d woken her up yelling. The dream had seemed so real!
I’ve had lots of weird stuff happen to me, especially in my house, but this was definitely the most terrifying
I don’t think I’d have been able to go back to sleep after that, freaky..
When I was a little girl staying in my grandmother’s house, I woke up and there was a man standing over me. He was looking down at me, smiling. It scared the crap out of me (as I’m sure it would anyone). I didn’t tell anyone until a few years later and my Mom and my aunts said it was probably my grandfather checking on me. Turns out, he had died in the house (I hadn’t known that at the time) and would make appearances every now and then. My mom and her siblings were surprisingly accepting of it, but my grandmother was always freaked out by it and asked us to stop talking about it.
It was a better interview than Miley Cyrus will ever hope to give!
Too Right!
Okay. So I was telling a friend about this just now. She shared this: she and her husband went to Rome for their honeymoon about ten years ago, and while there for a month, had a dinner with a priest who had been one of his Jesuit teachers in school. She said he told them quite matter-of-factly that there were angels and demons and the unexplained and time crossings, and sort of angel guardians too. Some people may see demonic weird stuff; the rest of us may just be sensitive to angels or “loving spirits” around us…….phwaw.
yeah when I was little my sister and my mum were haunted all the time, like lights flickering etc. there was this one corner in my mum and dads room where mum would always wake up and see weird things there. mum also has some weird phobia with hair and sometimes feels like its choking her yet she has really short hair that doesn’t go past her ears! one time she woke up choking on what she felt was hair around her neck and she just saw a man hovering above her with the most angry face and he looked very malicious, and when she tried to wake my dad up he just said that there was a black cloud floating above her. and a bit more creepy than horrifying story, but my sister was at home alone once and she was watching tv when a painting fell onto her head (the painting was on some hook that meant it would be quite impossible for it to fall off by itself) and being the scaredy cat she is, she ran into the garage and called my dad, and he said just to go back inside. when she did, she found the painting resting against a chair on the opposite side of the room to where she had been sitting.
I hope this turns into a thread were everyone shares their ghost experiences, I love reading thing like that. Unfortunately or maybe fortunately, I’ve never experienced anything. Bummer.
I had a friend that killed herself who contacted me in a dream. Tons of signs, feelings and intuitions I had regarding my friend, before and after her death. If you allow God and/or your soul to guide you, I think we can all find our own proof He exists. I’ve had many predictive dreams, feelings that I followed that turned out correct, and one vision, while conscious, once that came true the following week, years ago. My man didnt used to believe, now he does, because of the dreams ive had where things happened that weren’t supposed to, and then they would come true within 24 hours or so. I had two in just the last month, and I can always tell which ones are just normal dreams.
Thanks for this. Have you ever dreamed of something bad happening and try to stop it or warn the person it was going to happen to?
Kcaia, it is nice to know someone else that has predictive dreams. I have them too, sometimes several times, and they happen, usually a few years later. It was happening so much that I finally started keeping a dream book; but no matter how many journals I buy, they keep disappearing (we also move every few years, so that probably explains that some). The thing is, it is never anything really interesting or earth-shattering. Just that I am at a place, talking to whoever, or driving somewhere, and that’s it. Some are so strong of places that I have not yet been that I draw pictures so that I can convince my husband when it happens (he still thinks I’m weird).
Speaking of weird, I have had experiences with entities as well, esp. in the house I grew up in–never, ever ask for them to come into your life because they will, and do, and they are so hard to be rid of…
Well, the dreams themselves have all been about someone elses actions, pertaining to me. Like a few weeks ago, an ex friend who I hadn’t thought of in months, was so angry and vengeful to me in this dream. I told my man, but at the time thought it was just a dream. But two days later I found out the day after the dream, she called cps telling them a bunch of bs that wasn’t true, and exaggerating things that were, bc she knows were trying to get custody of my mans other kids, and shes trying to hurt us, or get some kind of response from me or something.
The vision I had was about 6 years ago, I was bffs with a big cocaine dealer in my area, K, so close to each other we literally would just laugh at things no one understood, but it was bc we knew what each other were thinking without saying it. Well I was at home with another friend, and I called K, and I heard the police jump squad surround him, and he was like, oh sht, the police got me, I gotta go…click. So im freaking out with my friend, K just got busted! Then he calls like an hour later, and says there were no police, what I heard never happened, even though another friend saw and heard me on the phone, so I begged K to keep a low profile, at least for a few weeks, bc we didn’t know they were watching him but the vision was so real, and another mutual friend saw the same in a dream. K believed me, but he was hooked on the fast life, and I think it was 5 days later, it happened exactly like in my vision, and he did like three years time on the charges he got that day. I think are souls were so connected at the time, I could see his future. Also ive been telling everyone for years, that I was afraid my son would one day get hit by a car, I have my reasons for that fear. Well it happened on friday. But hes fine, has a scratch and no soreness, but it happened, and im still freaking out over it. We were very lucky he wasn’t injured.
@locheed: I’ve never tried to do anything to become sensitive to that sort of presence, I just wish I could have at least one experience, you know. Thanks for sharing, tho.
@Kcacia: Thank you for expounding on your experiences and I’m glad to hear that your son is alright. Good luck with getting custody of your stepkids. 🙂
Jinni, I have some supernatural type stories that happened to me IRL, but no ghost story.
Here’s one: When I was 14, I was picked up hitchhiking by a killer fresh out of prison. Literally, God told me exactly what to say to be let out of that car safely. As a condition not to hurt me, he made me promise to let everyone I knew that —— “didn’t touch one hair on my head”. I kept that promise.
One month later, he disabled a local waitresses’ car to break down late at night and gave her a ride. He killed her and dismembered her and never got out of prison again, and I never hitchhiked again.
@KCaia – My Mom had a similar experience to those you described. Background – My Mom married her HS sweetheart (@20), & they waited a few years before deciding to have me (she was 26, he was 27, when I was born). Obviously, she became good friends with my Father’s best friend Steve (whom he’d been BFFs with since 1st grade). He was always around, hanging out, ect. He was (& still is) a paramedic, so worked some pretty wonky hours sometimes.
In February (before my 2nd Bday in April), she had a weird dream. We (Mom, & me, age 1) had been in a car accident, going off the road & hitting a tree. She was a mess (in the dream), as anyone would be. But then Steve showed up out of nowhere (in his paramedic uniform, but there was no ambulance or anything) to help us. She said in the dream, it felt like he was ‘rescuing’ us. She felt safe, her panic stopped, & he took care of us. She just figured it was a weird dream, didn’t really think about it at all.
In May that year, a week after my 2nd Bday, Mom was getting ready for work (Dad had already left) when there was a knock on the door. She answered to find a police officer, who’d come to tell her that my Father… Had fallen asleep at the wheel & hit a tree, & had died on impact. Oddly, there had been an off-duty paramedic driving behind him, & saw it happen. He rushed to check on him, bit it had been instant.
Steve came to comfort us (he was just as heartbroken, couldn’t even be a ‘bearer’ at the funeral). He stayed with us, helped my Mom through as much as he could. Mom’s parents lived in Hawaii at the time, so we moved in with them for a year, before coming back to Baltimore. She & Steve had remained friends, but when they saw eachother in person again, they realized they felt something more.
After dating a year, they got married. I was 4 then, & (without pressure) asked if I wanted him to adopt me. It was only then that my Mom thought of that dream she’d had. He’s the only Dad I can remember (sadly, I was too young to remember my Father). He *always* saw me & treated me as his own, just the same as my little brother (who is his & my Mom’s son).
It’s equal parts creepy & heartwarming (in a way). I couldn’t have asked for a better step-dad (which I never think of him as or call him)… Because he not only loved my mom, but my Father… & was even there the day they brought me home from the hospital. He was a friend I felt comfortable around to begin with. She’s never had another specifically predictive dream, but this one was a doozy.
My auntie died of AIDS related complications. A few years before she passed, she was in the hospital because her t-cells were very low and she’d gotten very sick. The doctors didn’t think she’d live much longer, if she made it through the night. She did recover from that illness. After she’d recovered, she said she had a dream where my grandfather appeared to her and he said “soon babygirl, but not yet”.
Okay, Jinni, here’s for you: I grew up in a large European family and in spite of their whole educated city shtick, they took weird phenomena as “expected.” Like this: a huge painting fell off the wall in our living room one day — “Someone in the family died!” said my grandmother and aunt. And, uh, yeah, my uncle had died on a fly-fishing trip in Canada that morning. The same uncle who’d acquired the painting on his travels. And yeah, I was there. Relatives will pooh-pooh this in public, esp when they move to the US, but will tell you privately that a dead spouse visited them in their sleep, patting them, knocking things over, from violins to china or twisting art on the wall, to say “we’re okay.” To them, it’s normal. Friends’ European families reported the same thing to me, just randomly.
I STILL thought this was all crap until I moved once to a new city for a project. I go to bed a little early and had just turned off the lights the first night and was instantly annoyed to realize strong outdoor security lighting blasted through my windows. Gah! How would I sleep! Early meeting! Just then, the bed sagged behind me and someone started rubbing and patting my back…..I freaked as I was ALONE. Then instantly, I felt….”HI grandma,” said I, “uh, thanks, but you can STOP NOW I AM FINE! Okay, you’re freaking me out!” Bed feels like someone rises up. Patting stops. I jumped up, flipped on lights, checked around, barely slept. After that, minor shite started (and for my cousins too when we compared notes recently). At my parents’ over the holidays, I dreamt a big, dirty, shaggy Viking-type guy (looks like the images you see in the Viking museum in Denmark) was in the corner of my room and that its appearance scared my mom’s cat out. I woke up and the room smelled like peat, earthy, damp — others remarked on it the next day — in the corner of this normal bright clean modern room, and her cat would never go into the room again. I told no one. That afternoon I got a call from my cousin who lived in another state, all upset: “Did you have anything….weird….happen in the last couple of days?” She described a “feeling” she had that someone had come to warn or start protecting me, and said she felt stupid but…needed to know. Flash forward: I am living in a house in a village outside Munich. On the property, there is a a lot of grass and garden and an old farmhouse too. I’m taking pictures outside one day. Here and there. Friends took a few. All the same camera. We print pictures…..whoops, what’s that? Within the same hour of same day, 70% shots are great, and 30% have a dark, tall “shape” next to me, next to the dog. But only when I am in one area of the garden. Same thing happens a week later, on a friend’s camera. We assume…moisture? At an event, the neighbors tell me about the property: there had been a tragedy before the war, when a house burnt down killing a mother and her two children……in the spot in the garden where you get dark shapes on the film. I mentioned this to neighbors, the schoolmaster and his wife, one night: well, yes, they say matter of factly, everyone knows that, she’s always seen there, but just a shape. She gets bored. They showed me photos with dark spots on areas of their property too: it’s the ones who have gone before, but you know, they like to see what is going on. Normal. One of my German neighbors was a kind elderly man who kept saying, “I’ll find you a GOOD man” — he died suddenly, heart attack. I’d moved back to the US by then, had been dating my husband for about a month. One day my husband-to-be sent me flowers randomly. They arrive. Then here’s the mail. And there’s the phone. The phone: a German friend telling me our old friend died. The mail: A card from old Johannes, who never sent me mail in my life; his note: I will always watch over you. The picture: a photo of flowers exactly like the bouquet I’d just received, down to the sunflower in the middle. Two years later: a friend of a friend, a guy named John that I sort of know but not well, calls me to say, “I had a weird dream. an old man, smiling and telling me to tell you something, so don’t think I am insane, but…” and he repeats something in Bayerisch to me. He is American but taught English in Germany for two years, knows my area’s weird old dialect. It was a kind of proverb/joke that Johannes used to tell. I ask the friend to describe the old man in the dream — Johannes had a v specific charming look. John describes him exactly and adds, “he also said something that, it’s okay, don’t worry about surgery, he’ll be there, drink some whisky for your mouth.” What? A week later I had to have unexpected sudden surgery on an impacted wisdom tooth.
At the time I was also living in an old 1920s walk-up flat, quite lovely. Friends would come over and ask about my cat; a friend’s Navy Seal husband even looked under a bed when he saw it run under.Everyone thought it was cute. I had no cat.
NOW….go have your coffee. 🙂
Thank you so much for sharing. These were great.
Oh, these stories are great! Do you ever listen to podcasts? There’s one I absolutely love called “Anything Ghost” by Lex Wahl where people email him their personal ghost stories and he reads them (or sometimes people record the stories themselves and he plays them). These stories would be PERFECT for his show!! I hope you consider sending them to him!
@Jinni…if you like ghost stories check out that podcast! I think you’d really like it.
Great stories!!!! Thank you!!
@ojulia123: Thank you!
@ojulia123 Im totally gonna start listening to this podcast! Thank you 🙂 I think this is my favorite celebitchy post ever. I love reading all these stories from you guys! So heres my spooky story to add:
I live close to St Augustine Florida which is the oldest city in the US. There is a lighthouse that is supposedly a hot spot for paranormal activity. Theres a video from the show Ghost Hunters that actually captured a ghost on film on the stairs in the lighthouse. Anyway, I try to go at least once a year and I always bring my camera to record. The last time I was there I went with 2 friends. We were kind of goofing off being silly saying things like, “well these ghosts aren’t too impressive are they? Oh Im really scared” but nothing too exciting happened.
When I got home I listened to the whole recording with headphones. Right after you hear my friends and I talking about how unimpressed we were a mans voice comes on and says “This world could be watching. This world could be watching, witches” I listened to it over and over. I made my husband and sister listen they both hear the same thing. We did not hear anything when we were in the lighthouse, it can only be heard on the audio recording. Another thing that was interesting is that he called us witches. Pretty sure thats an insult from a long time ago, probably the mid to late 1700’s.
I don’t really know what I believe in as far as what happens when you die but I think thats why I love supernatural stuff so much. It gives me hope that theres something else afterwards.
oooh podcasts! Thanks, I’ll listen. We used to listen to some freaky George Noory podcasts when working late!
@snarkysnarkers — yow. Have you ever been to Savannah, GA — a friend has reported some very weird stuff when they stay at certain inns. And a private tour of a bar’s basement level resulted in some utterly creepy photos – aura lights (is that the term, sort of floating balls of light?) and weird shapes.
@Liberty – awesome stories! Thank you! 🙂
When I was 21 I moved into a small apartment underneath Robinson’s Drug Store in Cross Lanes, WV. One morning after I sat up in bed and turned off the alarm clock to start getting ready for work, I looked out my bedroom door and standing in my kitchen was a tall, slim man. He was just standing perfectly still and was staring at me. He was wearing a suit in the late 1800’s style. I remember his suit being dark grey, he had on a white shirt and dark tie.. He even had a dark colored hat on. He looked to be in his 60’s and was sporting a beard. I shut my eyes and screamed bloody murder. When I opened them he was gone.
I crept out of bed and checked the locks on the door (still locked) then looked everywhere for a sign of him.
This was over 30 years ago and it has haunted me to the point that I can’t stand to sleep by myself and have to turn the lights on after my hubby leaves for work in the early morning hours.
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Here is a tip, if you want to be open to these kind of experiences. They are not usually all that dramatic (visceral) on the I can see it plain. They don’t necessarily occur when you are alone scared and in the dark. They are not typically fear-based. Start by “listening”. You may start to hear very subtle things that are background-y. Little knocks and creaks…very tiny attention grabbers. You may start noticing more pronounced odours here and there…not necessarily bad. just traces. If you are out walking about not “seeing” anything and not “thinking” anything you might have what seems like a “random” flash, memory, sense idea or “see” a possible event or pattern.
I don’t want to be open to them. I’d be happy going the rest of my life without having another one. Even though I know my grandfather’s appearing to me was a loving visitation, I’m good grandpa. You don’t have to check on me anymore.
I have one. Well, more than one, but this was the most amazing.
My dear friend Roy had died. My hubby and I were very attached to Roy; he was our best friend and we spent a great deal of time with him and with his family (vacations, etc). So, I’m sure you can surmise that we took his death very, very hard. We grieved deeply.
So, fast forward a month or so later. I was home alone, full daylight, wide awake and puttering around the house. I walk into the living room and there he is-Roy. Looking just a real and human as he ever did. I was surprised and confused but not scared. I KNEW he was dead–I saw him in his coffin. But he was right there. He started talking to me, telling me that we shouldn’t be so upset about his death, that it’s good on the other side and that he’ll be there when it’s our turn. He was there for several minutes.
And then he was just-gone. Just like that. It was not a dream. It was not my imagination. I was fully awake and this did happen.
Samihami — that is such a sweet reassuring story
Samihami…..lovely. My mother had a similar experience after her mother’s death and she’s very no-nonsense about things like this, but says that experience changed her mind.
Okay, this is a long story, but I think you guys will want to hear it:
I live in the countryside not far outside of Sydney, Australia. When my parents were 18, they bought some land which was part of a dairy farm in the early 1800s. This land was 40 acres and included the site of the original house, which the town we live in is named for. My parents started building their house on this same site, to the same plans as the original house had been (my parents are obsessed with Australian history, not surprising considering my family came out from England in the First Fleet, were some of the first released as free settlers to pioneer farming in NSW, and we’ve some well-known bush-rangers and WWI light-horsemen as ancestors). All that remains of the orginial is a small stone fireplace with ‘1821’ etched on the side about 50 meters from our porch (was once the fireplace to the laundry house) and the stone cellar underneath our house, which we have never used. Anyway, we have been there for well over 30 years and have experienced some unbelievable (and sometimes terrifying) things!
When my parents first finished the house, they had family over for dinner. My dad was going to drop my Aunt off at her house in town, and after saying goodbye to everyone in the front hall, he said to her that he was just going to let a horse out of the stable and would meet her at the car. He got there before my Aunt did, and she nearly jumped out of her skin when she saw him already in the car. Apparently, she’d thought she was chatting away about the new garden to whom she thought was my dad as they walked the whole way round the house to car. She didn’t like coming out here at night after that.
Another night my mum and dad woke up to loud crashes downstairs. Dad went down to investigate, fully expecting an intruder. He followed the noise to the drawing room, and as he pulled the tassel chord that turns on the light, a small chair on wheels (it was an antique nursing chair bought in an estate auction) skidded across the room and hit the wall opposite him. Dad just grabbed the chair and put it back in its usual spot (very quickly, he says) and went back upstairs. The next day, he and mum had a look in that room and noticed scratches all along the wooden floor, and even a big dint in the wall where the chair had been hitting it. Dad just patched up the room, and they never spoke of it. We still have that chair.
My mum was mopping in the front hall one day, when she thought she saw something out of the corner of her eye. She turned around, and there was a woman, standing in the doorway. My mum said she was just so vivid, she even took in her clothes – apron over a pale blue dress with a high collar, brown shoes, hair pinned up. Clearly from a time past. Anyway, mum just thought “Oh. Alright.” She turned away slowly, deciding whether to get out of there or not, when she quickly looked again and there was nothing there.
The last big story always told in our family is of the silhouetted man that a few people have seen standing against the birdbath in our front garden. We have a carriage circle drive, which goes right by it, and people have reported catching him in their headlights as they drive around it. My brother and dad both saw him from their windows one night in a thunderstorm. I thought it ridiculous until I saw him too one night. I’d come home from a party, pulled up in the drive and noticed someone in the garden. I thought it had to be dad (no one else was home that weekend besides him), so I said “What are you doing out here now?” Whoever it was, they turned and walked away from me, towards the stables. I went inside, and dad was already in bed.
Other than that, we constantly have doors open of their own accord, lights in the middle of the night that no one remembers leaving on, footsteps on the stairs when everyone is in bed (in fact, one night, my sister heard the front door fly open, someone run up the stairs, stop for a few seconds, and run back down and out the door again. No one else was home that night). I’ve seen what looks like a lantern bobbing over the paddocks from my window in the middle of the night a few times. My dad has seen a boy sitting on our staircase. We don’t know if we are actually seeing or experiencing these things, or if it’s in our imaginations – but we’ve had so many instances of strange occurrences over the years, you have to believe something is going on.
But in any case, we love our home. I wouldn’t live anywhere else in the world!
@Sloane Wyatt that is so scary!! Glad you got out safely and you listened to that voice inside of you.
I believe her. A couple of times I have awoken suddenly @ night & felt..a presence beside. Other times I have been suffocated & that feeling of paralysis I am all too aware of..eek!
@ klue
What you described actually sounds like Sleep Paralysis, which is a real condition: http://www.webmd.com/sleep-disorders/guide/sleep-paralysis
@Maureen – I was JUST about to look for a link on sleep paralysis. 🙂 Not as sexy as demons/ghosts/etc, but reality rarely is. 🙂
I was going to say that. My brother often experiences sleep paralysis. He always has very realistic dreams and lingering sensory disturbances later.
Hypnagogic hallucinations are scarier than shit! It’s that joltingly horrifying image or flash you sometimes get when you’re nodding off to sleep. I always have the falling down the stairs or falling from a height one, and then jerk wide awake in bed before I hit the ground!
http://neurology.health-cares.net/hypnagogic-hallucination.php
Wow I was on Twitter during the days this happened to her(I follow her)! She was tweeting how scared she was, what should she do, if only she could show us followers the pics to see how real and scary it was but she already deleted them. I was thinking “uhh ok” because I thought she had just gone to one of those little haunted woods tours they give during Halloween. But I don’t know anything about this “gates to hell” mess. But I know one thing, I wouldn’t mess with it either way!!!
I know THAT’S right! I wish one of my friends WOULD say “you know what would be fun? Visiting one of the seven gates of hell!”. FOH with that mess!
Story to share: I was about 11 and we lived in this really old house that had a store attached to it (little country place). The room I had had a door to the rooms over the store, which were very creepy. They had been used as a hotel in the early days. One night I was reading in bed, my mom and brother were asleep, my dad was downstairs in the kitchen (directly underneath my room – I could hear him singing while making a sandwich). Where my bed was at, I faced the door to the stairway and I had my door open (the house was creepy and I hated shutting my door). I look up from my book and see this shadow on the wall of the stairway. I can hear the creaks from the stairs as the shadow keeps moving up the stairs. I absolutely froze. I can still hear my dad singing downstairs as well as my mother snoring in her room. I started screaming and the shadow just went “poof” and disappeared as my dad came running. When it disappeared I got my legs back and ran to the top of the stairs. I know this wasn’t my dad playing a prank because I could hear him running from the kitchen to the stairs. My mom came out of her room as did my brother. The next day, my folks shared some of the weird bumps, noises, and shadows they had seen too. Needless to say, I truly slept with my light on until we moved out of that house about six months later (we were, thankfully, building a new house at the time).
Thanks for sharing.
I’m not making fun of her. Isn’t this the age when some mental illnesses involving hallucinations first appear, such as schizophrenia? Those are some pretty frightening things going on in her world. I know things happen that we don’t understand, and I do believe your spirit lives on and it’s possible to sense the love or presence of someone who has died, because I have done so myself, and I know people who have had experiences similar to Kaiser’s, so I’m not judging her or trying to say she’s ill because I don’t believe exactly what she does. But if I were waking in the night with rumblings and whispers and all of that and thinking demons were present, I think I’d be terrified enough to make sure nothing was wrong physically or mentally.
To Kaiser – I’m so sorry for your loss of your father. I believe his love for you lives on and will always be a part of you.
That went through my mind too. Strong religious imagery of demons and/or angels are classic signs schizophrenia
http://suite101.com/a/demon-possession-and-psychological-disorders-a108301
Yet, there are unseen things, as well as things that are seen. There are more things in heaven and earth than are dreamt of in our philosophy.
It kind of reminded me of that movie Paranormal Activity. Hopefully she just watched it and has an overactive imagination. Or maybe she really has a demon following her around….Freaking scary!
Kaiser, that is totally crazy. And possible. And I completely believe you.
Ariana is completely full of shit.
Yeah, you don’t encounter a real demonic presence and then just roll over and go to sleep. Whatever, little girl.
Frankly, I’m quite annoyed by celebrities who feel the need to tell ridiculous tall tales or made-up exploits or little stories that simple don’t ring true upon any deep assessment.
Hi Maureen, I can understand where it would be difficult to believe that someone scared can fall asleep, but it does happen. Normally fear kicks in adrenaline, making it impossible for anyone to sleep. However, if you have been scared long enough, the adrenaline eventually stops and leaves you tired. If you are so scared you are afraid to move–like hiding in your covers–and you get no other sensory information to keep the mind occupied, it goes to sleep and then the body does. Ask any kid who has ever slept with a monster under the bed. 🙂 I suppose I am also replying because I have been terrified and fell asleep quite a bit…I lived in a house with more than monsters under the bed, and woke up wondering how I could fall asleep?!
But regarding celebrities and people in general in terms of exploits and deep assessment; I think there is much to be said on the power of suggestion…
I sure hope your home is free from monsters now. Best to you!
I’m glad you’re out of there.
I don’t clump aliens and demons/ghosts together. Aliens are a major possibility, demons on the other hand…a figment of her imagination. I suggest meds. She sounds a little loopy.
There was definitely a ghost in a house I lived in. I think it was the former owner who died shortly after buying the house. He was very young. I think he didn’t want to leave his family. Whenever I was home “alone” it always felt like someone else was with you. Also, there was one bedroom in the house no one ever wanted to sleep in because it just felt “creepy.” My brother once felt someone bang on the wall behind his head when no one else was home. He freaked out and left the house for a few days.
I don’t know who this trick is, but she might need to see a psychiatrist. Hallucinations are no laughing matter.
On the other hand, if she’s just irrational and superstitious, then yes, it’s totally ok to make A LOT of fun of her.
Why are you referring to this woman as a “trick?”
“A derogatory term for women. This word is usually used by males referring to women who engage in sexually mishcievous behavior.”
Your ancestors probably used to laugh at the irrational people who thought the world was round. Let me ask you, what faith are you of? Because I think it’s crazy that people think they can show up for mass on sundays, not eat meat on friday, etc., but still be the same unworthy, uncaring humans the rest of their lives, and then believe that it matters more to a God, what their preacher or religion says honors their God, but still gossip, hate others, have evil and anger in their hearts, yet still claim to believe in God and an afterlife? That makes no sense to me, I consider that insanity. Most religions believe in hell, yet do just the bare minimum in their lives to avoid eternal damnation? We haven’t even touched the surface as far as understanding this universe, so I think it’s pretty arrogant and unrealistic for us to think we know so much already, especially when our past history is full of the same. We should know better by now.
Go back in time a little more, Runs with Scissors.
You’ll find the original Sacred Fool was a Goddess. Baubo is the ancient female essence of the Trickster, before patriarchy got its paws on it and perverted the legend. Found in folklore before the invention of writing, Baubo plays a crucial, healing role in the Eleusian mysteries of ancient Greece.
This trick remains a much-honored figure today among many women—celebrated as a positive force of female sexuality and the healing power of laughter. Her power and energy have survived in the spirits of women down through the centuries.
http://www.goddessgift.com/goddess-myths/greek_goddess_baubo.htm
My sister was irritated one day because someone on this site called someone a trick, and she said that it’s a pseudonym for whore or prostitute. But I’ve seen it thrown around so casually that I thought it just meant ‘bitch’, and I usually don’t have a problem with bitch. But Sloane Wyatt, that’s really interesting. I’ll have to read more about it.
@Runs With Scissors – it’s a gossip site. The very name of which contains what many consider a derogatory term for a woman. I was trying to be funny. Chill out.
@Kcaia – our ancestors had excellent reasons to be superstitious – they didn’t know what was driving the world around them. We do, thanks to science and such.
And our ancestors laughing at those who thought the works was round is really a false analogy. Those who thought that the world was round based their belief on the scientific method, observation, math. It wasn’t a random belief, it had base in reality and could be proven. Unlike ghosts. I enjoy ghost stories as much as the next person, they’re fun, entertaining, scary, and all that good stuff. But I don’t actually believe in them. It’s just fun. (And I’m an atheist, btw.)
@Sloane Wyatt – interesting! I’ve only been familiar with the Loki mythology. I’ll have to look this up.
Nope. Emotions play tricks on you, your senses are not always accurate, and hallucinations can feel very real. I believe you all believe you saw it, and that is all.
I believe that just as good exists, evil does as well. And I LOVE the references to Kris Jenner being synonymous with evil!!!!
My grandfather came to me in a dream many years ago. His first great-grandchild had just been born, and he told me had come to see her (not my child, and not even in the same state, so I assume he meant he came to this realm or what have you). I remember waking up and knowing that it was real somehow. I called my mom and grandma right away to tell them. It’s something I still think about and it did have an affect on me. It made me feel special that he had chosen to visit me. Maybe because he knew I would be open to it.
When I was pregnant with my only child, my grandfather on my father’s side came to me in a dream, as well. I just remember sobbing the moment I saw him and saying “Grandpa, Grandpa!”. For some reason, I don’t remember that one as much and it was just a few years ago. I do remember that it felt like a visitation and not just a dream about him.
Both times, I KNEW they were not regular dreams.
That’s sweet. Thanks for sharing.
I believe that, I believe he used your subconscious mind to visit his grandson. I talked above about a very close friend, Ashley,that committed suicide, but now I want to explain more. A few days after she died, I heard the Selena song, ill be dreaming of you tonight, and I broke down, crying. I didn’t hear the song again until nearly a year later, and when I did, it made me remember breaking down after she died. That night, I was dreaming I was at our old high school on the football field with the whole school, but then Ashley came, and the dream dissipated, everyone else left but me and her, and she told me somethings I didn’t know about her, some things I didn’t know yet about my future, and at one point I was rambling off about my life, and her ex bf was there, she had loved him so much and he had gone nuts after she died, but he didn’t seem to be there fully, or like he was aware of it, she was just touching him gently and smiling peacefully at me while I talked, then her face changed like that of a demon and she warned me that I had to stop being so…..idk, I lost the word, but it changes sometimes in my memory. Then she smiled so serenely, the demon face had scared me, but it was ok now that, she smiled (in after earth, jaden smith has a dream/visit from his deceased sister, her face distorts to wake him with fear, like my friends did). Well, anyways, I woke up and was freaking out bc I knew it wasn’t a dream, and I had never experienced anything like that before. I was beginning to rationalize why it must have been a mind trick, bc id thought of her the day, before, when I remembered the song, ill be dreaming of, you tonight….and I knew fully then it was NOT just a dream, it, was a message. Anyways, ive always felt like my friend, used the visit to see her ex one last time. Not as the only reason or even most important, but it was just the look of pure calm and happiness on her face as she looked at him. Before she died, I had many, strange intuitions, like I didn’t want to delete her voicemails for some reason, something was, seriously telling me not to, days before her death, but I did because I didn’t follow my intuitions then. It was the last time I ever heard her voice, besides the visit, was in, those voicemails.
It must be horrible to have a close friend do such a thing. Did u have a clue that it was gonna happen? Suicide, i mean
I’ve never experienced anything like this myself, but my mother swears she has some kind of sixth sense. She always has dreams about snakes if some disaster is going to happen–the bigger the snakes, the bigger the disaster. If it’s just a small snake, usually someone has died. Twice, she had dreams about snakes so huge that they encircled the entire world. One time was the night before 9/11; the other was shortly before the tsunami in Indonesia.
I have quite a few stories to share, but let me share my second scariest (first scariest is too long and ouija board related):
My SIL was visiting with her one year old at the time, and we got into a conversation about the scary stuff that used to happen in the house where my siblings and I grew up. We had lots of stories to share, and she was telling me stuff that my brother told her; some I knew, some I didn’t. She then told me of the main reason they both started going to church–they both had the same exact dream on the same evening, where they were getting beaten by something they couldn’t see. They BOTH woke up with bruises and very sore muscles. We shivered and I thought, “Wow, I miss those weird things, they were so exciting.” Stupid.
That night, I woke around 2 or 3 AM to sleeping on my back in a “coffin” position–feet aligned with my hands crossed over my chest. I am a face-sleeping starfish bed-hog, so this was very unusual. I could not move except my eyes, and felt like I was being evenly pressed into the bed. I felt, rather than saw, something black over me and I was scared. I started praying, “Lord Jesus, please help me!” over and over and after about a minute (which seemed like forever) the pressure released me and I RAISED UP IN THE MATTRESS. That scared the tar out of me, and at that point I could move and woke up my husband crying. The black thing stayed in the room for a bit after that, but then I felt/saw two light things (beings?) and it chased the black out of the room and that was it. My husband was awake at that time, but was so groggy he said he didn’t see/hear/feel anything. And thinks I’m crazy, although the story hasn’t changed in a decade.
That’s freaky. Thanks for the story.
You should look up “sleep paralysis”…it’s something a lot of people experience…I have had it as well and have trained myself to not sleep on my back.
idk, the moment I heard of sleep paralysis, I researched into it quite a bit–that and night terrors (as the experience posted and other odd ones still bother me so many years later). However, there were some key aspects that are common with sleep paralysis that did not match my experience. I was hoping that maybe I was freaking out over suggestion and that my brain was working overtime, but honestly, with that and my (and my family’s) long history of this stuff happening–it is just something else I can’t explain. But you are right–sleep paralysis can explain quite a bit, esp. audio/visual/physical hallucinations. The aspect that just won’t fit sleep paralysis is the fact that the I raised up in the bed, and it shook the whole bed.
Pretty please tell me the ouija board related story!
Okay Lindsey, for you:
I was a young Marine on leave at my house (the center for lots of freaky activity, as well as general bad juujuu in the house), with my Marine boyfriend (who slept through everything) and my brother who, we find out later, used to try to play with black magic. My mom had a ouija board, but they never in my life worked for me–they would spell out cuss words or the planchette would just hang out at the lower end of the alphabet. The ouija would work like a shot for my brother and his friends, and I was bored that night and asked him to play with it for me. He was bored and didn’t want to, so I was disappointed.
Around 1 AM I decided to try free-writing, which is like using your body as a ouija board. So I drew an alphabet like a ouija on some paper with a “yes” and a “no” on it, and opened myself up to whatever might want to contact me. I was laying on the floor with the paper in front of me, and asking in my head who wanted to speak to me. I felt a distinct tingle that became stronger in my right hand, which held the pen, and is grew until my entire arm felt tingly and buzzy. Then it continued over my whole body until it reached my toes and then concentrated strongly in my hand and forearm, which began to move, weaving left and right, over and over.
I was excited at this point and started asking questions, thinking it would write or spell something out, but nothing happened except my arm kept moving of its own volition. So I would make my arm stop, and then let it go, just to see how hard it was to influence what was happening–it was so weird not to be in full control over a part of my own body. I could only make my arm do what I wanted if I actually thought about what I wanted to do, not via reflex which is how we normally move.
So anyway, I get bored with this and decide I had enough. I said “goodbye” to it, because that was how I thought you ended the ouija board. It circled “no” with my arm. I said “goodbye” to it several more times, for which it circled “no” enough to rip the paper. My head was on my left arm, on the floor, and after I forcefully said goodbye again, my own freaking arm slammed the pen into the floor inches in front of my face.
I freaked out, so I go to my brother explaining everything with my arm hovering/waving at waist-height. So he gets my other brother’s Catholic fiery-heart Jesus picture and I settle back on the floor with it next to the paper trying to get the thing to say “goodbye”. The pen tapped on the Jesus picture and scribbled on it in a brisk manner. So that didn’t work. My brother suggested calling my father, who was a born-again Bible-thumper, which I didn’t want to do. But, after an hour and a half of little control over my right arm, I did.
You could hear him yelling from the phone across the room. After he got over my stupidity for messing with the spirit world, he and I prayed on the phone for a long time. After about 45 minutes, the tingling went away and my arm rested. I was so relieved. But, as I was closing the conversation with my dad, it came back, and I told him that I had to figure this out on my own and hung up.
So, my brother and I prayed together, and we took the paper and the ouija board outside into the street and set it on fire, sometime after 3 or 4 AM. My mom happened to be driving back from wherever she was partying right at that time, and when we told her about it, she was like, “I can’t ever leave the house without you all setting something on fire!” and that was it. But I can tell you, as soon as the board caught fire, the tingling left immediately. I am unsure of the connection between the board itself and the free-writing, but I was free at that point and spent the rest of the night in thankful prayer.
To this day, the memory of not having control over my own arm is still freaky, and I won’t even touch a ouija, ouija box, or anything related to it. And if someone does, I don’t stay. That is powerful stuff in the guise of “fun.” No way.
So, that was my freaky story. I have a few ghost stories too, but those are for another time/post.
I will never go to a place that has a ouija board nor will I ever allow one in my house. They’ve always given me a weird feeling.
You are smart.
Me either, and after seeing a documentary on Aleister Crowley, the ouija is no toy!
I’d be very upset if one was ever used in my apartment, it’s a pretty old building.
I don’t really believe in these things, but I cannot imagine that someone who loved us in life would then try to scare us in death. I seriously doubt Ms. Ariana’s story because she has conveniently deleted the evidence, etc. Plus, there are too many actual details that are straight out of horror movies.
Thiajoka, I agree with you that those we loved in life likely wouldn’t want to scare the crackers out of us. My mother died a year ago and her boyfriend emails me of her “visitations.” I have not had any, but my prevailing thought is that I don’t want her around, because if she is hanging out with me, then she is most likely missing out on interesting/better stuff to do.
Good point. 🙂
Lockheed — now wait. If they come for a visit it can be a short and simple one. It doesn’t have to be for weeks on end. A check up is nice and comforting
Agreed! She apologized then took a picture hahaha
I’m skeptical when it comes to demons moreso than ghosts and whatnot. But from what I read deleting a picture doesn’t stop a demon haunting.
I do believe that there’s something to it, having had a few weird experiences myself and knowing others who have as well, but a good portion of the stuff people attribute to ghosts/demons/etc can be explained. But I do love the stories, so I guess I’d consider myself a believer who is skeptical at the same time.
I tend to think that smelling sulfur and seeing a fly in the car just means that a very common insect got in the car, and you drove past a sewage plant. Or someone had Taco Bell for dinner. The rest sounds like sleep paralysis, and a young girl getting herself freaked out and jumping to supernatural conclusions.
I consider myself a skeptic who loves to read, hear, and watch anything supernaturally inclined. I love it when a movie scares the crap out of me. Usually doesn’t happen. I love the Asian horror films best.
The strike of a match can give off a sulfur smell, so can Garbage decomposing, Living organisms decomposing (road kill).
Some animals/insects even give off a strong rotten egg smell as a defense mechanism, such as a skunk, palm meadow etc. Flies are attracted to putrescent odors. If it is rotting and was once alive, the flies are attracted. It’s science, but this girl acts like its supernatural (which makes her sound ignorant and uneducated).
*I’m not saying the experiences of everyone here are implausible, I’m just saying what she’s presenting as proof of haunting can clearly be explained scientifically.
What she’s saying are all things easily debunked (and in fact, they HAVE been debunked with regard to Stull Cemetery.)
Believing in the paranormal does not make one uneducated. Believing blindly without utilizing any scientific method to attempt to find a caused based in the normal is what makes one uneducated.
Agreed! Asian horror movies ARE the best!
Not to mention that she was driving through Missouri and sulfur is a VERY common rural smell from livestock and fertilizer.
Although I haven’t really ever experienced anything otherworldly I believe in it. I had a Ouija board as a teenager and when I was pregnant had an irrational compulsion to get that thing out of my house. My friends and I would visit all the “haunted” sites and I explain the few odd things that happened on a lack of sobriety. She is young, I’ll go with she believes what she is saying is real.
She’s either:
A) schizophrenic
B) dropping acid
C) watching too much Supernatural
D) any combination of the above
Easily suggestible. That’s what I think a lot of it is, with people I know anyway.
Supernatural hahaha that show is quite funny
Now where is my iron and salt!?
Driver picks the music, shotgun shuts his cakehole.
😉
D).
I have experienced some stuff that people can’t understand. We have this cultural practice of burying the death in the room they lived in. I wasn’t born when my grand dad was alive, but when i was six years old i saw him. I was sitting with my mom and my aunts in their childhood home, a tall man walked out from the wall and made his way to the room i later discovered was my grand dad’s. He never looked at me, and the people around me did not see him. From what i was able to gather from subsequent years the man matched my grand’s description.
I also saw another ghost a few years later, he was wearing all white and sitting under a tree. Maybe am weird or something, but i could foresee death of people i knew but their identities are always hidden in the dream…til they die in real life.
“Burying the death in the room they lived in?”
I don’t follow what you mean.
I think that she means that the dead will lie in state in their bedroom. In other words, the wake takes place in the bedroom of the deceased rather than a funeral home.
I am Filipino. My grandparents lived in the province (sort of a village). When my grandfather died, his coffin remained in the living room until the funeral. It didn’t bother me, as I was 5 years old at the time. Instead of receiving mourners/guests at a funeral home, the family did it at home. Imagine sleeping just a few feet away from a coffin. I think that this is a common practice in the villages, but not so much in the big cities.
Twenty something years later, my grandmother passed away, and her coffin also remained in the living room until the funeral . I wasn’t able to attend due to finances, but it would have freaked me out to sleep under the same roof as my deceased grandmother. Strange how it never scared me as a child when my grandfather had passed. My cousin likes to tease me and ask, “When are you coming to visit? Mamang (Ilocano term for grandmother) is waiting for you!”
Ugh I will never forget waking up in the middle of the night when I was in high school, and seeing what looked to be the outline of a man on his knees kneeling at the end of my bed, staring at me. I woke up completely and could still see him there, so without moving/with my heart racing I pretended to still be asleep, and then leaped from my bed and ran into the hallway as fast as I could. When I didn’t hear a sound I flicked on my light and there was no one there. Still gives me chills thinking about it 10 years later.
It might offer some comfort to know that something at the end of your bed is not necessarily trying to do you harm
My mother was getting frightened because she would see “people” standing next to my father in the middle of the night while he was sleeping.
At a psychic reading, the psychic mentioned that what mt mother was seeing were my father’s relatives urging him in his dreams to start taking better care of his health.
Hmm very interesting, that def makes me feel better, thank you 😊
I’m so glad someone posted a link on Sleep Paralyisis! So many of these stories sound like it. I’ve had it the last 3-4 years of my life, it started on my 25th birthday oddly enough. I was so so scared. I’m a Christian, and do believe in demons, and it was the first thing I thought of when I first experienced it. I’ve never been more scared in my life. I’ve learned to control it a little bit, usually there’s some sort of “sign” that it’s going to happen (i’ll hear whispering in my ear, or a child talking even though I lived by myself at the time), and i’ll wake myself up and walk around. It usually goes away the first time I do that, but on occasion i’ll have to do it a few times. If I let it go on because i’m so tired, my whole body gets paralyzed and it just gets worse and worse. I’ll feel whispering in my ear. I feel hands trailing on my body. The bed presses down beside me as it someone is laying on it. I see dark figures moving. And I can’t move, I can’t talk I can’t do anything. It is honestly SO SO scary and i’m glad i’m not the only one who suffers from it, but it is controllable once you learn your own cues that it’s going to happen. Freaky stuff!!!
Sleep Paralysis is terrifying.
Don’t sleep on your back. Sleep paralysis is much more likely to happen when sleeping on your back. I have trained myself to sleep on my side or stomach only…it has worked for me.
I absolutely believe in otherworldly stuff, but I keep thinking I read a blind that pointed to this gal and it was about rampant drug use, or something . . . anyone else remember what I am talking about? I might be thinking of someone else . . .
I bet it was your father, K. I have had that sh-t happen to me, too, and it is SEVERE, and awesome.
Ariana is not a drug user…the blind item was not about her. Ariana lives a pretty clean lifestyle. She grows her own organic veggies, she’s vegan, etc.
River Phoenix was a vegan…and an addict.
Man, the only thing remotely paranormal I’ve experienced is sensing things before they happen. Like gut feeling,. When I was nine, I was staying over at my grandparents house and when my parents came to get me, I felt so sick to my stomach about leaving and begged them to let me stay one more night, even if it meant missing school. Of course they wouldn’t, and I left that night. I remember staring at the full moon and the feeling being unshakable as we drove home.
The next day my grandpa had a heart attack. He passed away a few weeks later.
I had a dream once, only once with him in it. In the dream, the room was white and it was just me and him. He told me that he had been really sick and he had to go and that he loved me.
Maybe it was just a dream or maybe it was just the closure I had needed.
And cut to a six years later, I had been getting this weird feeling again, during school. It was a mixture of depression and a weird gut feeling. It happened for three days, and it ended the day my family had gotten a phone call that my other grandfather had committed suicide.
So yeah. Maybe I’m just extra keen of my senses? I’ve learned to listen to my feelings though. They haven’t served me wrong yet.
I would argue that maybe subconsciously you noticed more than you realized and saw that your grandpa was ill without realizing it consciously. I also have “feelings” and “sense things” and that’s how I’ve come to define it, that my subconscious mind is noticing things. I think I’d be a great fake psychic if only I could live with myself for playing on people’s superstitious fears.
I get that same feeling. It won’t go away until I figure out what’s wrong. Once it was when my BFF’s son got hurt, and then recently had it for a few days and then bam, big problem at work.
I’m a scientist, an atheist, and I always default to rational, fact-based reasoning. But I cannot explain the voices, breathing, and other sounds my husband and I hear in our guest bedroom if one of us sleep there. And that frustrates me because I shouldn’t believe in ghosts, yet I do.
I’ve had tons of experience with the paranormal (hence my screen name.” First of all, the Pope (it was said to be Pope JP2) never refused to fly over Stull Cemetery. That’s an urban legend. And a lot of the stuff around Stull Cemetery has been debunked.
That being said, I have seen and heard a lot of very very strange things in my 20+ years of investigating the paranormal. And when I join a paranormal team, I’m usually the chief skeptic and the first to look for scientific or psychological reasons for occurrences. But I have experienced things I cannot explain and have been in places I will never go to again due to the overwhelming sense of negative presence. I’m friendly with Barry FitzGerald (Ghost Hunters International) and we’ve had many long debates about hauntings. He’s more open to believe places haunted than I am.
I think a lot of stuff can be debunked and explained. A LOT. But then there are those weird things that make me wonder. When at least six people who hardly know each other stop by my flat and talk about seeing a cat and try to follow it or find it and there isn’t a cat, and they’re totally sober and it’s even mid-afternoon and none of them are into supernatural stuff or pranks…..for this I have no explanation. So I keep an open view about some things.
My parents got married across the street from that cemetery. I’ve been there. It’s not really that creepy.
It”s all due to infrasound. It’s noise at a low frequency…you don’t consciously hear it, but your ears can sense it. There is a great article on cracked.com about “a researcher named Vic Tandy. In the engineering building where Tandy worked, cleaning staff as well as fellow researchers complained of feeling dread, depression and a strange feeling that someone was watching them and every so often the staff would see dark figures out of the corners of their eyes. After eliminating gas poisoning and rogue equipment, Vic realized that the ghostly apparitions seemed to almost always occur in a certain section of the lab. He also realized that if he put a metal sheet in a vice, it would spontaneously vibrate uncontrollably for no apparent reason. Specifically, a silent exhaust fan was sending out low frequency vibrations that bounced back and forth on the lab’s walls until they formed a powerful wave. And, according to a NASA study, it was powerful enough to resonate with the average human eyeball, causing “smeared” vision. This is a phenomenon where the eye vibrates just enough to register something static — say, the frame of your glasses or a speck of dust — as large, moving shapes. Predictably enough, once the vibrating fan was removed, the strange apparitions and feelings of fear disappeared. Convinced that he had stumbled onto something, Vic Tandy went on to test this explanation for ghostly apparitions in the cellar of a nearby “haunted” abbey. According to the locals, as soon as someone would step into the cellar they would freeze up, see strange gray ghosts and have to leave because of nausea. Vic discovered that the shape of the cellar, the hallway leading to it as well as nearby factories all contributed in making the haunted cellar a perfect resonating chamber. The vibrations created were exactly 18.9Hz and were most powerful at the threshold of the cellar, where most people became sick and terrified.
Mother nature is also creating this type of low frequency vibration all the time. Volcanos, earthquakes, strong ocean waves and even winds hitting the hillside in just the right spot can create infrasound. Even animals can create it, and tigers are particularly well known as a source. The frequency of a tiger’s roar is around 18Hz. Also, all of the things that create the infrasound are huge, powerful and dangerous. Evolution might have taught us that this sound means Bad News”
Yes. I’ve heard of this too and it helps explain many things we sense.
@IDK, fascinating explanation. Thank you!
IDK – Great explanation and completely true. What happens with infrasound and electromagnetic frequency is you actually create a “fear cage” and anything within that fear cage is susceptible to nausea, hallucinations (visual and auditory), paranoia, etc. All things that can appear to point to a haunting, but actually have very physical reasons for occurring. There are also naturally occurring substances like limestone that can act as an antenna for infrasound and EMF.
Hey guys, thanks. I just quoted from an article I read on another website. It is fascinating and really does explain so much !
I woke up with morning breath.
That’s a sign of a demon.
Sorry, I believe somewhat in the paranormal from having experiences myself but with her ‘sign of a demon’ thing I just can’t. That’s like saying ‘But I am a talented actress’ over and over. If you have to keep selling it, probably not true. So I’m calling BS.
I do believe in the paranormal and have had many experiences. I can tell if a house is haunted within minutes of being there due to actually, not joking at all, growing up on an old Indian burial ground in Wisconsin. Tons of unexplained things happened in my childhood home and my Mom regularly sees apparitions there. I once even took a baseball bat down into the basement after hearing what sounded like someone beating rugs or throwing things around there (it was daytime, I was 15, and my parents were home so I wasn’t just freaking myself out in the night or anything). My sister and I both heard footsteps going up and down the basement stairs when I was 10 and she was 17 and my parents were out for the night. I hated being there alone and always felt a presence or someone watching me. When I was old enough to stay home alone I always shut all the blinds and curtains because I felt like there was something watching me through the windows. Things would go missing and show up in obvious places a day or two later. My Mom called that spirit the ‘gremlin’ and still jokes about how ‘the gremlin took it!” I’m 27 now and still feel strange things when I stay with my parents for holidays.
In college I lived with some friends and our place was definitely haunted – when I stayed there alone I set the alarm and wouldn’t leave my room. I heard voices, whispers, felt knocks on the bottom of my bed, and strangely heard the sound of ladders against the house. A few years later I lived with my boyfriend in a house his Grandmother actually died in but I knew she moved on and I was never scared to be alone there even though it was out in the middle of nowhere in the woods.
My Mom regularly has dreams that come true. She knows when someone in our family and extended family is pregnant and whether they will lose the baby or if it will be healthy, and things like that. I have had a few dreams myself that came true, the scariest being when I was around 9. I saw my cat dead in a field with his tongue out. A week later he went missing, and I found him the field exactly how he looked in my dream. I had a boyfriend that cheated on me with his ex, and during that time I kept dreaming about it before I found out. Just dreams that he was far away from me, dreams that his ex showed up in, ect. After I found out they stopped.
The paranormal is a strange grey area. I think the more you believe in it and let it in the stronger it becomes.
Okay, I saw one part of your comment that I have in common. My dreams have alerted me to things such as death and unfaithfulness from my kid’s dad as well as being able to see the images of homes and other details to the T. Very graphic details from my dream that I end up seeing in real life. That’s the one thing that I can’t figure out as far as supernatural abilities. Since I was a kid I was able to see things my parents couldn’t and now my daughter has moments when she runs from the other room scared. I think the paranormal is real just that this girl I doubt had an experience in the way she says she did. From what I know about demons they don’t just leave because you delete a picture.
Does your mom have any type of information on the dreams such as why? I’m still searching for an answer.
Dommy, she doesn’t really know why they come and she can’t control them. She’ll just call me and say “Hey, are you doing ok, I had a dream…” They don’t all come true but she’s freaked me out quite a few times. Hers also are more symbolic sometimes than literal. My cousin lost a baby and a week before it happened my mom dreamt about a tiny baby bunny in a plastic case with tubes all hooked up to it. She called the next day and told me that my cousin was going to lose the baby but she didn’t want to tell her. My Mom actually called me the other day and said she was worried because she had a dream that an old lady died that was somehow related to our family, so we’ll see if anything comes of that.
I also have dreams in regards to people I am very close to like my sister where I can kind of tell their moods or what’s going on in their life. I had a series of dreams where my sister died (first one she died, second one was the funeral, third we were cleaning out her stuff) and I called her to ask what was up and she was having a really hard time with work and was sick, and somehow I just knew although I hadn’t talked to her in a few weeks. I had similar dreams when my best friend was having a baby – dreams that I had a baby or was pregnant, just things like that which I had never had before or since.
I wish there was some sort of answer, but my Mom just thinks she’s really in tune with the spiritual world and they tell her these things in dreams. Mine are much more rare than hers but I guess I feel the same – if you pay attention, it seems like there’s something out there that will show you things before they happen or while they are. It’s strange you also had dreams about your children’s father’s unfaithfulness. When it happened to me I didn’t want to believe it, I thought I was just freaking myself out over nothing. But exactly when I had the dreams is when he was hooking up with his ex.
I also once had the same dream as someone else I hadn’t spoken to in over 4 years. He randomly contacted me and said he had a dream about me the other night. I told him I had a dream about him too, and as we described it to each other it was completely the same dream down to the details of who was in it, where it took place, ect. Very strange, never really figured that one out!
I went and did some reading after I commented. From what I’ve gathered they are premonitions. Apparently it’s in our genetic make-up from waaaaaay earlier based on the predator-prey angle. There are instances of dream and wake premonitions. I was working at my one job years ago when I had first met the father of my child and I was sitting there when I suddenly just had this bad feeling and ended up getting flashes of images. I talk to him later that night and I was able to describe something that happened the day after I got that. I’ve gotten bad feelings that surrounded my brother before and after he died. And unfortunately the ones of kid’s dad being unfaithful that all turned out to be true. I’m not saying psychic by any means but there is definitely a lot on this subject and others (demon, possession, haunting) that we haven’t even began to discover. But the dreams/feelings typically occur with those we’re closest to so says the reading.
My childhood house I wouldn’t go downstairs to the lower area of the garage and laundry room. It gave me all sorts of creeps. I avoided that area but my sister slept down there and she has had many experiences of being paralyzed while laying in her bed and having shadows move. My room had experiences but they weren’t bad but rather good. Apparently there was a black cat that stayed upstairs and in my room but no one ever saw it until I moved out. My closet doors would open and shut, my cups would fall from the table but there was never a bad feeling like there was when I walked downstairs.
God, I’m about to start watching Paranormal State and Witness again hahaha
We shall unite against the forces of unfaithfulness!
Ha ha, I love it – unite against the forces of unfaithfulness! Yes!
That’s very interesting information, thanks for sharing! I need to do some reasearch of my own now, I’m intrigued. Glad I’m not the only one who has had weird dreams and feelings that come true. I did notice then when I put more focus on it and thought about it more – IE the ‘ghosts’, dreams, ect, they were more evident and happened more often. When I made myself stop letting it in, the instances definitely went down. I think the more receptive you are the more you let in.
@Prettylights, Go to the light Carol Anne!
But in all seriousness, the cheating clairvoyance is something I’d definitely like to have.
Kaiser it was more than likely your Dad. I’ve been involved in paranormal investigation for a long while. What Ariana is describing is real. Demons are nothing to trifle with.
Anyone ever experience sleep paralysis? I have since I was a kid, and it’s the scariest f*cking thing that has ever happened to me, hands down. I refuse to watch scary movies, so none of those influenced this. In the best paralyses, I am immobile and unable to speak, but fully conscious; in the worst ones, something drags me out of bed and down a hallway at breakneck speed. It is TERRIFYING. I’m also a lucid dreamer, so I have taught myself that when a sleep paralysis state comes on, I begin to pray in my head. It’s all I can do. You absolutely feel there is a malevolent presence with you.
Terrifying. I’ve had nights where I’ve felt like someone was standing over me, putting their hands on my neck and moving them away, like they were indecisive… I want to turn away but I can’t, I can’t scream.. I’ve found as mentioned above, to try not to fall asleep on my back. As well, when it’s happening, I try to concentrate really hard on moving just a small part of my body, like wiggling my fingers or toes.. Works sometimes!
(Chuckled at our similar usernames btw 🙂 )
I get this too sometimes and you’re right, it’s absolutely terrifying! I know it’s not paranormal but it still freaks me out. Usually in mine something drags me out of bed and spins me around the room by my feet and I’m helpless to stop it or move at all.
I also lucid dream sometimes, and I love doing that. I used to have these recurring nightmares from a young age through college. I finally started lucid dreaming so when I had the dreams I could remember that I had them before and change the outcome. Now I don’t have them anymore, I guess controlling them helped them go away!
@Prettylights: Lucid dreams are awful in my opinion. Just the pits. I was on some medication for a while that caused them and I refused to stay on the medication. It was a medication to help stop smoking and it worked as far as that went, but I couldn’t deal with the side effects.
@thiajoka Was it Chantix? I was on that twice. The second time I had to stop taking it because I was so depressed. I felt like I hated everything all the time and was just a constant b*tch. It did make me have crazy dreams, but I have always had intense memorable dreams so it wasn’t that big of a deal to me. I still vividly remember dreams I had when I was as young as 9. Sorry you had a bad experience with that, it can be very scary!
@prettylights–lucid dreaming…that’s what it’s called, wow. There was one room in our house that no one but one of my brothers could sleep because everyone would have nightmares. One of my other brothers got my parents to kick me out of my bed (so he could have it) and into that room with my brother, but I would have nightmares 3-4 times a night, every night. I was exhausted and dreaded sleeping. Finally, after a long while, I learned to do what I called “dreamscaping”–what I guess is lucid dreaming–because the fear would just get too much. I learned to stop whatever was happening in the dream, say, “this can’t happen in real life!” and I would wake up. Eventually I got my bed back, but no one except the one brother ever slept in that room, ever. In later years it became an office instead, because no one could sleep well there.
I actually think a lot of “paranormal” stuff can be explained. Whenever I start thinking about ghosts and the like, I always remember the time when we first moved into our house. We have friends who have a young daughter and, on our first night there, they came over and were helping us move stuff around. I remember finding the young girl (probably about 4 at the time) wandering around in the master bedroom. She then, matter of factually, stated to me that the house was haunted. Later that night, I woke up to a jingling sound in the living room. I went out to see what was up, and I found my dog on the couch (the jingling was her collar), growling softly at an empty space across the room.
After that, some occasional weird stuff would happen. Lights would flicker on and off by themselves. Sometimes, lights would come on fully by themselves and stay on. I would often go to sleep in darkness and then wake up in the middle of the night with my bedside lamp on. One time, my husband and I woke up to the sound of voices in the living room. LOUD voices. The radio had turned itself on. Occasionally, the TV would turn on and off by itself.
I was convinced something was up, something scary. My husband, on the other hand, was a total skeptic. He had the wiring fixed (it was an older house) to prove that the weird stuff was electrical in nature and lo and behold — all the lighting issues and stuff turning itself on/off completely disappeared. And we also took our dog to the vet — she is just getting old/cranky and has started grumble growling to herself wherever she is: on walks, over at my parents’ house, at our house, in the car… My friends’ daughter also has a pretty active imagination. Later that year, she told me that mermaids were hiding in the back of the grocery store, LOL! So, everything turned out to have a pretty reasonable explanation.
That said, it’s not that I don’t believe in paranormal stuff. It’s just that I think there is a very precise design to the world and the phenomenon that we see. It would definitely surprise me if ghosts or demons existed as horror movies paint them.
I had an experience sort of like yours, Kaiser. On the anniversary of my mum’s death (my first night alone in my new apartment BTW), a mirror fell and broke in the middle of the night! I was terrified, and since then took it as an omen, because I was robbed when I lived there, and so I moved out shortly after.
The morning that my Grandma died, who was very close to my older brother and my entire family, he had gotten the call that she was in the hospital so he was showering and getting ready to go there. At the exact time she died his hot water went out and the shower went cold. This had never happened in his house before.
That morning as well my family was trying to call me to let me know she was in the hospital but my cell phone was on silent and I was asleep. Around the time my Grandma died my cat was crawling all over me, meowing in my ear and pulling my hair to try to wake me up. He does that occasionally for food, but never to the extent he was that morning – he just would not stop.
After the funeral my family was trying to figure out how to pay for the funeral, since my Grandma didn’t have coverage for it. My Mom heard my Grandma’s voice in her head say “Don’t worry about it, go look in the top left drawer of my dresser”. It happened three days in a row so she finally did, and found an envelope full of money – enough to cover the funeral and some left over.
Thanks for sharing that, Prettylights. Wow so many different signs!
On the night that my mum died, I was out with a friend and had the strangest feeling come over me, like I was very worried about my mum, to the point of asking if they will be there for me later if anything happens. It was so strange, I had to leave and go home, and then found out she had died (she was not ill or anything, my step-father was abusive, and well…that’s how she died). I’ve never really had such a strong intuitive feeling (don’t really know how to describe it) but I’ve definitely learned to go with my gut feeling since then.
Wow Mingy, I’m so sorry you went through that. That must have been so hard.
I do think that we just know things sometimes. Our energy is so tied up with the people that we care for that I think when something big like that happens it creates waves that affect other things, if that makes sense.
Yes absolutely, that makes a lot of sense. And yea, that was the hardest, most painful experience ever.
@mingy, so incredibly sorry for your loss. I’m very passionate about the subject of domestic violence (ever since handling the funeral of a 21 year old young lady who was shot by her boyfriend-who then turned the gun on himself).
I’m a hardened skeptic when it comes to the supernatural, but I will share another story. When I was 8 I saw a raven haired lady in an ivory lace dress at the foot of my bed. She would smile and sit for a while, then disappear. I was never afraid because this was always in the full light of the morning and the lady always appeared quite happy. My mom, who is quite religious, used to tell me it was “the Virgin Mary.” Fast forward to my mid-twenties, my uncle gave me a framed photo as a wedding gift. I immediately recognized the photo as the woman who visited me. I asked my uncle who it was and he said it was my grandmother (who had died giving birth to my father). I told him I thought she had appeared to me as a child wearing an ivory, lace gown. He said, that was her wedding dress and we buried her in it.
@MorticiansDoItDeader, Thanks you so much, it happened when I was 15, and 15 years later and I’m still not over it, I guess that’s not really something you get over completely.
So wow, your grand-mother had been visiting you! As a kid that would have scared me for sure :). But wow, your relatives must have freaked when you told them! Has she ever come to you since then?
I do beleive that there’s something supernatural out there, and I do beleive in the element of spirit. There has to be some explanation for all of the paranormal experiences humans have had, and beliefs of otherworldly beings, since the beginning of time. It can’t all just be hallucinations and lies. Maybe there are things that exist on a plane or realm other than our own.
I’ve never had a paranorormal experience of my own, but when we were kids our parents wanted us to watch Darkness Falls with them. We agreed, just to prove how tough we were, and afterward, my twin sister was creeped out for a while. I was only a little creeped, because at the end of the movie our mom had to tell us, “You know, Connecticut isn’t far from Massachusetts.”
My dad’s mother, who also still beleives that black cats are unlucky 🙁 says that God sent her a prophetic dream revealing that our dad was ‘committing fornication’ at 17. She also said that she can sense it when someone brings a book related to the occult or demons in her house. I would think that she was BS-ing, but she’s been right every time, even though she never saw me with any of my vampire or demon books beforehand, and I would get rid of the book before she could find it.
You have a twin sister? Me too!
My only “paranormal” experiences have been with her. One time we were riding in the car together and an ad came on the radio announcing a concert. We nearly drove off the road, we both just had this crazy feeling. We knew SOMETHING was going to happen. We went to the concert and ended up being pulled from the audience and became friends with the band for nearly 10 years. The band experience wasn’t what made it special…it was that we both had this incredibly unique feeling that ended up being correct.
There was another time that I had this intense feeling of “I HAVE TO FIND MY SISTER”. I was at the college library and felt desperate panic. I ended up borrowing my roommates car to go find her. It turned out that there was a guy who was trying to forcefully put the moves on my sister, and I have always felt that my showing up kept him from getting ugly and violent.
paranormalgirl: what places have u visited and never wan to again due to negative energy? where in the US r those places located? (making sure so that i never venture within 20 miles of them!)
thanks!
Oh shut the front gate! What a load of bulsh, this girl sounds like she is off her meds. You guys actually believe this? Come onnnnnn.
I used to get spooked by things like that, but then I discovered skepticism. There are weird freaky things that happen to me every now and then, but rather than chalk it up to anything supernatural, I just simply shrug it off as something I can’t explain and doesn’t require an explanation. I don’t see a problem with just saying “I don’t know”.
Kaiser I 100% believe it was your Dad letting you know he was okay.
I’ve had quiet few experiences so I definitely believe in the supernatural. for eg, when I was younger I was woke up terrified from a dream, sweating, shaking the works, I was on the verge of tears and then I saw this little hand come down and hold mine and it was my little cousin who was murdered when she was a child.
The day my Nanna died of cancer she looked at the window and said “oh hello there my little girl” and she said it was my cousin and she had come to take her. she died a few hours later.
My Grandfather died when I was 9 and for 2 or so years afterwards I would always go sit in his room because I could feel him there still.
My Grandma died when I was 20 and I went back into her room (her body was still in there) to say goodbye one last time before she was taken away and I felt someone come in but when I turned no one was there and then all of a sudden I could smell my granddads smell and I knew he had come for my Grandma.
The night after my Grandma died, I took it hard as we had been close, I was lying in bed sobbing away and I felt the room get really warm, like cosy warm, and then I felt someone sit on my bed and I knew it was my Grandma and she was there to tell me she was ok.
My younger cousin was full on in denial about my Grandma dying and was acting like nothing had happened and then the night after Grandma visited me she visited my cousin and my cousin finally acknowledged Grandma’s passing. she said her room got all misty and she could see Grandma. My other cousin used to live next door to Grandma as a child and he would sneak over and knock on the door and hide and a day or two after Grandma died someone knocked on his door and no one was there and he said he just knew it was Grandma. And then my Dad, who has a very hard time showing emotions and always tries to hold it together for everyone else, was sitting at his desk the day before my Grandma’s funeral and pencil bounced off of his desk. It was Grandma.
I felt Grandma come and visit me a lot after she passed, maybe she knew I wasn’t coping too well with her death and she wanted to let me know she was okay. Her visits stopped after a while but a couple of years ago I was in a very stressful situation. I had been asked by a friend to move in with him to help him out as he had been in an accident a couple of years before and was now a quadriplegic. He needed someone there 24/7 as he had spasms at night which moved his legs and out stress on his body and could cause a heart attack. he only had carers until 9pm. I was told his family wouldn’t help him and basically sold a bs sob story (that may sound harsh but trust me it isn’t). 2 days in I realised it wasn’t that his family wouldn’t help, it was that they no longer could because he had become a raging arsehole who terrorised everyone. He was already arrogant and a bit jerky before his accident but it was like the accident blocked that from my brain and I just felt sorry for him. He would rage at every one for the most crazy things. Eg One day he didn’t like how one of his carers placed his feet on his wheel chair. She got screamed at for 5 minutes. Another day he went psycho at one because she had been away sick and he didn’t like the replacement the agency had sent. One night he woke me up because he thought his catheter was blocked (it wasn’t) and I told him it didn’t look blocked and there was urine in the bucket but I wasn’t a trained nurse so I couldn’t be sure and could I call one of his carers. He started raging at me for trying to boss him around. I mean full on psycho until I was in tears. Those are just some of the incidents. So I was stressed, my hair was falling out , I was losing weight rapidly, I couldn’t eat. I couldn’t see the light at the end of the tunnel because I couldn’t just move out because he couldn’t be alone at night and I was afraid he would die. On one of the worst nights I felt someone sit on my bed and I felt love and warmth and I knew it was my Grandma. The next day I told him he had to find someone else to live with him because I couldn’t anymore and I moved out 2 weeks later and his Mum moved back in.
My cousins fiancée died and then a few years later my cousin had a baby. When her daughter was a baby she would make facial expressions that were just like my cousins fiancée which freaked out my cousin and then when the baby was about 2 or 3 she would randomly start laughing while looking in the corner or at a wall or something and sometimes randomly say “he’s silly/funny/whatever” she would talk to whoever it was and pause as though he was answering back etc. One day my cousin asked her what the man looked like (she’d already told my cousin it was a man) and she described my cousins fiancée to a T and my cousin was freaked out.
My Dad believes in the paranormal/supernatural as well and once when I was going to a sleep over he asked what we would be doing and I said we were going to play with a Ouija board and he made me swear right then and there that I would never use one of them and if the other girls did I would call him immediately to come and get me. he said you don’t know what you might invite in. a couple of years ago (after my Grandma died) my Dad saw a psychic as a last resort for guidance on how to help my brother (he is a troubled) and the psychic told my Dad real things that this guy couldn’t have known, and I don’t mean random vague cr*p I mean detailed stuff. He even said “your mother visits your daughter because she knows she hasn’t handled her death well and wants to make sure she is ok”. I mean how could he have known that?! And it’s true, I was sad. Really sad. My Grandma and I had been so close. I had withdrawn a bit from my social life, I wasn’t as vibrant as I had been. He couldn’t have known any of that though.
I never believed in ghosts or demons, but I can get down with other life out there in the galaxy but that said when my great grandmother died I had a dream about her the very morning she died. Like early morning. I remember I was dreaming something else entirely and she appeared, freaked the f*ck out of me (because hey, she was interrupting my dream lol) and told me something. I couldn’t hear what she said but she left from the dream after that.
A couple hours later I got the phone call from my mom that our grandmother had passed. I was asked if I wanted to come see her body in the hospital and I remember saying, no it’s okay…we already said our goodbyes.
Whether it was all just in my head, a feeling or an inkling that my subconscious picked up on and projected into my dream I don’t know, but that dream oddly made me feel better and I often wondered after that, “what if…”
All that said though my dad’s crazy gf claims to see aliens like, daily, and swears up and down her grandson is being haunted but I have a hard time believing it all.
A story about the horror of mental illness:
Here in Germany you can call a radio host at night, tell him your stories and he’ll give you advice. One woman called and started talking about her hallucinations and how it’s getting worse. Then she explained that she saw a clown without a face, who was with her all the time. The radio host asked if he was with her right now and she said “yes”. She saw him all the time, when she was with friends or at night in bed. Most recently he got violent but when she tried to defend herself she couldn’t touch him. Fyi, she was raped twice and had serious mental issues. THAT IS SO SCARY.
Here’s my most recent experience, though it didn’t happen to me exactly:
My mother died of cancer a year and two weeks ago yesterday. She died on her mother’s couch after a grueling battle. It was sad, and everyone was there when she passed.
Two days later, my brother and I were staying with her still, to ensure she was okay (seriously, a stronger no-nonsense woman you would never meet) and were getting ready to go grocery shopping. My grandmother came out of her room, looked at us strangely, and then sat down. She said she would have to tell us right now, otherwise she might never tell anyone ever. My brother and I were like, “oooookay.”
She said she was taking a nap, with her door open, so that the doorknob faced the bed (the door is on the same wall as the head of the bed). She felt like someone was there, so she opened her eyes and looked at the door, which had a large index card on it, and canted so that she could read it while laying down. She said there were three or four sentences on it, but that she didn’t have her glasses, but the one phrase she could make out on the card was “there is life.” While she was struggling to read it and thinking about getting her glasses, the card disappeared.
This woman is as grounded as you can get, and I am so glad we were there and she decided to risk telling us, because it was a relief for all of us. Oh, and a note about the index card, as a business woman, my grandmother utilizes them on/in/with everything she does, so it seemed that its use was specific as a message for her.
It makes me really sad to know so many people blindly accept this kind of thing as true without considering rational explanations.
Same here.
Thank you, everyone, for sharing such personal, meaningful stories. I just spent a good part of the afternoon reading most, if not all, of them. I was feeling alone in my weirdness today; but I feel much better now–knowing that so many people around the world would defy normalcy to share such experiences.
Also, I’d like to add one thing. My little sister gets sleep paralysis that exactly resembles what others on this thread have described. Has anyone considered that, even though neurologists have labeled sleep paralysis as a sleep disorder, that it might be extra-terrestrial or supernatural in nature?
Strangely maybe to most, but this happens. She needs to have an energy cleansing done. Something similar happened to me in NYC. She needs to get rid of that energy. Might sound ridiculous to some, but it is what it is. You have to get rid of that negative energy, it will follow you. Long story, but once you have someone who knows what they’re doing, get rid of “it”, you feel amazing. It’s not in your head. Trust.