no, so i cant talk about it…

I'm done with this discussion Poet.

you have your opinion and i have mine whether you

think im allowed to or not. we'll never agree on this

topic, so there is no reason to keep talking about it.

Hey, don't make me stop this car and come back there to you two…I swear to God, I'll do it….

I don't think you will. /tongue.png' class='bbc_emoticon' alt=':P' />

He won't, or else my friend in the glovebox will show him the benefits of "flow-through ventilation!" LOL!!!!

Hmmmmm, unless my friend is bigger, and mine aint constricted to the glovebox…. /biggrin.png' class='bbc_emoticon' alt=';)' />

And…we're moving on. Moving…moving….

This is a thread about experiences that sparked interest in paranormal. Let's continue with that discussion and leave all of the other quien mas macho stuff to the other forums out there.

Thank you.

…Says the chick with the pink gun…sorry Karen had to go there…now back to our regularly scheduled forums….

I grew up in an old, 10 room New England farmhouse. We had a little attic, a big attic and a cellar that had a coal chute, a pantry full of ancient preserves, a stone foundation and dirt floor. There were many, many creepy feelings in that house but being a kid, I didn't know any different. I just remember being scared to go down to the cellar because I imagined I was being watched and always felt that I needed to run up those stairs because whatever was down there was gonna GET me! We would play in the attics but playtime usually was halted by something that would send us screaming for our lives! Mom worked so we were home watching lots of Creature Double Feature and I am sure that contributed to our imaginations of ghosts and demons. Plus, my big brother really enjoyed scaring the bejeezus out of all his little sisters- he felt it was his duty.

As far as actual events that sparked my interest I've had a few. The following have left the biggest impression on me:

When I was about 23, I went to my kitchen sink to rinse my coffee cup out and two steak knives that were washed and placed in the dish strainer spun out and landed in the pockets of my bathrobe points up. Needless to say, this scared the ***** out of me.

In my early 40's when we were overseas we went to Dachau, Germany during the Days of Rememberance. I found that I was feeling a bit ill when taking the tour of this concentration camp. I summed it up to a natural reaction to being exposed to this "work camp" where so much pain and suffering took place. Maybe that is all it was but at the time, I was overwhelmed to the point where I had to step away and get ahold of my emotions. This is a location where true evil was allowed to exist and I think for a minute I may have tapped into that despair.

Most recently this past March. I was staying at my sister's house and she made up the extra bedroom into a very comfortable guest room for me. The first night there I was sleeping and someone pulled up the covers and tucked me in just like Moms do with little kids. The next morning I thanked my sister for coming and tucking me in saying how sweet that was. She looked at me like I was nuts and said she didn't do that. I am sure that this really happened, it wasn't like a dream at all. It was not scary or unsettling in anyway. Just comforting and sweet. I feel that this may have been my nephew because the room that I stayed in contained many items that belonged to him. He died on 7FEB2009 from his wounds received in Afghanistan from an IED. I was at his bedside at the military hospital when he was brought back to the US for surgery. I tried to comfort him by fixing his covers, singing and talking with him about his family and friends. Even though he was on heavy duty drugs, I just wanted him to know that we all loved him and were so proud of him. We didn't want him to be afraid. Maybe it was him because I was not afraid one bit, just felt comforted and safe.

I think that I am more open to the possibility (dare I say, probability?) for the paranormal to exist because of these experiences.

milomilford- That was a very touching story, thank you for sharing it.

Like many others, I can't say that any single moment defined what has become my tumultuous relationship with the paranormal. I've written in other places that my first best friend was a ghost, so that was definitely the start of it, but it really was a culmination of things over the years that solidified my interest. I think the biggest thing that always got me was how the paranormal always seemed to find me. It's something that has intrigued, scared, and at times even annoyed me. Every time I think I've finally shaken the experiences something else happens.

As for that first experience- My home was built on land that showed signs of early settlement- bottles, nails, spoons, graves… I was about 2 years old when I met Lou(which I later learned was short for Louise). She was older than me, but much nicer to me that my big sister, so she was alright in my book. Best part is she had a grandpa just like mine that she always went home to. He was tall with a hat and old farmer clothes.

Lou was my constant companion over the next few years. It drove my mother nuts, convinced she was a figment of my wild imagination. As I got older I insisted a seat at the table for Lou, or for her to be included in family plans. Lou was so nice and super pretty. I wanted to be just like her. My hair was long and blonde, like hers, but not quite as blonde. She had blue eyes, I had green. I had freckles, she had none. So I asked my mom for "old fashioned" pajamas for Christmas so I could be more like Lou, which I got. My favorite present. By the time I was 4 I was teaching her all about pop culture- from Rainbow Brite to Madonna. We danced to music, played in the yard- everything. I even introduced my first "real" friend from pre-school to her. How disappointed was I that this new friend couldn't see her- kind of like the rest of my family. I figured it was just a problem with them lol.

I was 7 when I had the "talk" with Lou. I explained it was harder to see her, and I was older than her now(she was 6) and had school friends. It was basically a little kid break up. It was awful.

Time passed, strange paranormal things always seemed to happen at my house, but were mostly ignored or not talked about. When I went away to college my mom was alone in the house(my parent divorced years earlier), when I received a 2am call from her- She was crying and frantic. She heard some rustling in her room and woke up only to see the glowing sheer sillouette of a young girl sitting on the edge of the bed. She was in an old fashioned night gown with long flowing blonde hair. My mom put her hand out thinking it was a dream and tried touching her- the little girl vanished and all my mom felt was coldness. That's when she placed the call. My instant reaction was "Mom! That was Lou! She misses me! Oh mom- please tell her I'll be back to visit soon!"

The good news is that my mom finally believes me. Since then, I've married and purchased the house with my husband. Every so often people, myself included, will hear a small questioning voice or laughter. My friends know about Lou and know it is probably her. I generally talk to her like she's a real living child. I've also had many more experiences with her grandfather, John, in my adult years. This is my most pleasant paranormal experiences and honestly, I wouldn't trade them for the world- others, however, well, those are stories for another day.

milomilford- That was a very touching story, thank you for sharing it.

Like many others, I can't say that any single moment defined what has become my tumultuous relationship with the paranormal. I've written in other places that my first best friend was a ghost, so that was definitely the start of it, but it really was a culmination of things over the years that solidified my interest. I think the biggest thing that always got me was how the paranormal always seemed to find me. It's something that has intrigued, scared, and at times even annoyed me. Every time I think I've finally shaken the experiences something else happens.

As for that first experience- My home was built on land that showed signs of early settlement- bottles, nails, spoons, graves… I was about 2 years old when I met Lou(which I later learned was short for Louise). She was older than me, but much nicer to me that my big sister, so she was alright in my book. Best part is she had a grandpa just like mine that she always went home to. He was tall with a hat and old farmer clothes.

Lou was my constant companion over the next few years. It drove my mother nuts, convinced she was a figment of my wild imagination. As I got older I insisted a seat at the table for Lou, or for her to be included in family plans. Lou was so nice and super pretty. I wanted to be just like her. My hair was long and blonde, like hers, but not quite as blonde. She had blue eyes, I had green. I had freckles, she had none. So I asked my mom for "old fashioned" pajamas for Christmas so I could be more like Lou, which I got. My favorite present. By the time I was 4 I was teaching her all about pop culture- from Rainbow Brite to Madonna. We danced to music, played in the yard- everything. I even introduced my first "real" friend from pre-school to her. How disappointed was I that this new friend couldn't see her- kind of like the rest of my family. I figured it was just a problem with them lol.

I was 7 when I had the "talk" with Lou. I explained it was harder to see her, and I was older than her now(she was 6) and had school friends. It was basically a little kid break up. It was awful.

Time passed, strange paranormal things always seemed to happen at my house, but were mostly ignored or not talked about. When I went away to college my mom was alone in the house(my parent divorced years earlier), when I received a 2am call from her- She was crying and frantic. She heard some rustling in her room and woke up only to see the glowing sheer sillouette of a young girl sitting on the edge of the bed. She was in an old fashioned night gown with long flowing blonde hair. My mom put her hand out thinking it was a dream and tried touching her- the little girl vanished and all my mom felt was coldness. That's when she placed the call. My instant reaction was "Mom! That was Lou! She misses me! Oh mom- please tell her I'll be back to visit soon!"

The good news is that my mom finally believes me. Since then, I've married and purchased the house with my husband. Every so often people, myself included, will hear a small questioning voice or laughter. My friends know about Lou and know it is probably her. I generally talk to her like she's a real living child. I've also had many more experiences with her grandfather, John, in my adult years. This is my most pleasant paranormal experiences and honestly, I wouldn't trade them for the world- others, however, well, those are stories for another day.

Just re- read this post. What a wonderful experience. Jilla, you were wise beyond your years. /rolleyes.gif' class='bbc_emoticon' alt=':rolleyes:' />

Im sad to say this but GH and PS are the reasons why i got interested in the paranormal.

Since then I've had a few experiences that are unexplainable.

One of which I've already shared in a different thread, involving an object being moved by an unseen force at a friends house.

Probably the most surreal encounter involved a shadow person I witnessed while driving to work along I30. And even now my mind tries to downplay the whole scenario.

Ok, I'm driving along the **** interstate and i look over to my left, along the center divider and there's this solid black figure leaning there like something you would see in a movie. How do i know it was solid black? I could tell by my headlights and also the light from cars behind me. But this is where it gets creepy…

So im staring at this thing and instantly tell myself to be sure an look into the driver door mirror as i pass, when i see it shoot into traffic! I dont guess i actually saw it shoot, but that's what would've had to happen for someone to cross the distance needed to make to its current position. I could see the light passing through the hole his arm created as he was "running" through traffic!

I look back, no one is checking up, absolutely no braking from anyone and Im speechless.. It's like it was there for me to see only. And it really gave me a feeling of hopelessness, I know that's a stereotype but it actually made me feel lost and sad or something. Before all this happens, im feeling pretty good with the radio cranking ready to get to work…

I actually went back later to see the distance between the divider and the roadway.. It was a LONG way. And there's no way a person could have survived going into that traffic… It's just not possible…

I never saw it again. Even brought a camera along from then on lol.

I don't know where else to place this so I'll say it here. When I was on my way to a church in New Orleans (Angels thread) I was waiting at a street corner for the light to change. Suddenly I was pushed into the street. I fell so hard that the knees of my pants were torn and my hands were both skinned pretty badly. My red head temper and I jumped up and whirled around looking for the jerk who pushed me so I could give them what for but there was no one around. Not a soul in any direction. Luckily it was the same with traffic or I might have fallen right in front of a car.

I was coming from a reading with a voodoo priestess (Priestess Miriam, whom I love) at the time. I had gone to consult her about my psycho ex-SIL who was ruining my brother's life. She had given me some advice and done a binding spell for me and I was feeling pretty good so the sudden push into the street was very jarring.

I don't know if something followed me from the temple or if it was just a random spirit but it really shook me up. I'd never had physical harm done to me before.

Then I got to the church and saw the crying lady/angel. Was God trying to tell me something, like don't mess with voodoo – I have angels here to take care of things? Or was it my psycho ex-SIL who was deeply involved with a black magic group at that time? Don't know. That was a very weird day all around. But New Orleans is like that. Not for the faint of heart.