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I think lots of us were really amazed when GH first came out. It was a new idea and the guys were so "regular". The fact that they really wanted to help people and all that made me more interested in the paranormal too. In the beginning, I would sit on the edge of my seat, just riveted by the show. Icon, your story about the black figure on the interstate gave me chills, especially your emotional reaction. Thanks for sharing it.
My pleasure.
It's something that will stick with me always.
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I'm late to the party but a few people on here know that my last house is what sparked my interest in the paranormal. I was borderline atheist when things started happening. Now I'm an agnostic. /smile.png' class='bbc_emoticon' alt=':P' />
Now that I'm out of that house, I appreciate what others and I experienced there, but while it was happening, personally, it WASN'T fun, WASN'T funny and it terrorized me to my core. The only thing that seemed to help the events calm down was to get really angry with it, and that only made it stop temporarily.
We now live in another farm house that's even OLDER than the house in Missouri (roughly 120-130 years old) and there have been a few events that have surprised us, but NOTHING compared to the Missouri house.
My father told me a few weeks ago that he drove by our old house just to see what was going on with it. Even though it sold last year, he said it looks abandoned. No one seems to be taking care of it.
And I don't know how I feel about that.
In a lot of ways I feel sad because we poured thousands of dollars into it. It was the house we lived in when we got married and had our daughter. It'll always hold a special place in my heart because of that.
But, in other ways, I'm still relieved that we don't live there anymore. When we moved, it was the beginning of a very painful chapter in our lives, and I would like it to remain where it belongs: in my memory. My husband seems to want that, too. I asked him if we could drive by it the last time we were in the area visiting my father. He flat out refused, saying what's done is done and he doesn't want to set eyes on it ever again. And for a man like him to say that, I take it he wants to leave it in his memory, as well.
I have a lovely picture of the house I took right before the historic ice storm of December 2007 hit us. It looks so peaceful and cozy in the snow, nestled in front of the huge cedar trees that lined the road. If I can find it, I'll post it. /smile.png' class='bbc_emoticon' alt=';)' />
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saw the spirit of the former landlady in my grandparents flat on the NW side of Chicago. That forever sealed my fate. /blink.png' class='bbc_emoticon' alt=':P' />
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saw the spirit of the former landlady in my grandparents flat on the NW side of Chicago. That forever sealed my fate.
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Gah! Was she still trying to collect rent?
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For me there were two experiences…Both in my present house. The first was approximately 10 years ago, late at night and feeling really bad. I had been with a fever for the past few days and always kept a glass of juice next to me. Just when i was falling asleep i kept staring at the glass and it simply slid out of the table without me touching it…i don`t know if it was a ghost or some sort of involuntary telekinesis but to me it seemed paranormal.
The other was a "Painted Plate" (not sure how to describe it) that began moving on its own for several minutes. There were many witnesses and we managed to record it but since it was many years ago it`s recorded on a VHS and don`t really know where it is right now (Probably won`t believe this right?).
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For me there were two experiences…Both in my present house. The first was approximately 10 years ago, late at night and feeling really bad. I had been with a fever for the past few days and always kept a glass of juice next to me. Just when i was falling asleep i kept staring at the glass and it simply slid out of the table without me touching it…i don`t know if it was a ghost or some sort of involuntary telekinesis but to me it seemed paranormal.
The other was a "Painted Plate" (not sure how to describe it) that began moving on its own for several minutes. There were many witnesses and we managed to record it but since it was many years ago it`s recorded on a VHS and don`t really know where it is right now (Probably won`t believe this right?).
Oh, I believe you. I saw lots of objects move on their own in the house I grew up in. We were so used to it that it didn't even phase us anymore.
I wish I'd recorded all of the things that happened, but people probably wouldn't believe it anyway.
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I think it's high time I joined in on this thread, (and this area of the forum in general.) I don't have any single experience that sparked my interest in the paranormal- my father had a huge interest and was a firm believer in ghosts and such, and raised me to believe in them, too. I think it's because of this I've had tons of experiences throughout my life, (although not so much in recent years.) He had lots of experiences himself, and a few other members of my family have had several as well. Growing up, we moved a lot- I've lived in two different old houses that had previously been funeral homes/morgues, another which sat very close to a huge cemetery, and the house my mom lives in now, (that I also lived in for a while), is so close to the oldest cemetery in town (the historical cemetery, which hold lots of the city's founders, as well as the many victims of a terrible train wreck that happened a long time ago), that you can see it from the yard. I had experiences in all these places and then some, (like an apartment I lived in when I was 20.) I seriously have so many stories, I don't even know where to begin…
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OK, it's not one of my real "biggie" stories, but in the first house I lived in that was near a cemetery, my dad and I used to take one of those old, battery-operated tape recorders way, way into the (completely deserted and silent) cemetery in the middle of the night and leave it there, then come back later after the tape had run out to collect it. We'd take it back home and listen to it, and sometimes we'd hear some pretty incredible stuff. I'm actually going home to visit my mom soon, and I'm going to see if she still has those old cassette tapes somewhere. If she does, I'm going to upload them to a digital online player and post a link here for everyone. There's one in particular I can recall which was almost completely filled with bizarre stuff: At first the tape was totally silent, but then you hear a weird, static-y wind blow in, and what sounds like a bunch of people's voices blowing in on it, (and there were no phone or electrical lines or anything like that in the area.) There were both male and female voices talking and laughing, (although you can only catch a word here and there, because their voices were quiet and they sort of rose and fell with the weird wind.) There were also a few strange chiming sounds, (my dad and I checked all around the area for anything that could have made those sounds and found nothing. Anyway, the sounds don't match up with the rise and fall of the weird wind.) It goes on like that for awhile, and towards the end of the tape the weird wind picks up really strong, and it sounds like the voices blow away on it. Right after the wind dies down and disappears, you hear a huge, long CREEEEEEAAAAAAK and SLAM! like a big old wooden door being slammed shut, and then there's just silence again until the end of the tape. Bizarro… (And this was in the 80s, btw, in case you need a time reference.)
Anyway, really freaky. And I guess doing stuff like that means I was kind of like a paranormal investigator way before it was cool, huh? /wink.png' class='bbc_emoticon' alt=';)' />
P.S. Should I keep posting my stories here, or put them somewhere else?
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OK, I'm back from my visit home, and unfortunately I did not find any of those old cassette tapes, (my mom tossed a bunch of stuff after my dad passed away.) HOWEVER, I do now have a "part two" to this story:
OK, so one day during my visit, I was riding in the car with one of my sisters, (who chauffeured my husband and me around while we were there.) We happened to drive past a different creepy old house we had lived in years ago, and I was like, "OMG, there's that super-creepy house! Did anything weird ever happen to you while we lived there?" And she said, "a few things, but nothing like that OTHER place." I was like, "which other place?" And she named the house from my above post. Now, she and I have NEVER talked about it before, but she mentioned a bunch of experiences that were exactly the same as some of the ones I'd had myself- it was so crazy!
*As it turns out, we were both really afraid of the basement there, even though we've never been afraid of a basement before or since. We both had a very strong sense of being stared at by some close-by, evil presence whenever we went down there. (Once I went down there looking for my mom, and I went all the way to the back of it and into the pitch black, thinking she was sitting in the dark and smoking because I saw a little orange light like the end of a lit cigarette. I walked right up to within three feet of the light and went, "Mom? Mom? MOM!" but she never answered, and the "cigarette end" never moved. I was suddenly overwhelmed by this horrible feeling, and turned and ran out of there and up the stairs as fast as I could, where I found my mom just coming in the front door from having run next door to the pharmacy.*There was nothing down there that could have caused that little orange light, which I never saw again after that one time.)
*Another thing- we both remembered separate times when her dog would suddenly go crazy, jump up and start whining and barking and frantically scratching at the basement door, (after a few minutes, she'd just stop and go about her business again.)
*Ever since I lived in that house, I've had recurring dreams where I float out of my body and go up to the ceiling, and to this day I have to sleep with a heavy blanket (even when it's hot outside) and a pillow on top of me. The dreams started in my sister's room, where I'd sleep whenever she was going to be away from home overnight. Without my mentioning this, she told me that she started having weird dreams there, where she'd "float out of her body all the way to the ceiling," and that to this day she has to sleep with a pillow on top of her. How bizarre!
*She said that a few times she'd be mostly asleep and think she heard music coming from the living room, and I used to wake up to the sound of phonograph music (and sometimes a bunch of people, like there was a party going on in the living room.) After I'd wake up all the way and sit up, though, it would stop.
I think that's all we talked about, but I also remember a few other experiences of my own: Once I was at home alone (this was in broad daylight), and I suddenly got the strongest feeling I was being watched. I turned my head really fast and just caught sight of long, blonde hair swinging back around the corner, like someone (child height) had been peeking at me. I ran outside and sat on the swing set until my parents got back home, I was so freaked out. Also, (this happened a few times), I'd be passing through and would glance across the living room and into a mirror that hung on the far wall, and would see a little white face peering at me from behind my left shoulder. *This also happened to another sister of mine on a separate occasion. As fast as I could blink, the person would turn and dart out of the frame, and I'd spin around to find (of course) no one and nothing there.
OK, I think that's everything I can think of from that house!
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Thanks for sharing, Lena. I'm very interested in people's personal experiences.
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Me too! I wish more people would post theirs, (I have tons, but I think I'd better start a new thread for them, instead of continuing to post in here…)
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Loved hearing about your experiences Lena. I, too, grew up in an old house that had lots of interesting things happen. Thanks for sharing.
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It's fun posting them and actually telling people about them, (not something I usually do.) Oh, and I remembered something else that used to happen in that house, too: Quite a few times I'd be right on the verge of falling asleep (on my side and facing the wall) when I'd feel the bed press down behind me exactly as if someone (a female) had sat down on it, then I'd feel a hand running through my hair and pushing it back. I always thought it was my mom until they started whispering in my ear- it was always really fast and aggressive and I never understood a single word of it. I'd sit up really fast and of course there'd be no one there. AND, my little sister (not the one I mentioned before) would wake up and start screaming in the middle of the night, saying that an "old-lady face" was floating just above hers.
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Oh I am so excited to be a new member here!
This is why I am interested in the paranormal. Not as dramatic an experience as others but still paranormal /smile.png' class='bbc_emoticon' alt=':)' />
I am somewhat of a doubting Thomas when it comes to ghostly activity and try to apply logic to things. I am more apt to discount something as an overactive imagination then to take it seriously. So what happened to me when I was an over 50 mother and wife was very surprising and impossible for me to explain away.
My husband and I decided to take in a budget movie at one of those old in the original downtown movie theaters that had been a silent movie theater and vaudeville stop in its day. It was quaint theater with art rococo design not very large with an intimate feel. I actually liked this theater and we had been there several times before this evening.
This particular night we went to the early show which traditionally is not well attended and there weren't any other patrons yet. We were the ONLY ones entering the theater and in the theater when I was pushed from behind in the middle of my back with enough force that I had to adjust for it so I wouldn't fall or trip. I turned immediately around to see who had pushed me and there was no one there. I wasn't scared at the time but very annoyed. As it was impossible for there to be a rational explanation for what had happened for the first time in my life a paranormal explanation was the only rational one.
I couldn't have imagined it and I wasn't predisposed to be looking for something paranormal to be happening. I was doing something very normal in my uneventful daily life. I had been walking into the theater looking for a place to sit and talking to my husband. That is why I know it really happened and I can't discount it because it was such a normal life moment-until I was pushed by an invisible person.
Initially, I was concerned about going back there as I took the push personally. It was an aggressive act and bothered me. I would be upset if a living person pushed me. I guess I would expect a haunting to be more along the lines of sounds or mists but not so physical but I could reason those away it was impossible to do that with this experience.
I have gone back to the theater but I won't venture alone anywhere. I have often wanted to ask the owners or those that work there if they have had any experiences. I have since looked up the theater and it isn't listed as a haunted spot. I find that curious because what happened to me has no explanation other than paranormal.
As to why or who I have teased my husband that it was a jealous woman who wanted to be his date. /smile.png' class='bbc_emoticon' alt=':)' />
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Oooh, great story- thanks for sharing! /smile.png' class='bbc_emoticon' alt=':)' />
I think someone should do an investigation of this theater for sure.
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Thanks for sharing your story, ktryon.
I was pushed by something invisible once myself. I was standing on a street corner in New Orleans when suddenly I got shoved so hard that I fell into the street. I fell hard enough that it skinned both palms and my knees. Lucky for me there was no traffic in my lane at the time.
I got up swinging for whoever had pushed me, but there was no one on the street in either direction. I have no explanation other than a paranormal one.
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Thanks for sharing your stories. /smile.png' class='bbc_emoticon' alt=':)' />
Always interested in reading.
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Well I think interest will always be there for everyone, the unknown tends to be of interest to us. I really don't think of it as unknown but that is my own personal thoughts on this. Anyway here are my experiences:
The age was 13, the place the Mountains Mt. Shasta, California. I went with the YMCA on a camping trip, I am guessing there were approximately 30 kids, boys and girls. Boys camped on one side of a stream and the girls on another, hee hee good luck on that one.
A handful of us girls decided to take off hiking and as I quite fit at the time I loved the idea we hiked quickly in toward a small lake with one of the female counselors. Once there we decided to spend the night by the lake, we spent the day swimming and lazing around, the evening we spent by a cozy fire then later did a bit of skinny dipping.
After a full day we finally settled into our sleeping bags surrounding the fire, somewhere in the night I heard crying. I sat up and noticed the fire had died down and wondered who amongst us was crying then noticed the person crying was leaning against a tree with their head leaning on it, I asked if they were ok and they didn't say anything.
At the time I felt I had intruded therefore left them alone since they didn't answer me, in the morning I asked around who it was and everyone confirmed it was not them so the last person was my good friend I when I finally asked her she firmly stated that she did not get up at all and apparently no one else did either.
Thats when I understood what had happened, the female figure against the tree crying was not alive and for some reason I was the only one that heard her and felt her. This has stuck with me on the sadness of her tears and why she is still there.
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Here is another story:
Pacific Northwest
The Graveyard of the Pacific is a nickname for a stretch of the coastal region in the Pacific Northwest, from Tillamook Bay on the Oregon Coast northward to the tip of Vancouver Island. The region's seas are frequently subject to heavy and unpredictable weather year round combined with the rugged, largely undeveloped coastline, especially along Vancouver Island and its northwestern tip at Cape Scott, causing sea conditions which endanger many marine vessels. More than 2000 vessels and 700 lives have been lost near the Columbia Bar alone. One book about regional wrecks lists 484 wrecks at the south and west sides of Vancouver Island.
Combinations of fog, wind, storm, current and wave have crashed hundreds of ships in the region by the middle of the twentieth century, including famous wrecks in regional history. Charts of the region show its famous, and dangerous, landmarks:
* Columbia Bar: a giant sandbar at the mouth of the Columbia River
* Cape Flattery
* Reefs and rocks lining the west coast of Vancouver Island
* Strait of Juan de Fuca
Shipwreck charts are studded with sites. Actual physical wreckage is minimal due to the violence of the wrecks and their age, despite the difficulty of access for salvagers.
The term is believed to have originated in the earliest days of the marine fur trade, not only as increasing numbers of traders' ships began to be wrecked, but also because of the ongoing state of incipient warfare that all ships had to be provided for in the region, which was considered one of the most dangerous and deadly regions to trade in the Pacific.
The rate of major wrecks has decreased considerably since the 1920s, but several lives are still lost each year.
MY EXPERIENCE
Now to my experience, we are campers, dirt and all, ok with a tent trailer but still. Living in Seattle for many years brought us to many camping areas alot of them in Canada. We decided to head to Vancouver Island to a town called Tofino, we had many times been to the island but never camped and never that far up. This island is stunning with its rich forests to the sea surrounding it. Once we found the area to camp we naturally set up, I felt a constant unease in this spot and felt the need to express my dislike of it. It was the feel, also felt like there was something with us but I couldn't pin point it exactly. After the set up we sauntered over to the Forest Rangers building and decided to listen to her evening speal about the area, we did not realize the amount of ship wrecks and history surrounding the island but decided we have hit upon a area that we just might come back to because of its beauty and history.
My unease started to become quite extreme, even to the point of wanting to move the campsite. Things started to occur, missing personal items, things out of place, but I noticed it was focusing on my husband. He is a runner so everywhere we travel he gets his running shoes on and off he goes exploring every new place but when he returns of course the sweaty yuk stuff comes off. He hangs them over hooks, knobs anywhere that is away from us and can dry out a bit. This time he put his towel over the Tent Trailers frame where the hitch is, after he cleaned up we went off exploring for hours and enjoyed the beach, the forest even the small town people who have been there forever and were down to earth folks. When we returned the first thing I noticed was the towel it was folded neatly and under the trailer hitch, we tried to recreate how it could of landed there, we thought well maybe it fell but no way could it of falling and folded itself. We mainly considered ourselves delusional at that point, it was still wet because that campsite is just a step away from the Ocean and the sun rarely makes it out. Down deep I felt I knew this was unusual and that something was surrounding us. We chatted for awhile about it and only my husband dismissed it, the rest of us were ready to move. The next morning he was cooking breakfast and sipping coffee out of his glass cup. We sat inside while the food was cooking and talked about the day, this particular day was foggy, still, and quiet not too cold but overcast. While we sat he started to sip his coffee when the cup exploded, we were stunned this cup was thick not one of those thin ones. We sat and looked at each other and then said ok we are outta here, I truly at that point knew he was the target and I had some fear for him so we didn't even pull the Tent Trailer down we simply drove to another close location and he allowed me to walk around the sites till I felt good about one. That did the trick, we had no more incidences and unfortunately or fortunately we never did go back to the island.
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