My Paranormal experiance.

Hey guys, just came back to the site as I have renewed my love of the supernatural/unexplained.

I have a story that I'd love your opinions on and I believe it is good enough for discussion. So here goes.

It was roughly a year ago. My best friend and his fiance had just bought his childhood home off his parents for them and their daughter. It is a small farmhouse near Clarion, PA. A few months after they moved in I came to stay the night as we planned on hanging out the next day. I stayed in the guest room that night. I sleep with a .357 revolver near me at all times (call me paranoid). I woke at roughly 3:30 AM, something seemed wrong but I couldn't figure out what it was for the life of me. As I sat up to go get a drink of water I heard a gunshot and a woman scream before more gunshots rang out.

I quickly grabbed my gun from the stand and bolted downstairs, thinking there was an intruder and that my best friend's fiance had just been murdered. After getting downstairs I turned so I was just in front of the front door. I saw a man dressed in overalls with an old Repeating rifle firing out the side door roughly 30 or so feet from me, he had dark brown hair that looked like he tried to cut it himself and his face was covered in dirt. I yelled out "DROP IT!" as I aimed my revolver at him, ready to shoot if he didn't surrender. He spun and aimed the rifle at me before I fired 3 shots. He yelled as he fell back from the first one and seemed to disappear as he hit the floor.

I shook as I saw the scene and tried to piece together what just happened. My friend came running downstairs, his own gun in hand with his fiance cradling their screaming baby just upstairs. He began to yell at me, asking me what made me fire 3 shots in my underpants in the middle of the night. I told him my story, fully ready for him to call me nuts, but he didn't. He just froze and said he knew what I saw. He called his fiance downstairs and began to tell us the story of his home.

In the early 1900's a family lived in the home, a farmer, his wife, and their 2 daughters. They feuded with a young man named Ed Sanders who lived down the road who was known to have had a few screws loose. After one of the daughters refused his romantic advances, he snapped and came into the home with a Henry Repeater and began to open fire. He killed the farmer and his wife in the home but the daughters ran outside towards the barn to try and hide. He shot at both of them, killing the one he was smitten by and wounding the other. As he shot at them a farmhand who saw the man charge into the home came running inside with a revolver, having known about the rivalry and did much the same as I did, fired 3 shots, standing in the same spot, killing Ed. To prove it my friend went to where I saw the man and pulled up the carpet, revealing an old blood stain on the hardwood floor below.

The story was relatively well known in their part of town and rumor had it the house was haunted by Ed, now a demon, but my friend didn't believe it as the only people he knew who saw the ghost were his mother who is rather crazy, and his brother who is impressionable. But after I saw it, he knew he had no choice but to believe because of how I had never heard the story yet gave a near perfect description of Ed. We knew that we were dealing with something beyond what any of us knew what to do about, so the next day (after sleeping at a cheap motel the rest of the night) we went to the only man who we knew could help, an old retired priest who was a family friend of my buddy's.

The Priest was more then willing to help and took us all to the home so we could see what he would do. He blessed the home and spread holy water before banishing the demon and telling my friend to replace the flooring ASAP to get rid of the bloodstain. From that day on none of us ever had another paranormal experience in the home, but staying there still makes me feel uneasy and I always keep my revolver loaded, just in case.

a reply to: Truent

Cool story bro…

Not disbelieving, but with all the mayhem, it should have been covered in the local gazette, like to read that article about the blood bath on the farm…

The story was relatively well known in their part of town and rumor had it the house was haunted by Ed, now a demon…

Probably not. A jerk in life, a jerk forever. You want to be careful banging away at shadows in the night. Next time they'll superimpose on a loved one and it will be you they write about in the news.

Sounds like a wicked experience..If you're legit start taking some pics,and get some evp's..

Thanks for the story... and I think it's true, or rather, not knowing you or your motives, will offer that things like this indeed happen... and have happened to me and loved ones... and that it may well have happened exactly how you told it... and these "paranormal" things happen in a way I'm confident we will somehow understand without needing priests and demons, exactly.

It follows that as some people are disturbed, or just rotten, then some portion of whatever we are when our bodies rot will be rotten too... no demons, exactly, needed... and some think these are playbacks embedded in their less transient, inorganic environments... which does seem to happen, though I will say some of the (mostly) invisible beings seem somewhat intelligent in their own right and seem to react to new situations.

So welcome to the mass speculation and knowledge that we don't know as much as some think we do.

originally posted by: intrptr
You want to be careful banging away at shadows in the night...

While that is true and I certainly will in the future, in my defense at the time I had no idea that the house was possessed (I don't believe in "good" spirits, hence why I don't say "haunted") and Ed appeared to be 100% real in the moonlight that came through the window. For all I knew, he was a psycho who broke into my best friends house.

originally posted by: greydaze
Sounds like a wicked experience..If you're legit start taking some pics,and get some evp's..

I would if I even knew where to begin. We were told to get rid of the blood-stained flooring as I said and we are pretty sure that Ed is long gone.

a reply to: Truent

I lived in a house that was spooked by some lady that died there. Before we knew that, I met my roommate in the hall one night, he had a pump shotgun, convinced there was someone in the house. Years later I heard the shuffling footsteps in the kitchen, too.
I also saw someone at my window and pulling my pistol, searched the entire place. I was the only one there at the time, it was freaky.

A neighbor later confirmed to me the lady that died there and still wanders the place.

Other roommates that came and went also had bizarre experiences. Non of this "persons" behavior was threatening to anyone, only disturbing. Somebody is there that isn't there.

Knock, knock…

Who's there?

Just us no-bodies…

(I don't believe in "good" spirits, hence why I don't say "haunted")

You are a spirit, too. Sound like a good person to me.

a reply to: intrptr
I suppose I said that last part wrong, my bad. I should have said that I do not believe that good spirits are condemned to haunt places for eternity. I do believe in Heaven and Hell, and it is my belief that some residents of Hell are condemned to torturous existences here on Earth for the time being, hence why I believe that Ed was possessing the home. I cannot explain the woman in your case as I do not know what she was like in life. And I guess in the end, I am no expert on spirits.

a reply to: Truent

And I guess in the end, I am no expert on spirits.

Me neither. Consider this, though. There are billions upon billions of people that have lived and died here. They all have a soul. Where you suppose they've gone?

Numerous reports of spirits (I've seen my share) make us wonder. It takes big rocket engines and tons of fuel to leave earth, to go… where, exactly?

You're spiritually inclined, you have notion of some kind of Judgement Day.

Like a harvest sort of? Like a sorting, sort of? Like a Judgement?

So be good for goodness sake…

By the Way, God is not a torturer of souls forever and ever. That makes him worse than Hitler.

originally posted by: intrptr
a reply to: Truent

You're spiritually inclined, you have notion of some kind of Judgement Day.

Like a harvest sort of? Like a sorting, sort of? Like a Judgement?

So be good for goodness sake…

But that's not for goodness sake.....it's being good under threat of violence or 'judgement'.

By the Way, God is not a torturer of souls forever and ever. That makes him worse than Hitler.

Yeah a god of eternal torture is kinda indefensible, no wonder so many Christians have dropped that particular dogma.

a reply to: Prezbo369

Yeah a god of eternal torture is kinda indefensible, no wonder so many Christians have dropped that particular dogma.

We still execute killers though, sometimes. On the other side, there is but one unquenchable lake of fire, burning kind of, well… sort of, forever.

But Hitler types won't be tortured forever in it, just a final plunge and zzzt,,, subatomic fusion plasma, forever.

(good riddance)

originally posted by: Truent
Hey guys, just came back to the site as I have renewed my love of the supernatural/unexplained.

I have a story that I'd love your opinions on and I believe it is good enough for discussion. So here goes.

It was roughly a year ago. My best friend and his fiance had just bought his childhood home off his parents for them and their daughter. It is a small farmhouse near Clarion, PA. A few months after they moved in I came to stay the night as we planned on hanging out the next day. I stayed in the guest room that night. I sleep with a .357 revolver near me at all times (call me paranoid). I woke at roughly 3:30 AM, something seemed wrong but I couldn't figure out what it was for the life of me. As I sat up to go get a drink of water I heard a gunshot and a woman scream before more gunshots rang out.

I quickly grabbed my gun from the stand and bolted downstairs, thinking there was an intruder and that my best friend's fiance had just been murdered. After getting downstairs I turned so I was just in front of the front door. I saw a man dressed in overalls with an old Repeating rifle firing out the side door roughly 30 or so feet from me, he had dark brown hair that looked like he tried to cut it himself and his face was covered in dirt. I yelled out "DROP IT!" as I aimed my revolver at him, ready to shoot if he didn't surrender. He spun and aimed the rifle at me before I fired 3 shots. He yelled as he fell back from the first one and seemed to disappear as he hit the floor.

I shook as I saw the scene and tried to piece together what just happened. My friend came running downstairs, his own gun in hand with his fiance cradling their screaming baby just upstairs. He began to yell at me, asking me what made me fire 3 shots in my underpants in the middle of the night. I told him my story, fully ready for him to call me nuts, but he didn't. He just froze and said he knew what I saw. He called his fiance downstairs and began to tell us the story of his home.

In the early 1900's a family lived in the home, a farmer, his wife, and their 2 daughters. They feuded with a young man named Ed Sanders who lived down the road who was known to have had a few screws loose. After one of the daughters refused his romantic advances, he snapped and came into the home with a Henry Repeater and began to open fire. He killed the farmer and his wife in the home but the daughters ran outside towards the barn to try and hide. He shot at both of them, killing the one he was smitten by and wounding the other. As he shot at them a farmhand who saw the man charge into the home came running inside with a revolver, having known about the rivalry and did much the same as I did, fired 3 shots, standing in the same spot, killing Ed. To prove it my friend went to where I saw the man and pulled up the carpet, revealing an old blood stain on the hardwood floor below.

The story was relatively well known in their part of town and rumor had it the house was haunted by Ed, now a demon, but my friend didn't believe it as the only people he knew who saw the ghost were his mother who is rather crazy, and his brother who is impressionable. But after I saw it, he knew he had no choice but to believe because of how I had never heard the story yet gave a near perfect description of Ed. We knew that we were dealing with something beyond what any of us knew what to do about, so the next day (after sleeping at a cheap motel the rest of the night) we went to the only man who we knew could help, an old retired priest who was a family friend of my buddy's.

The Priest was more then willing to help and took us all to the home so we could see what he would do. He blessed the home and spread holy water before banishing the demon and telling my friend to replace the flooring ASAP to get rid of the bloodstain. From that day on none of us ever had another paranormal experience in the home, but staying there still makes me feel uneasy and I always keep my revolver loaded, just in case.

Don't fret, OP. You not going crazy. You aren't the only person to have shot a ghost and then have that ghost disappear on them. There is a famous reddit story of a police officer who responded to a domestic violence call and was confronted by a shadow apparition, fired point blank into the thing and then had the apparition walk right through him and disappear. My guess would be that what you say was a residual haunting, like a loop play back of the event of what happen that night.

Thanks for sharing, interesting story, did u do any research on the house to verify what happens?

Nice story.
But, you should know something:

1. The word "demon" comes from Greece and has no negative meaning.

The Ancient Greek word δαίμων daimōn denotes a spirit or divine power, much like the Latin genius or numen. Daimōn most likely came from the Greek verb daiesthai (to divide, distribute).[3] The Greek conception of a daimōns notably appears in the works of Plato, where it describes the divine inspiration of Socrates. To distinguish the classical Greek concept from its later Christian interpretation, the former is anglicized as either daemon or daimon rather than demon.

The Greek terms do not have any connotations of evil or malevolence. In fact, εὐδαιμονία eudaimonia, (literally good-spiritedness) means happiness.

. Search the etymology of the word "demon" on Wikipedia.

2. All ghosts are souls of people who couldn't pass through the spiritual world, in order to reincarnate and start a new life. This happens because they had a tragic death or because they left something of their behind. Now... I am telling you: Ed was not a demon, he was a soul how couldn't transcend, and in his life he was not a really love full person, indeed.

3. The priest did nothing with his blessings and his holy water. You should not search for a complete answer in any religion. Nor should you put your fate in some supernatural divine existence. You should take responsibility for your acts and your life. And extend your love.

4. What the priest really did and helped you was the suggestion to replace the

flooring ASAP to get rid of the bloodstain

. That was what the soul has left behind, his blood and his unfulfilled love.

I hope you will read my comment and you will understand me.

a reply to: Jrock271
Not really, I just kinda put the experience behind me. My friends and I still refuse to talk about it with each other

a reply to: mihneamar31

As much as I understand what you mean I do have to point out some things.
1. I use demon to mean "evil spirit that serves Satan." As I don't know Hebrew
2. I will give you the right to have your own belief as I did not want this to be a topic on religion
3. I am a Christian, if I wasn't, I would have put a .357 round in my skull now as that takes away my reason for living, because without knowing that there is life after death if I do good things, I might as well get on with it, please understand that and respect that

People, this was not a discussion on religion, this was a cool story I had that I wanted to share with you all and get your opinions on.

I always put a paragraph or two into google when I read a paranormal story that I think is suspiciously "well crafted".

centraltruth.tk...

I not saying "cool story bro", but the creepypasta smell on this is making me hungry.

a reply to: ItVibrates

This is no creepypasta, this actually happened to me and to this day spooks me, if you click "read more" on the site you will find a link right back to this thread. Whoever this was took my story.

Then talk to a mod, they dont like their content being used on other sites. It does appear that it was copied from here on that site, my bad.

originally posted by: Truent
a reply to: ItVibrates

This is no creepypasta, this actually happened to me and to this day spooks me, if you click "read more" on the site you will find a link right back to this thread. Whoever this was took my story.

Actually this thread creation date is September 19, and the one linked to is September 19.

I don't believe the story.

I would leave it at that, but that would just be trolling the thread. So here is why, it isn't possible:

One:

Firstly, people cease to exist when they die. God's word says the soul that is sinning, will die, not go anywhere else, and it also tells us that death is like a deep sleep, where people cannot reason, or think, or have knowledge or wisdom:

(Ecclesiastes 9:5) For the living know that they will die, but the dead know nothing at all, nor do they have any more reward, because all memory of them is forgotten.

(Ecclesiastes 9:10) Whatever your hand finds to do, do with all your might, for there is no work nor planning nor knowledge nor wisdom in the Grave, where you are going.

(1 Thessalonians 4:13) . . .Moreover, brothers, we do not want you to be ignorant about those who are sleeping in death. . .

(Ezekiel 18:4) . . .The soul who sins is the one who will die.

So there are no such things as ghosts, or people who die who are really alive, and haunting things.


Secondly,

There are evil wicked spirit forces who do impersonate dead people to get many to believe in the lie that the soul lives after you die, and that dead people are really alive.

Nevertheless these wicked spirits have been put in chains under dense darkness and cannot materialize human form. Usually the only way to contact one is through a spirit medium who may be given a vision, or perhaps they may even use something like ectoplasm to partially materialize. But all of this is done under certain controlled circumstances.

Many people do have real paranormal experiences and encounters with wicked forces in their lives, maybe seeing shadows, having nightmares, seeing orbs, things being moved around in their houses, voices, knocks, etc, and we can go on. But a fully materialized human figure shooting out the door is not going to happen, Jehovah has taken the power away from the demons to materialize like that anymore.

So I don't believe the story.

If it did happen, I would get the person who wrote the story a mental health evaluation. There are mental disorders that will get you to see people who aren't there.