Please share your paranormal & ghost experiences!!

originally posted by: Waterglass
a reply to: sugarmonkey

Sugar, I have returned as Waterglass my old account. Under the temp account as Waterglassing I sent you a link to a Podcast in which I was interviewed by Dr. Brooks PhD and Cyrus Richardsons, a film producer here in USA. Its a heafty 40 minutes long as I explain all the paranormal activity I have experienced throughout my life.

In brief in December 2018, Christmas week all paranormal reached a peak. While awake I would hear footsteps, muffeled music and people having converstaions. My Sleep Paralysis Episodes were almost every night as I was visited by The Guardian of The Threshold. I then began to pray to deceased family members and to God. The Guardian, whom has visited me nearly 1000 times throughout my life since age 7 hasnt returned and were now in October 2023. Also all the other paranormal stopped cold turkey back then also. I have it documented on another Thread here on ATS by SLED735

SLED735

I also had an Excorist here in July 2021. Father Robert Morey. Thats another backstory as I explain all in the podcast. I have since returned to the Catholic Church and pray to the Rosary weekly. My last SP episode was January 30, 2022. To date none since.

How can I explain? I cant. As such I attribute same to a higher divine being and reference God and Jesus.

In the book tiltled Dark Intrusions by Lewis Proud, he writes about the footsteps, muffeled music and people talking just beyond our audible comprehension. Father Vincent Lampert, in his book Exorcism: The Battle Against Satan and His Demons Paperback. He also writes about the noises.

IMO its demonic. Lewis Proud, Dr. Shelia Pryce Brooks PhD, Dr. David Hufford, PhD, Father Vincent Lampert, Father Robert Morey, and Cyrus Richardsons all of whom are experiencers agree.

Hi Waterglass! I did see the podcast link and I am going to have a listen here in a bit. Also, thank you for the link to that thread as well.

To everyone who has contributed to this thread, thank you very much.

originally posted by: sine.nomine

originally posted by: NobodySpecial268
a reply to: sine.nomine

Maybe the girl who was killed followed you to your new home?

I have literally fallen back from seeing a girl in my doorway. She was okay, just surprising to see her.

I think I would have too! Child ghosts creep me out tho. Kudos to NobodySpecial who guides them and looks after them.

a reply to: KamperKing

Well its good that they are friendly.

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a reply to: Terpene

Lock them away?

See that's what I mean, you take my words and try to derive any rules from it and try to make comparisons with the logic you think you could derive.

That won't work, because you do not have the full understanding about how it works for me. Just as I do not have any idea how it works for you.

That's why I, unlike you, do not make comparisons about your world.

originally posted by: NobodySpecial268
a reply to: TheValeyard

Aye, what you have described is a sad case, and difficult to work out.

Did you find the family in the local history or newspapers?

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ETA: There may be a simple way to help that family get out of their predicament if your interested.

Problem already solved I think. On our 3rd visit I helped them go into the light and cross over.
I felt them go up through a portal and the activity promptly ceased.
The 4th and final time we went to the house, it had completely burned down to its foundation.
The owner's family claimed they didn't know how it burned down and that it was a mystery.
Haven't been back since.

I've had at least three meetings with deceased people. Two cases are black shadows, a friend's father and a woman who was stabbed by her husband, she died in the emergency room of traumatology. But the third case occurred on a clear Sunday afternoon in 2010. I was on duty instead of our security guard at the company's office. When I heard the doorbell ring, I looked out the open window of the second floor. There was an old car in the yard with young men in Adidas tracksuits. That's how hooligans dressed 20 years ago. One got out of the car and rang the doorbell. I asked in a dissatisfied voice what he needed. He saw me and began to explain that he worked here last week and came for his money. I am aware of the affairs of our company in such matters and replied that I had not seen him. To which he asked to call the chief engineer and gave his name and patronymic. I told him that it was a day off, so that he would come on Monday. The guy swore obscenely and said that he needed money and he would come for them again. I answered OK and closed the window.
On Monday, at the morning meeting, I told what happened on Sunday. Everyone suddenly fell silent, and the chief engineer slid under the table with a white face. A female colleague told me that this is a very evil joke. I felt like a fool. They put me in a car and brought me to the local cemetery and showed me three graves under a common monument where the same car they crashed on the expressway a few years ago is painted. My boss died 2 years later in the VIP ward of an expensive medical clinic.
What I want to say. A clear sunny day, from 7 meters looked like real.

a reply to: ThatDamnDuckAgain

Nice diatribe on me assuming what you won't tell...

Is this about me or your experience, it could also go" its not so much about locking away but..." And you'd have a diatribe on the topic.

But alas...

a reply to: Terpene
No, it's you assuming a lot of things. You try to build arguments like your antibiotic argument on logic you tried to derive from what I wrote.

When I clearly stated several times here and in other threads that I do not overthink about stuff but do it intuitive. I do not claim to be right at all.

For example your assumption that I constantly need to put energy into the bubble. Or that I miss out on things because of that. Where did I say that I have to keep it up and spending energy all the time? You compared it with immune system and I pointed out it's not working.

Now you call it diatribe when I clearly stated this is MY world and I never claimed to be right on anything. I wrote what works for ME. This is not science, it is all hypothetic. It was you commenting on I do things wrong and miss out etc.

Maybe reflect on that, that's all what I have a problem with.

a reply to: sugarmonkey

I have two

The first, Shortly after our grandmother passed we moved into her large Victorian era house. My two oldest brothers had married and moved away, I, my mother, and two older sisters *I being the baby, settled in. One day while waiting outside on the front porch for our eldest brother to come pick us to go clothing shopping for the new school year. My two older sisters, like clockwork, starting arguing over something lame and yelling at each other. When the locked front door opened by itself. The three of us just turned and looked at the door. I went and pulled the door shut and checked the knob, it was locked and secure. We shrugged it off just thinking it wasn't properly shut the first time.

Then my two sisters resumed their argument and started yelling at each other then the front door opened again, only this time we could smell my grandmothers perfume.

It was as if our grandmother wanted my sisters to take their arguing/dirty laundry inside the house and out of our neighbors earshot.


The second time

I was in high school and doing basic construction work part time after classes with a friend of mine. His uncle hired us on to do some scrapping and painting in an old church being renovated. The first day we worked nothing happened other than feeling that a large stone and wooden church is kinda creepy at night. The second evening however we worked for a couple of hours and stopped for a quick bite to eat being dinner time.

Thats when his uncle told us that one Pastor back in the 1920s had committed suicide by hanging because he was disgraced by having an affair and getting the woman pregnant. Thats when we heard the folded step ladder we leaned up standing against the hallway wall fell backwards. It didn't slide or kick out and but fell backwards against gravity.

Needless to say we rushed to finish our work that evening, Not a very good job because the three of us were obviously detracted.

a reply to: ThatDamnDuckAgain

Did I offend you? Did you read my statement as critique?

Read them again, if you felt challenged that's on you.

I was just adding that somehow it was a familiar concept and it lead me to those conclusions. I remeber you stating that certain exercise are draining, something with qui gong or so... They're all my conclusions, nothing to do with yours... It's nice when you can share conclusions and systems of your own with others it can only expand ones thinking.

it would be much more productive if you'd just explain where, how, and why you differ...

But alas more about me...

a reply to: TheValeyard

Good on you TheValeyard.

My first ghost experience was in primary school.

I was sent all alone on some errand to the school's library, and I was hopping up the stairs, and there was somebody behind me.

When I turned to look it was a girl with long blonde braids, and she was crying.

But when I turned around completely, she was gone.

The school at that stage was 80 years old, so not sure of the background of the ghost.

The creepy thing is we had a girl in our class called Bernadette who had similar braids sometimes, and I actually recall thinking, how did she get here so fast and why is she crying?

But nope, she was accounted for in class, it was something similar, but something else that I saw.

It only hit me much later - you saw a ghost!

I find it interesting how there seems to be a different things which paranormal experiences could be. Sometimes paranormal events seems to resonate from a strong emotional signature that was left behind by some type of traumatic event. Other times it seems like different types of entities or spirits are involved.

a reply to: RAY1990

It a myth perpetuated by that criminal at large Chairman Mao's son aka the 14th Dalai Lama in his saying "The Matrix" yes the movie is: Real

Think about it as a movie yes it's real... In Zen they call people like that slippery eels saying one thing waiting to see if they mean what they think it means and then thinks and says another to who lets them escape. Then later says that person is crazy. Trumpa called that kind of crazy "wisdom" as that what he was always expecting from that guy before he died.

PS it not a good reality its a game of four corners to spin bon as a cakavartin and cut heads off of people that have gained samadhi while looking at a yantra... so he can collect skulls in his delusional fantasy world for the goddess kali as it is said it is to be a bodhisattva job to collect those things when traditionally thats her pleasure.

sigh and you'd think nailing a guy to a cross was a silly religion.

Around 18 years ago I lived in a basement suite with my then girlfriend. I was sleeping (I think) and felt the presence of something float down the stairs from the upstairs entryway, through the living room and into the bedroom.
It hovered beside me and appeared to be pure light. I became paralized. It felt like whatever it was was staring at me and purhaps studying me. I have never been so afraid in my life because I was completely helpless. I never knew if my eyes were opened or closed at the time. I feel like they were closed.
I woke up the next day feeling so strange. It felt like no time had passed between it happening and waking up. Almost like lost time. I have never slept and not felt like time hadn't passed before or since then.
I've often wondered what actually happened.
There were windows in the living room but they weren't facing the road.
Sleep paralysis?
Many people have said to experienced a dark being pushing down on their chest.
This was definitely not my experience.
I felt no fear of whatever it was.
It has never happened since

a reply to: crowf00t

It a myth perpetuated by that criminal at large Chairman Mao's son aka the 14th Dalai Lama in his saying "The Matrix" yes the movie is: Real

I thought the matrix was a movie about transitioning...

As far as I'm aware Buddhism doesn't run a monopoly on thought, the idea of realms is hardly new and neither is the idea we live in a dream. Saying it's not rael is hardly new.

sigh and you'd think nailing a guy to a cross was a silly religion.

I think they're all a bit silly tbh. People have hopes, dreams and faith but I've always been more interested in how the individual reacts to information since the input/reaction/output of info is usually similar to the same regardless of religious or cultural background. My interest is understanding, not to live out others fantasies.

This happened when I was maybe 18 or 19yrs old.

My older brother, my cousin and myself decided to go bat some baseballs at the town ballpark. It was Around 3pm. Bright sunny summer day, birds chirping, wind blowing through trees -- all the sounds of summer quite evident.

My cousin and I were the first to exit my brother's car to go to the baseball diamond. When we got there, my cousin noted that his glove had some loose laces, so he and I met on the pitcher's mound while he repaired his glove. My brother was still at his car --- getting the bat and balls or whatever...

All of a sudden, all the noises of summer --- the wind, chirping birds, nearby traffic etc... all the sounds of a summer day ...were silent --- nothing...as though I was wearing earplugs. I could almost feel a sort of 'compression' in my ears.

I looked at my cousin, and he had a bewildered look on his face.

That's when we both saw a white cloud or ball of smoke about 20 feet away -- 15 feet off the ground. It was roughly 8x8 feet in size ... changing shape, as one would imagine a smoke cloud would be doing, but staying together in one 'ball'... and moving quite slowly past us. It was getting lower and lower to the ground as it moved past us.

Finally, the 'smoke cloud' reached the ground about 30 feet away and it turned CLEARLY into a person walking away from us. This 'person' was still made of 'smoke' -- but the walking legs and arms swinging was unmistakeable.

All this was taking place while everything was still eerily silent. Not a single sound.

When my cousin and I saw that the smoke had turned into a figure --- I pointed at it while saying to my cousin; " look at that !!!" ... or something of the sort. But when I spoke, it was like my voice was pitch lowered and super muffled.

My cousins face went WHITE -- he was now freaking out. So, I called out to my brother ( who was still at his car ) and said again "LOOK AT THAT!!" or whatever ... my voice was still lower pitch and muffled ...

And this is another weird aspect --- ( as if smoke turning into a walking figure isn't weird )
When I looked at my brother standing next to his car, he was motionless. Frozen. It looked as though it was a photograph of him just about to close his car door.

Not gonna lie, I was a little freaked out at this point --- but probably more excited than freaked out. So I continued to remark on the smoke figure that was walking away from us. My cousin was so freaked that now he refused to turn his head to look back at it. He was saying something along the lines of; "nope..nope... f*** that..." His voice was also muffled and lowered in pitch.

As I continued to remark and point at the walking figure, the figure then stopped walking, turned and "looked" in my direction for maybe a second or two --- then immediately turned back into a cloud of 'smoke' and went back in the same direction it had come from -- quickly dissolving into the air.

Then the summer sounds came back (which took maybe 2 seconds) as though a volume knob was turned up --- and I heard my brother shut his car door...

The entire experience lasted roughly 1 minute.

My brother said he had not heard me speak to him nor me making any remarks about the figure -- nor did he see the smoke figure. My cousin still won't talk about it.

The part when the figure turned to look at me was by far the most jarring aspect of this event and has been imprinted in my memory... and I added a depiction of that memory.

***note -- this is NOT a photograph --- it's a composit -- comprised of a background with my own illustration of the figure at the time when it stopped and looked at me -- this is how I remember it. (I'm a graphic designer/illustrator by trade )

I have this one too ...

When I was about 12 or 13, I was asleep in my parents home. It was only myself and my Dad at home that night. His room was down the hall from mine, next to the TV room.

At around 4am, I was awakened by the sound of the TV -- it seemed really loud and I was wondering what was going on. My bedroom door was opened, as it usually was so I sorta got up in my bed and looked down the hall towards the TV room -- and sure enough, the TV was on and what I thought was my Dad, was standing directly infront of the TV -- oddly swaying from one foot to the other.

I was obviously perplexed by this and assumed my Dad was sleepwalking or something -- because of the stange swaying thing... and the excessively loud TV.

I was starting to get pretty spooked out after watching this for about 15-20 seconds, because honestly, it didn't look like my Dad --- so, I mustered up the courage to call out to him and say; "DAD!!!!... what are you doing ? "

And, as I said that, the TV turned off, the person watching the TV vanished and I could now hear my Dad snoring in the next room.

So, now I was really spooked and just listened to my Dad snoring for maybe 5-10 seconds more -- trying to listen to hear if there was any sign that he had just been up.

And as I lay there on the bed still looking down the hall and listening, the TV room lit up again with a bluish / white light (the TV wasn't on now) and I saw the same person as before --- who was actually giving off the glow. This person walked from the TV room and headed towards my Dad's room...

I layed my head back down on my pillow, but I could still see down the hall from my angle as the glowing person slowly walked out of the TV room, walked down the hall ... stopped .... leaned it's 'head' and looked in my Dad's room. It stayed there and looked in my Dad's room for maybe 10 seconds.

I watched as it continued slowly down the hall towards my room. The hallway was being lit up with a dim bluish / white light as the figure moved down the hall. I was COMPLETELY freaked out at this point. Terrified beyond comprehension.

I don't know if it stopped and looked in my room because I just covered my head under the blankets and pretended to sleep -- even making a 'snoring' sound.

I waited probably 20 minutes before opening up my eyes again.

The next morning I told my Dad what had happened and asked if he saw anything. He said 'no'. The only thing he remarked on was that he had had a disturbing dream about his father which had woken him up. When he awoke, he said he saw what he perceived to be a small boy sitting on his night stand looking down at him.

I've added an animated gif to depict what I saw and from what angle I was seeing this unfold.
Like the previous post, this image is a composit created by me in order to show more clearly what I experienced.

That doorway on the left would be my Dad's room where the figure peered in -- mine was on the same side, just closer up the hallway.