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I was talking with some of my band buddies in this old foreclosed home we moved into on our first night, when out of nowhere all five of us heard this enormous crash at the end of the hallway followed by this incredibly hostile and heavy feeling that seemed to come out of nowhere.
All of a sudden, I just felt this incredibly feeling of hostility everywhere in the house. We all did.
Everyone turned their heads and looked down the long hallway. We all remembered seeing a shadow of some sort just hovering there before it whipped back into one of the rooms. The feeling of hostility eased, thankfully, but all of us didn't sleep well that night.
We all were pretty convinced the place was haunted, because every morning at about 3AM, we would hear scraping noises alongside the walls and a really eerie noise like soft footsteps coming from outside. One of my bandmates found scratch marks on his body during the first week. Nothing too gnarly or violent, but visible enough.
I was vacuuming my room one night and turned off the vacuum to pick up a phone. As I went to get the phone, the vacuum had flipped itself on. I was totally creeped out and ended up sleeping on the sofa.
During my last few nights at the house, my bandmates later explained how some of their stuff would go missing and turn up later. I never had that happen to me however.
That house was royally messed up in my opinion. I'm not sure I believe much in paranormal stuff, but what happened at that place was pretty convincing. I think the home itself was from the 1970's or so, so it was pretty dated.
I no longer rock out with the band, so I'm not sure how they're holding up in the house.
Props to those Ghosthunters or whoever they are, who go into some of the darkest and gnarliest places!
All of a sudden, I just felt this incredibly feeling of hostility everywhere in the house. We all did.
Everyone turned their heads and looked down the long hallway. We all remembered seeing a shadow of some sort just hovering there before it whipped back into one of the rooms. The feeling of hostility eased, thankfully, but all of us didn't sleep well that night.
We all were pretty convinced the place was haunted, because every morning at about 3AM, we would hear scraping noises alongside the walls and a really eerie noise like soft footsteps coming from outside. One of my bandmates found scratch marks on his body during the first week. Nothing too gnarly or violent, but visible enough.
I was vacuuming my room one night and turned off the vacuum to pick up a phone. As I went to get the phone, the vacuum had flipped itself on. I was totally creeped out and ended up sleeping on the sofa.
During my last few nights at the house, my bandmates later explained how some of their stuff would go missing and turn up later. I never had that happen to me however.
That house was royally messed up in my opinion. I'm not sure I believe much in paranormal stuff, but what happened at that place was pretty convincing. I think the home itself was from the 1970's or so, so it was pretty dated.
I no longer rock out with the band, so I'm not sure how they're holding up in the house.
Props to those Ghosthunters or whoever they are, who go into some of the darkest and gnarliest places!
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This was good. I love the detail. Was there anymore descriptive characteristics? im very interested in this
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Once, after my 17 yo brother in law died of leukemia, we took home one of his helium balloons that were at his bedside. Somehow through the course of the night, that balloon traveled from the downstairs living room up to our bedroom. I think he wanted us to know that he was ok.
voted helpful: lilyloretta
When I was bored in a summer school class I focused on the guy two seats in front of me, and stared at his ear, all the while NEARLY-saying "You want to scratch your ear". Just at that energy level where I would be saying it, but my mouth wasn't moving and I wasn't using any voice. After about 2 minutes of concentrating, he scratched his ear.
Then I looked at the guy to his right, and Nearly-said "You want to scratch your ear". After another 2 minutes, the new guy did the same.
Proud of myself, I looked at the guy to his right, and Nearly-said "You want to scratch your left ear". After about 2 minutes, he scratched his right ear, and I went "nono, your LEFT ear."
He then scratched from his right ear, around to his nose, and all the way to his left ear, and dropped his hand.
I wish I could offer more proof than just having you take my word on this.
I'd bet you some of you scratched your ear while reading this, btw. :)
Then I looked at the guy to his right, and Nearly-said "You want to scratch your ear". After another 2 minutes, the new guy did the same.
Proud of myself, I looked at the guy to his right, and Nearly-said "You want to scratch your left ear". After about 2 minutes, he scratched his right ear, and I went "nono, your LEFT ear."
He then scratched from his right ear, around to his nose, and all the way to his left ear, and dropped his hand.
I wish I could offer more proof than just having you take my word on this.
I'd bet you some of you scratched your ear while reading this, btw. :)
Several years ago, a good friend lost her battle with cancer. For a long time after, I would hear my cell phone beep at seemingly random times. When I looked at the screen her contact info was displayed.
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I don't know if this is paranormal activity but here is my story.
I grew up in a old victorian house. I would have to say I was about 14-15 yrs old.I woke up out of a sound sleep one night.I had this really odd feeling.Almost as if someone was standing over me watching me sleep.
I opened my eyes and swear I saw a shadow standing over me looking down at my bed. I was freaked out.I quickly sat up and turned on my light to find my room empty.
Your guess is as good as mine as to if it is paranormal or not.
I grew up in a old victorian house. I would have to say I was about 14-15 yrs old.I woke up out of a sound sleep one night.I had this really odd feeling.Almost as if someone was standing over me watching me sleep.
I opened my eyes and swear I saw a shadow standing over me looking down at my bed. I was freaked out.I quickly sat up and turned on my light to find my room empty.
Your guess is as good as mine as to if it is paranormal or not.
A few years back, I worked at a bed and breakfast that was the former home of one of the head foreman that oversaw the building of the Biltmore House (George Vanderbilt's massive estate in Asheville, NC). Story was that the foreman married one of Vanderbilt's maids and settled in this home. To my knowledge, nothing bad happened in the home, the couple lived a happy life. They were known for throwing great parties with the orchestra playing on an upper balcony of the house. Well, there was one door that went out to the balcony that was NEVER used - it always had a locked deadbolt on it. One fall, right before Halloween, I had been cleaning up around that door, went down the main staircase and then heard a loud BAM! behind me. I turned around and the door was wide open.
The door was locked, it was not a windy day at all but to this day I have not been able to explain that incident.
The door was locked, it was not a windy day at all but to this day I have not been able to explain that incident.
voted helpful: lilyloretta
When I was a teenager (I'm about to date myself with the technology in this story), I was walking around a cemetery in the middle of our city, taking pictures with a disposable camera. I found one grave marker statue particularly pretty, so I snapped a picture of it right when I came in. As I was walking around, my discman (CD player) kept on dying. I eventually just put it away, and kept walking. At some point, I went to make a call, and my phone was acting weird: no service at all, despite being in the middle of the city, and the screen was faded. I kept on walking, and as I was leaving, I decided to take another picture of that first statue, in case the first one didn't turn out, and to use up the rest of my film.
The weird stuff is this: as soon as I left the cemetery, my discman started working again, and played for the next hour or so as I bussed home, so the batteries were just fine. My phone also went right back to normal. I could understand losing cell service maybe, but the fact that perfectly good batteries acted like they were dying in there was weird. Maybe weirdest is that when I developed the film, both pictures of that statue had a white orb in them. If I had taken them one right after the other, I would have thought maybe it was my thumb over the lens, or something. But every picture in between was perfectly fine, and somehow only that angel statue got the orbs.
The weird stuff is this: as soon as I left the cemetery, my discman started working again, and played for the next hour or so as I bussed home, so the batteries were just fine. My phone also went right back to normal. I could understand losing cell service maybe, but the fact that perfectly good batteries acted like they were dying in there was weird. Maybe weirdest is that when I developed the film, both pictures of that statue had a white orb in them. If I had taken them one right after the other, I would have thought maybe it was my thumb over the lens, or something. But every picture in between was perfectly fine, and somehow only that angel statue got the orbs.
voted helpful: lilyloretta
Ahh, the famous white orbs!
I made my first-ever visit to Philadelphia earlier this year, and I was on a private tour of Independence Hall around dusk (so just me and a few guards), and I snapped a few pics of the hall from the outside. I have 2-3 white orbs in the photos, and with each pic they were getting closer and closer to me.
It wasn't an issue of flash, glare, dust, or anything else. It was creepy and exhilarating!
I made my first-ever visit to Philadelphia earlier this year, and I was on a private tour of Independence Hall around dusk (so just me and a few guards), and I snapped a few pics of the hall from the outside. I have 2-3 white orbs in the photos, and with each pic they were getting closer and closer to me.
It wasn't an issue of flash, glare, dust, or anything else. It was creepy and exhilarating!
I used to work in human resources at a nursing home. I was aware of 'ghosts' from the day that I started there. They really don't do anything except make noise in the other office.
Our office was large and it housed 3 of us. there was a large filing room off to the side. In the file room, there were 8 large filing cabinets full of files (not light). On top of the file cabinets were books and supplies for various holidays including some cement podiams that stood about 1 foot high.
I was coming out of the file cabinet room and was standing by the door when that cement podium came flying at me and missed me literally by a hair. The girls at their desks said that it flew through the air as if it was thrown.
It was scary and i think my heart stopped. We sprayed the whole office with holy water.
Our office was large and it housed 3 of us. there was a large filing room off to the side. In the file room, there were 8 large filing cabinets full of files (not light). On top of the file cabinets were books and supplies for various holidays including some cement podiams that stood about 1 foot high.
I was coming out of the file cabinet room and was standing by the door when that cement podium came flying at me and missed me literally by a hair. The girls at their desks said that it flew through the air as if it was thrown.
It was scary and i think my heart stopped. We sprayed the whole office with holy water.
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well mine would be when i was just sitting in my room and i lite a macth {cause i like the smell at the end} so the i blew it out but i did'nt rember what i did it....
then i felt hotness on my leg and looked down and then saw the flame's
and i was on fire....
thats the answer
then i felt hotness on my leg and looked down and then saw the flame's
and i was on fire....
thats the answer
Thirty years ago when I became pregnant with my first child, I had an experience that I guess could be called "paranormal". Back then Sona grams were not done unless a problem was suspected. You were not given the option of knowing the sex of the baby in your womb.
I was happy to be pregnant but regretful that my Dad had not lived to share this joy with us. He had passed away the year before. During my first exam when the Doctor let me hear the baby's heartbeat, I also heard my father's voice inside my head. He said "You're going to have a baby boy! Please name him after me."
Preparations for our baby were easy. I decorated the nursery for a little boy. I bought baby clothes for a baby boy. Friends asked how I could be so sure I was going to have a boy. There was never a doubt!
The day our baby was born, the Doctor said "You have a healthy, baby boy." and I responded "I know! And I also know his name!".
I was happy to be pregnant but regretful that my Dad had not lived to share this joy with us. He had passed away the year before. During my first exam when the Doctor let me hear the baby's heartbeat, I also heard my father's voice inside my head. He said "You're going to have a baby boy! Please name him after me."
Preparations for our baby were easy. I decorated the nursery for a little boy. I bought baby clothes for a baby boy. Friends asked how I could be so sure I was going to have a boy. There was never a doubt!
The day our baby was born, the Doctor said "You have a healthy, baby boy." and I responded "I know! And I also know his name!".
Interesting story. Were you kinda freaked out though? Were you really close with your dad? and why would he want your son be named after him? Sorry, just curious.
My best friend had died back in 2006 and we were heavy with grief. I went to my mother-in-laws house and we were trying to unwind. My son took the camera and was snapping pictures b/c weird things kept popping up all over the place on the pictures. He went to take one of my mother-in-law but when we reviewed the pictures, you couldn't see my mother-in-law at all. All you could see was a ghostly outline of someone's head with a bloody eye socket. I learned later that she was shot in the face. I'll have to find the picture! I have it somewhere but not on this computer. It freaked me out!
Definately find that! I really want to see!
The weirdest paranormal activity that has happened to me was, when I was a kid, this took place at the back of our house, when I was playing with a pail of water, sprinkling the surrounding places with water near a tree on our backyard. Strange thing happened, I got sick the following day. I was also afraid of the crucifix. My father sought the help of a faith healer, she performed rituals and identified that I was under a spell from an enchanted being living in the tree on our backyard, which according to her was sprinkled with water when I played the other day. What the faith healer did, was she asked for forgiveness on my behalf and offered as sacrifice a stewed whole chicken. The next day I was healed, it was really strange.
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Looking back, I remember how every single person who visited us and stayed over reported similar things happening (the scratching on the walls, footsteps apparently outside, and doors slamming without any wind/people inside) usually around the same time (3AM).
When our band was performing together -before- we moved into the house together, we all were really good friends and would joke with each other a ton. We would practice constantly together. Overall there was a really awesome synergy when we rocked out together.
I'm not really sure if the house had anything to do with it, but after about 2 to 3 months or so of living in it, everything changed. We argued a -lot- more, got stressed out over really small and minimal stuff, and practiced less and less (mainly because there were so many trivial arguments and drama happening).
We still performed well at the shows, but we could all kind of feel that the synergy wasn't where it used to be. Probably because we all never really slept too well in the house.
I don't know if that could be considered something "paranormal," or if that was instead a hint of burn out (I highly doubt it was burnout, because each of us had really clear goals on what we wanted to do before we moved in).
Regardless, I remember for weeks during the final month, I had this strong gut feeling that I absolutely needed to move out.
When I finally did, I felt a lot lighter, freer, and happier overall. Funny, considering in any other situation I would have seriously been bummed out. Leaving a golden opportunity to kick it with your bandmates in your own house right?
I really feel that house had some bad and heavy vibes to it. Not sure if that old place had some sort of past to it, but every person who slept over for the night after a show/concert reported the same if not similar things going on.
Looking back on the house, I think the long hallway was where everyone felt the most hostility. Between our first move in night with that crashing sound, the footsteps, doors slamming, and the increasing hostility among each other, yeah... I can confidently say I never will return to that place again.
I think when I go ahead and look for a home, I'll probably be checking out new homes for sure. Haha, what an experience however!
Thanks for reading!