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Originally posted by zf0enix
Seriously, that's some crazy shit. How come nothing cool like that ever happens to me?
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It's not as cool as it sounds. A door swinging open or shut by itself may sound like a cool occurrance, but when it happens in your presence, it can range from unsettling to terrifying.
I've had my share of paranormal experiences.
Last year, the day after my father died, my mother and I were simultaneously awakened by his voice calling her name.
There is a spirit, who I assume to be a Native American who lived in this area hundreds of years ago. He stands at the entrance to the woods behind my house, never moving, just standing, I assume he is watching over the land. The dirt on our property is only about 1-3 inches above the layer of bedrock, otherwise I'd worry about an Indian graveyard.
I've seen an "orb" on my webcam; it was not visible to the naked eye. I took extensive measures to ensure that it was not a camera problem or a reflection of something else.
My basement is arranged with a main room(the "playroom"), a smaller room (the "piaino room" at one end of it with an open arch as the door, and a storage area (the "workshop," which it used to be) with the door on the wall next to and perpendicular to the piano room door. Earlier this week, I was in the workshop getting something, the piano room light was on so that I could walk far enough into the workshop to turn on the light without tripping and falling. Once I was done, I turned off the workshop light, turned off the piano room light, and walked to the stairs (in the playroom) about 10 feet away. As I turned to flip the lightswitch, I saw that the piano room light was on. I assumed that I had only pushed the switch halfway down and that it had bounced back up. the same thing happened again, and I assumed the same thing. I turned it off and thought nothing of it as I went back upstairs. Later that night, I went down to get some laundry, and teh light was on again. I turned it off, and started to wonder about it. The next morning, it was back on. The night that it happened, my mother heard my father's voice again.
A few weeks ago, another interesting incident occured in the basement. I left the workshop, and as the door has a tendency to fall open, I took a shall box from a table and put it in front of the door to keep it shut. As I turned around to shut off the light, the box was back on the table and the door wide open.
I've had other encounters with the supernatural, and I am studying various related topics. I have learned to "see" auras around people and some spirits, and I have been able to count the auras in a dark room.
Of all the paranormal experiences I've had, I've saved the best for last. We've all probably had dreams about flying, but mine once went a step further. I woke up with my nose on the ceiling, and sprained my wrist when I fell 6 feet down to my bed.