Dungeon_Shade

I just thought that I would share these with you, as they are entertaining/weird. And they are all true, despite how unreal most of these experiances are.

For some reason, I have the ability to sence "spirits". I am not a religious person, but I have seen too much to discount the "spirit" world. Sometimes, I can feel their presence, and even "see" these things. Usually they are evil demon like creatures.

Most of the time, I just "feel" where one of these spirit things are, and most of the time, it's just a gut level feeling. I get creeped out, etc.

The first time I experienced this was when I moved to my house where i grew up. I always got that something looking at you feeling while I crossed my street. It always made me run across it, and I felt really stupid doing it, wondering what people thought of me as I did it. I would panic.

I found out, that the exact spot I got creeped out at, a kid commited suicide. He was depressed, and blew off his head with a shotgun in the middle of the street. I also got this feeling in my houses laundry room.

I have had olot of experiences like that, but most of them are boring, and similar to that incident. Now I will get to the creepy stuff.

My best friend, at the time, had a poltergeist in his house. It was a noise ghost, and it would run up and down stairs, hit walls, and make nail on a door sounds. My friend told me a story about this ghost.

He said that one night, he heard a really loud thump, going up his stairs. He knew about this ghost, so he didn't do anything about it. Then he heard computer keys clicking in his house. He thought that someone was in his house, typing on his computer. My friend went up-stairs, slowly, with something in his hand, incase he had to defend himself. He saw the glow of his computer on the wall next to him. As he walked up the stairs, the clicking sounds got louder. Once he got upstairs, he looked where his computer was, and saw nothing. The glow dissapeared. then he hear footsteps behind him. He followed them, but couldn't see anyone. He followed the footsteps to a bookcase that held his bibles, and other religious texts. There were tearing sounds, right where the bible was. Nothing was moving. This went on for a few minutes, and he was freaking the shit out. He got his parents, they came down, heard the noise, and left the house.

The next day, they had an exorcism performed, to get rid of the demon.

They assumed that they succeeded, since the noises stopped.

A few days later, I spent the night at his house. The kid's room is in the basement, where the spirit resided. I woke up in the middle of the night, because of the cold, and his dog started barking at me. The dog was literally freaking out. It was growling, etc. I thought the dog was going to attack me, so I sat up. I noticed the dog wasn't barking at me, but behind me.

Right beside me was a formless shadow. I looked at it for a few seconds, terrified to move, thinking it might be some stranger.

Then my friend started muttering. He thrashed around in his bed, and started talking. It was a different language, and I had no idea what he was saying.

He stopped talking, and the shadow dissapeared, and the dog stopped barking.

After that, the kid had weird mood swings, and suffered from constant headaches. I stopped hanging around him because he became violent. His senior year, he dated every single girl I had ever had a crush on, and his liver failed. He was in a coma for a while, and the doctors never found out the cause of the problem.

He got better, eventually, but continued with his mood swings. I found out a few weeks ago that he is now in the hospital, in critical condtion, and he is having a liver transplant.

I think he may have been "posessed", but I think I would make an ass of myself if I told his parents or his doctors.

My other story is even weirder.

My Sophomore year in High-school, on Christmas Eve, I had a house fire.

The firemen were unable to locate the source of the fire, but they could tell that most of the flame came from the vents. My entire family was gone, doing last minute Christmas shopping. I found out the news while I was an hour away from my house, and that some of all of our birds had died, and that our cats had lived. I was furious. My sister told me that she had a dream about the fire the night before.

I finally got home, and surveyed the damage. Everything was ruined. The walls were all black, and you could see on the wall where the ash had fallen irregularly from the birds flapping their wings to escape their cage. What really weirded me out about the whole thing was above one of the vents was a heart, very black. It looked as though someone took a black crayon and drew it on the wall. We thought it was an arson, but a few weeks later, as we were cleaning up the fire stains on the wall, the heart would NOT come off. We tried to remove it with a chisle, but it showed up, no matter how far into the wall we cut.

About a month into remodling, I went downstairs, which was untouched by the fire. The only damage down there was from where the water from the firefighter's hoses had leaked through the floor. I got a VERY intense feeling of fear, and I had no idea why. I went upstairs, and as i was on the steps, I felt something touch my back. It freaked the shit out of me.

I got back to the car, and went to the apartment that my family was staying at. I fainted.

This sounds cheesy, but as I was out, I had a vision of a three year old child.
It was in my laundry room, and I saw it being murdered, it's remains put into the vent. It is a fire-heat vent, and the baby was cremated. Then I saw my house burst into flames. As this happened, a "camera" went through my vents, to where the fire started. I saw a hear burn itself into the wall, exactly where we saw it the night of the fire. Then I felt a sence of sereneness, and woke up.

I immediately told my parents, thinking it was a dream. It scared me, yet I felt comforted. My dad told me that some kind of spirit was in the laundry room, and that he and his church had "secluded" it to that area. He had no idea what caused this spirit.

A few days later, my mom remembered that we had our vents cleaned, two weeks before the fire, and that the cleaners got two vacuum cleaner bags full of ash. The cleaners said that the ash should have given us carbon monoxide poisoning, there was so much of it.

Now, when I go into that area, I no longer get creeped out.

Across our alley, a neighbor said to my dad (since he works with the church) that her three year old grandson sees something in their basement laundry room. He told her that he says it is a gentle spirit with burn marks on it.

Freaky, eh?

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hrandani

Jesus fucking christ

why do force myself to read this shit

I am so fucking creeped out right now

My girlfriend sees things like you have mentioned, I think she has a stronger connection to the spirit world than most people do. She hasn't talked to me about it for a while though, but I do know she sees shadows like you have mentioned.

However, I tend to catch onto things like this occasionally. This morning for example, after staying up all night I got up and went outside - it was very foggy, dark, and damp, but I had to catch a bus. The sun hadn't even considered rising yet, so I walked through this foggy darkness with all kinds of optical illusions playing tricks on my eyes for a mile to the bus stop. I swore I felt something staring at me, and once.. anyway I kept turning around expecting to see something like the red eyes of El Chupacabra coming to get me. But I was experiencing full-fledged screaming fear until I finally got to a lit area of the street where I felt safe.

Of course it is all ridiculous once you get to the university or wherever, but .. man.

Now I don't know if I can go to sleep.

SaltPork

Damn, that was some freaky reading. thanks for sharing.

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It was like that when I got here....I swear.

Dungeon_Shade

No problem, if I have any other stuff like that, I will share it with you guys

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El Pollo

Those are some strange stories. Sucks for you, though. Makes you wonder, if somebody who wasn't quite as in synch with spirits as you are was living in those places at those times, would they have had the same problems?

Dungeon_Shade

I was wondering that myself, El Pollo, but I think that anyone else would have had the same experiences. The fire was coincidence that we took out the soot, and I think that if anyone else had done the same, the fire would have been for them instead.

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Grasshopper Green

Just what I needed to read before I head off to bed

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Dungeon_Shade

Sweet dreams

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GakFace

Wow, You sound like me.. and thats pretty freakin' neat. Difference is that I am religious. The first part you state that you sense spirits.. a gut feeling. Trying to explain it in another thread I came up "an internal compass" The description I used to say was "an orangy feeling in my stomache" because that weird feeling felt most like that acidic sick feeling I'd get when I'd drink too much concentrated orange juice. But when you get the feeling outta nowhere.. no acids.. yeah. But yeah its like "there! Someone is RIGHT there."

I have a question for you, do you often get cold chills? I mean sure there are days when a cold breeze enter the room and "brr" and you get goose bumps. I call these cold chills because its the closest I can compare them to, and ya gotta compare if you want people to understand.. or attempt to. But its nothing like the wind carressing your skin, its more like a chill across your being. And if so, notice how the feeling is never quite the same? the angle, the direction, the movement, the deepness. So many different points, and chills. I ask only because to me the sensing of spirits near me and those chills just feel like they go together for me. Then again I say I'm empathic to the spirit world.. and if so.. if I can sense someone near me.. I should feel their moods too right?

But of course you might not hvae the empathic part because you can see them, which is something of course that differs between us. I've seen a few demonic creatures, but none with my eyes.. sorta. I've seen them in dreams, and once in my mind... when a hex was supposedly trying to be placed on me by it.. and then once when I opened my mind too much.. but I don't like going there. Maybe I'm like the blind version of you.

I often get that 'feeling' that someone is near me. And yes like you creeps me out. Not so much anymore, but when I was younger (i'm 22, by younger i Mean like 6-9) the feeling made me run the fuck away. I've since accepted it and just ask that they not stand near the bathroom when I'm in there.. as thats just weird. ((I used to always check in the shower when I'd use the restroom.. always felt like something was there, and in my basement yeah I just say to not watch me thats just freakish.))

What's funny is that you state the laundry room.. For the longest fucking amount of time I was scared of dark rooms because of my laundry room. No it wasn't the darkness it was that in light I could 'convince' myself that I was alone, but in darkness I could not. Later on through the use of a friend I learned that thats where the demons would.. inhabit. I'm the religious type as is my friend so this would be weird for you and others, but he said something like we have a gaurdian and demonic angel.. the demonics hung out there. Ever since I alerted my mom she put up one of her Jesus pictures down there.. something about it makes the room feel a lot nicer. But thats not all that's down there.
There was a point in time (again when the laundry room freaked me out beyond belief and I knew something(s) was watching my every move. Being scared (but my addiction to caffiene being greater.. hah) I'd go to the fridge but I had to do something.. something to get my mind off of the creepy feeling that scared me so much. I started making jokes, Cheesy but jokes and soon I would make a fool of myself. I always tell myself these moments are going to be replayed at the gates of heaven when I die, "Hey joe remember this one? HAH!".. yeah that'll be a fun initiation. After a while things got calmer and I realized what I had been feeling. Its weird because one last thing is that for some reason when things get really spiritual like this (ghostly//spiritually, same difference in my mind).. things just make sense. The feelings, the chills, the actions of spirits... I can make sense of.. even to the point of seeing the answer to it all in my mind visually. Its neat but something you cannot test.. if its a fake truth... how can I give a true answer? Anyways back to the story, what I then learned was that there were four demons there, but unlike the big bad demonic things most speak of, they were immature.. like us when we're 15... which probably helps explained why they liked me making such a fool of msyelf. Eventually I'd just go down and say , "Hey, how's it going?" grab my soda and walk off. Again to the skeptic, "you just comforted yourself," but then there's that empathic part.. I'd get a "Hi" right back.. in that 'saying hello to your friend between classes in highschool' kinda way. It was weird because the more respect I gave them as beings.. the same I got back. I wasn't feared like before. Though I do remember a time I saw something that made me think of a fear of spiders.. then saw a most vivid picture of them in my mind, then the emotion of laughter, lots of laughter. "Thats not funny guys..." and then ".. yeah ok a bit, but please don't" Its weird it became a friendship.. one I never though possible. Then one day all of them just disappeared. I have no clue where they are I hope its for better than for worse. I hope they saw the light and that I'll see them when I pass. Thats when a big bad grumpy was in the place of'em.. He wasn't very smart, but he tried to act big and bad.. worked until I realize to use my brain. Is there still a spirit down there? I think so but I haven't got a clue as to who, but that I just do my best to respect them like any one you might see, just a friendly gesture.

But yeah so I learned to accept the feeling of spirits around me and they have become everyday things (Heck I think I even discount them as "paranormal" now.. which might explain why I feel like I've had a lapse in paranormal things). I just nod and acknoweldge.

As I think about experiences.. I rarely have seen much.. with my eyes at least. Once at a summer job I saw someone walk past two aisles and then about 10 seconds later they *actually* walked past those two aisles, thats a weird one I don't get.

Same place, but with the mind's eye I once saw a little boy.. I'd say about the age of 3.. watching me. He was behind me just watching me. It wasn't fear or anger, but I'm not sure its like a mix of curiousity and awe.. or something. I'm not sure why he was watching me but he really enjoyed it. Too many ways to interperet it.

I've always been curious about going to a graveyard or a haunted house but I'm really iffy about them. My experiences have always been natural.. I never really sought them out. Ok I have, but not in the sense of going to a haunted house just to feel the spirits around me. And then if I do what's my reason for it? I wouldn't be going to take pictures or for that 'want to be scared' thing. I wouldn't be a skeptic. I guess I'd go to be that one believer that doesn't require photographic proof to just say hello. Actually thats a kind of nice way of looking at it. Kind of like someone bowing to you amongst a bunch of grave robbers. The organization here does all the photos and stuff, which is why I say "grave robbers" they seem to be looking for that proof, I just want to be nice and say Hi.

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biznatch

Once, I was "possessed"...or something..
Lying back in my bed, Just thinking...and suddenly all my muscles contract, I can't move, and I have strange sort of static sound ringing in my ears... I couldnt even scream, I was terrified, and then I heard someone's voice, talking and alughing, like if it were distant and close at the same time.
I got so fucking scared.

SQUIGGY

I can understand how this could effect you.

I lived in a house before where there ghosts. Not the really 'bad' type but one of them was mischiveous when neighbours came to visit and would start tapping on the walls working the way around the room until it stopped just above the visitors head..sometimes we d hear someone running up and down stairs when no one else was there...other times thje sound of things being moved in cub boards. Not as out there as your experiences.

But my cousin also lived in a house with the "bad type" where he got physically attacked by the ghost in his house and he even had scratches on his body afterwards. The family moved soon after his sister also got attacked ...20 years later they get goosebumps and are still freaked out if we talk about it. My Aunt and Uncle were home both times in the middle of the night when these things happen and back them up on the stories.

Helps to talk about it; but some people think your strange if you mention this type of thing,

shadowfiend

What happened after that? Did it stopped by itself or something? That really is some creepy shit.

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dun_ask

man, i'm scared.

biznatch

It abruptly stopped all of a sudden...the ringing of the ears quitted, and my muscles relaxed again for a second. but only a second, cuz I was like WTF!
I was creeped out beyond words.

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shadowfiend

Man I'm so glad that never happened to me. That was certainly hair-raising.

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