What paranormal events have you experienced?

[awesomepeter 33]

Ghosts, haunted houses, bigfoot etc.

[AncientFire 1,894]

already can tell this is gonna be a good one  :D

[u812ic 1,629]

My Mother, Brother and I have experienced paranormal activities. How many do you want listed? All of them have a story behind them and all a bit lengthy. 

[AncientFire 1,894]

My Mother, Brother and I have experienced paranormal activities. How many do you want listed? All of them have a story behind them and all a bit lengthy. 

tell us all

[u812ic 1,629]

OK, you asked for it, so here goes:

 

 

Mother:

 

My Mom was visiting her Sister in Georgia, USA, who lived in an early Colonial house. Her Niece was in college, so she slept in her room. About dawn, Mom woke up with a start thinking someone was in the bedroom. She was right. Peering out the window, crying, was the apparition of a woman dressed in clothing from the Colonial Times. My Mom said she wasn't frightened, but felt saddened by her presence. She asked her Sister about it. She said that apparition was documented. No one knows her name. Apparently, around dawn she saw her Husband killed by a Union Soldier and is still mourning for him. (American Civil War 1861-1865). Mom stayed for her entire week visit and saw the woman 3 times. Her Niece came home from college for the weekend. When questioned about the apparition, she said that she hadn't seen the woman in quite awhile, but that was because she had gotten used to her and no longer woke her up.

 

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Brother:

 

 My Brother rented an apartment while he was going to college. Every night a woman appeared in the living room, went into the kitchen and started rummaging around in the pots and pans as if she was looking for something. She appeared between 12 midnight and 1:00 am. The Landlady warned him about the apparition. My Brother, being the skeptic, didn't take her seriously.

 

His first night in the apartment proved to be very eventful. He had gone to bed around 11:00 pm feeling very tired and looking forward to a good night's rest. Around 12:30 am, the noise started. My Brother jumped out of bed to see what was causing such a clatter. That's when he saw the woman moving around the pots and pans in the kitchen. He watched her for about 10 minutes or so, then she went into the living room and disappeared.

 

The following night, he awoke to the same noise. He got out of bed and there she was, in the kitchen. On the third night, he stayed up to see if she would appear. She didn't disappoint him. She materialized in the living room and went directly into the kitchen. After watching her for a minute, my Brother asked her what she was looking for. She never answered.

 

About a week later, my Brother was telling his friend about the woman, he didn't believe in ghosts either. My Brother invited him over. Sure enough, she appeared right on schedule. The friend turned as white as a ghost (pun intended) and left, never to enter the apartment again. The rent was month to month and after the month was up he moved out. Not because the woman frightened him, but because she frightened all his friends and none of them would come over, not even for a beer. None of the others ever saw the nightly guest, it was just the thought of a ghost being there that frightened them. 

 

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The following are experiences my Mom and I had after my Dad passed away: 

 

First, some background. I was visiting my Grandparents in Indiana, USA and my parents lived in Florida, USA. While I was there, my Grandmother asked if there was anything my Mom wanted from the house. I called my Mom and she said that she remembered a mantle clock at her Grandmother's house (my Great Grandmother) and wondered if she had it. Grandma said that she would look for it in some boxes in the basement. While I was there, I spent a couple nights with my Aunt. When I went back to my Grandparent's house, Grandpa showed me a mantle clock and asked if that was the one, I didn't know, but took it anyway. I didn't know it at the time, but later I found out that the clock was a gift for my Grandparents on their first wedding Anniversary. They were married in 1919. 

 

I took it to Florida with me. My Mom said that wasn't the one she was thinking about. I called my Grandparents and told them, but that was the only one they had. That's when I found out it had been a gift. I offered to send it back, but they told me to keep it. It quit working many years ago and was never able to get to working again. My Grandmother suggested we find someone who repairs antique clocks.

 

Now, this is where things get a little weird. 

 

My Father wound the clock with the key and it started ticking. It kept good time, had a Westminster chime on the hour and bonged out the hour. Every 15 minutes it had a short chime. A couple weeks later, I went back to my apartment in Maryland, USA. I called my Grandparents and told them about the clock. Grandpa, who always kept the clock wound, said that one morning, he wound it as usual, but it had stopped ticking. They left it on the mantle for another year. Grandma said that she had enough dust collectors and boxed it away in the basement. 

 

The clock ran for about 5 years and quit. My Dad found a Horologist (one who makes or repairs clocks and watches) whose specialty was antiques. My parents took it to him. He pulled the nails out of the back panel of the clock. What he told my parents was a real shocker. He said that there was no way that clock could have ran, not even for one second. The gears were made of wood and worn down so much that they didn't even meet anymore. In fact, the tip of one gear was broken off. My Dad asked if it was done while he wound it. The man said No, it wasn't a fresh break. 

 

My Mom eventually took the clock off the mantle and on top of the China cabinet in the dining room, just outside my old bedroom. Five years later, my Dad became very ill. My Mom was still working so I moved in with them to care for my Dad. Two years after that, he passed away. I stayed with my Mom.

 

About 2 years after my Dad's demise, I was in my bedroom and heard the clock chime. I called to my Mom, who was down the hall in the living room. She came in the dining room just as it stopped, but she had heard it. I put my ear close to the clock and it was ticking ever so softly for about 10 minutes and it stopped. What was really strange was the time. The clock chimed the complete Westminster chime and then chimed off 2:00. What was really strange was the clock hands said, as I recall, 11:20. The clock chimed, but not always the Westminster chime, but one of the chimes it made on the quarter hour and tick for anywhere from 5 minutes to 15 minutes and never the right time. That lasted about 2 years and quit. My Mom said that it was my Dad letting us know that he was still around, watching over us. 

 

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Still more about my Dad after he passed.

 

My Dad smoked a pipe for many years and used Cherry Blend tobacco. It had a very distinct cherry smell unlike any other pipe tobacco. One day, I came home after a couple hours of running errands, to find my Mom in tears. I asked her what was wrong. She said, "Your Dad was here." She went on to say that she was reading when she smelled his pipe. It was very strong and filled the room. She said it lasted about 10 minutes, she guessed. I believed my Mom, but still felt a little skeptical. The following day, I had a Doctor's appointment in a neighboring city. It was during the summer, but it hadn't gotten really hot yet so I had my windows open instead of the A/C. I was sitting at a red light in the left turn lane when I smelled my Dad's pipe. I looked at the cars around me and no one was smoking a pipe. In fact, no one was smoking anything that I could see. The smell lasted through the entire red light, about 2 minutes, I'd say. As soon as the light turned green, the smell was gone. 

 

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My Dad walked with a cane because he had a problem with his equilibrium. When he put his cane down, it came down on the wooden floors with a loud thud. One afternoon, I was in my bedroom when I heard a series of thuds. I thought my Mom was doing something. I looked out my bedroom door, down the hallway and saw that she was sitting in her chair engrossed in her book. I still heard the thud coming down the hallway, coming towards me. I said, "Dad, is that you?" My Mom looked up from her book and asked if I was talking to her. That's when the thudding stopped. I asked her if she had heard that thudding in the hallway. She said she hadn't, she was concentrating on her book. I told her that it was in the same cadence as Dad's walk. She said, "I'm glad he's still around." That was the only time I heard that sound.

 

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My Dad had passed a few days before Christmas. It was his favorite holiday, he was like a kid on Christmas day. Couldn't wait to open presents and was so excited with each present he opened. 

 

The following Christmas, a year after he passed, my Brother and his wife were with us for a few days over Christmas. I was standing in the doorway between the hallway and the living room facing my Mom who was talking to my Brother. To my right was the wall with a shelf within arms length of me. On my left was the couch with my Brother closest to me and his wife next to him. I was listening to the conversation when suddenly a small clock that was one the shelf flew past me, hit the arm of the couch, bounced off and landed in front of me. I was staring down at the clock, speechless. When I finally found my voice, I called everyone's attention to the clock at my feet and told them how it flew right in front of me and hit the couch. My Brother chuckled a bit and said, "I wonder why he's mad at me. What did I do?" My Mom said, "I think he's upset with all of us. We haven't had our Christmas toast in front of the tree, yet." I said, "Wait a minute, Dad." and went down to the liquor store to get my Dad's favorite bottle of booze, Yukon Jack. I went home and we had our Christmas toast in front of the tree with a shot of Yukon Jack in each glass. We made sure we included my Dad. 

 

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My experience with my Mom after she passed:

 

My Mom was a gardener, not farming, but rather flowers. Her favorite were her roses. She had several different types and colors of roses growing in the backyard near the patio so she could see them when we sat out there. She kept very good care of them. There were many other plants and flowers growing in her many gardens, but the roses got the most attention. 

 

My Mom fell very ill and was unable to work in the gardens anymore. I kept them up as best I could, but the roses were a puzzle to me. They just weren't doing well at all. I told my Mom and I helped her outside to look at them. She told me several things to try, but all was for naught. They failed, as her body failed. She became bedridden and would ask me how her roses were doing. I always told her they were doing just fine. When I found a freshly bloomed rose, which weren't many, I'd bring one in for her. When she passed, there was one bush barely holding on. It finally died a few months after she did. 

 

About a year after my Mom passed, I came home from running errands and the whole living room had a very strong smell of roses. It lasted a long time. I hadn't sprayed any room spray and there wasn't anything in the house with that smell. I sat down on the couch and talked to my Mom for awhile. The whole room felt peaceful and calm, a little eerie but comforting. My Mom passed away in 2012 and I still smell roses in the living room once in awhile, though not often. It's only in the living room I've noticed that smell. I think it's because she passed away in the living room. 

 

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A few years after my parents passed, an incident started in the bathroom. Now, I'm not saying this is my parents, I haven't a clue. The city cemetery is just the other side of my back yard fence, so no telling who it is. 

 

The bathtub is a free standing antique cast iron tub that that sits on a pedestal. There's a hose attached to the faucet and a spray head on the other end (my doings years ago when no one in the house liked taking baths...showers only. There's no way to hook up a shower head). 

 

One day, a couple years ago, I was getting ready to go someplace and went out to the truck to get something. On the way, a bird decided to let one go, right on top of my head. I went in the house and started to wash my hair. I was standing outside the tub, bent over the edge. I got the water temp comfortable and wetted my hair. When it came time to rinse, the water was so hot it nearly burnt my scalp. I looked at the hot water knob and it wasn't set where I had put it. I turned down the heat and rinsed. The following night, I was sitting on a tub stool taking my shower. While I was rinsing, the water suddenly got extremely hot. I looked at the hot water knob and it was set way above where I had it. I turned it back down and started rinsing again. The hot water was getting hotter and hotter. Again, I looked down and the knob was above where I set it. I turned it down and put my foot on it. 

 

About a week later, I was in the tub washing my hair. When I started to rinse, the hot water temp suddenly went way up and burnt my scalp (the hot water temp is set at 148 degrees for the dishwasher). I turned the got water down to where it was supposed to be. I sat there watching the knob and I saw it turning on it's own. I turned it down, waited and it went back up. I said out loud, "Please don't do that. The hot water is very hot and it will hurt me. Please stop." It never did that again. I was telling a friend about it. He said that the day he came over and we were working in the yard, he went in to clean up. I remembered the day. He said the same thing happened to him. I asked him why he didn't mention it and he said that he thought he had set it up too high to begin with and didn't give it another thought. 

 

Was it a ghostly visitor? Or a natural phenomenon? The hot water incident happened several times, more times than I indicated. It never happened again after the request to stop. My friend witnessed it too. 

 

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There were some small empty boxes stacked in storage room. I heard a noise and investigated. The boxes were not only on the floor, but strewn all over the floor. I stacked them back up and left the room. The following day, I went into the room to find them strewn on the floor again. I stacked them back up in smaller stacks. That night, I heard a noise in the storage room. I took a look and there were the boxes again, on the floor. I left them there for a few days and then piled them back up again. This time they stayed put.

 

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After my Mom passed, I converted her bedroom into a den. Occasionally, I'll hear noises in there like something being moved. I'll look in there but see nothing amiss. But once in awhile, I'll see something out of place. One night, I had a good talking to. I asked her to please leave things where they are. She doesn't listen to me. She still moves things. Or at least I think it's her. I don't know for sure. Maybe it's a visitor from over the back fence. 

 

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Well, you wanted to know the stories, so there they are, at least most of them, but certainly not all. I live in a spooky old house.

 

Edited March 3, 2019 by u812ic