I've always had pretty awful night terrors that I'm not always sure happen while I'm still sleeping, including feeling pressure on the bed as if someone was sitting there, the bed shaking like it was a small earthquake (though H would not feel anything), and dark shadows that make me feel terrified. I also wake up a lot feeling like I'm choking or that something is on my chest and I can't breathe. There also have been incidents of having super real dreams where someone is at the foot of my bed speaking to me. Sometimes I can understand them, sometimes not.
Also, at the first apartment I rented by myself, lots of things happened that I can't explain. There was a floor furnace that would get as hot as coals when it was turned on, so I had to be careful not to walk on it while it was on. You had to literally turn it on; it wasn't digital, there was a switch. Many times I woke up to feel my way to the bathroom and the furnace would be on, with no idea how it got that way. I got to where I would sidestep the furnace because it came on so frequently. Lights would flip on the attic constantly, and I'd have to climb up there and turn it off. There would be footsteps a lot coming from the attic. Cabinet doors would be open in the morning. I hated that place.
I'm pretty convinced that our old house was haunted. Both DH and I had several incidents that we couldn't explain (only in 1 room and always involving the closet). Once, just after we moved in, I was putting stuff away in the closet when the bedroom door slammed shut. It kind of freaked me out, but I didn't think too much about it until I tried to close it myself later. I could not make it slam. Due to the friction of the run it would always slow down too much before it closed, and it needed an additional push to actually make it close.
Then, when DH was painting/replacing trim in the room, he was working on the trim around the closet (with the door open). He saw a shadow pass between the light he had pointing into the closet and himself (though he was facing away from the light). When he turned around (he thought it was me), there was no one there, but there was an obituary on the floor!
That room became DS1's room. He would often make comments about the wall talking. When questioned, he would always refer the corner by the closet as the "talking" wall. Other family members also felt strange things in that room.
Post by shadyblue42 on Jan 23, 2013 17:24:55 GMT -5
My mother-in-law's house is definitely haunted. I was there one day with my sis-in-law (no one else was home) and she went down to the unfinished basement to get something while I went to the bathroom on the opposite side of the house. 30 seconds later I could hear her yelling for me and went out to see what was going on. When I got to the stairway, the light was off and she was screaming. She said that she got to the middle of the room and the light turned off by itself, she thought it was me because the only light switch is at the top of the stairs. The weird thing was that the switch was flipped back to the off position.
You can also hear footsteps in the upstairs hallway and radios will turn on by themselves. Once a song was playing on the CD player but it wasn't turned on and the CD wasn't turning.
Also, when we were younger my friends and I were playing with the Ouija board in the basement of another friend's house. One of the girls got up to use the bathroom and made it halfway there and the toilet flushed by itself. Also during that Ouija session the radio that was next to us turned on by itself. It was not plugged in and their were no batteries in it. We threw the pointer and ran screaming up the basement stairs and when we were brave enough to come back down, the pointer was on Goodbye.
Sometimes I am convinced my DD can see my mom who has passed. I will sometimes find her just staring into the air and then she will start smiling and/or laughing. Maybe babies just do this, and I just want to believe that my mom is visiting her.
Post by donnamartingraduat on Jan 23, 2013 22:06:06 GMT -5
I do. I believe I lived in a haunted apartment my senior year of college. My bed would shake, objects would fall off shelves (as though it was playing with us -- something would fall in the in the bathroom, once we ran in there, something would fall in the kitchen), and a general creepy feeling.
I also have memories of seeing ghosts in my room and outside my window as a child, but the memories are so fuzzy that I don't trust them.
My friends and I took our Ouija board to a new school that was being built. The building was almost done there weren't lights and it was pitch black. We made a pentagram and put the board in the middle of it and lit a candle at each point. We sat down and placed our hands on the thingy. And then all of us got so scared we screamed and blew out the candles and ran home. Nothing happened, we just scared ourselves shitless. That's the extent of my ghost stories!!
When my uncle died in a car crash, my mom's clock stopped at the time of death and she and my grandma each smelled roses. This was 35 years ago. My grandma passed away last month. On the way to visit her grave, my mom's car filled with the scent of roses (she didn't have any flowers with her).
When my mom showed my brother (then 3) a photo of that same uncle, my brother replied, "Yeah, I know him! I was with him in heaven before I was born." It's not a ghost story, per se, but the way he said it was so matter of fact that it totally threw us for a loop.
I've had sleep paralysis before and it's freaky as hell. Scared the crap out of me.
We have stayed at the Stanley Hotel 3 times (with a 4th stay planned in a month) in hopes of an "experience" but nothing has ever happened. I didn't tell DH, but I purposely booked a "haunted" room for our next stay. He has no issue going and staying there but he's not quite as into the paranormal as I am.
Also, I had the same thing happen as papier. Last week, I had a dream so vivid about my grandma that I could feel the texture of her shirt under my hand as I hugged her, and the feeling of her cheek when I kissed it. I woke up and could smell her perfume, and until that moment I didn't even realize she wore any, and I'd never have been able to tell you what it smelled like. But I knew it immediately as "Grandma's scent," and it was so comforting.
Reading through my stories above and this one, they sound silly and I'm a big skeptic, but they've brought me comfort anyway.