Name one thing/situation/incident that has happened in your life that has no good explanation. Doesn’t have to be only ghost /paranormal stuff. Example: My daughter’s car seat inexplicably unbuckled itself a while back. I just went out there one morning, and it was on the seat, in the car, but no longer attached.
Example 2: My girlfriend and I were coming home from a night out one time and we were driving down my street. Could see my condo about 50 yards away and my car, just sitting parked in the driveway where it had been all night. As we got closer to the condo, my car just fucking started rolling down the driveway. Nobody was there. No reason.
Example 3: Same condo. Had a loft bedroom. Same girlfriend and I were up in the loft hanging out and all the lights were off because my roommate was asleep downstairs on the couch. We were laughing and suddenly the main living room lights came on and we thought he was going to be pissed because we were loud and had woken him up. Looked over edge of loft and sure enough, he hadn’t moved. Sound asleep. No clue why or how the lights came.
Not me, but my mom lost a business card once and I won't go into the long winded explanation of why she was so upset about it, but she was and asked her mom (who was/is dead) to help her and that evening or the next day found it sitting on top of the dog food in the closed dog food bag. Like, not sealed, but rolled up. No reasonable explanation for how it would have gotten in there.
My old apartment was haunted. I'd be in the office on my computer and something would flip my ponytail (I lived alone and usually kept the windows closed in that room). Later, my sister "saw" the thing that did it, it was a Victorian gentleman and from that point on if she didn't say hello when she came to visit something weird would happen to her (one time something got dropped on her face while she slept).
This one ended up getting explained later: In the same apartment as the first story, I had my tv in my bedroom. Late at night, I could hear voices--specifically a man's voice coming from the tv when it was off. It terrified me to the point I moved it to the other room (I still heard it though). I mentioned it to a neighbor and he said it was a guy one house over, he was a HAM radio operator and had his signal turned up too high so my tv was receiving the signal. He said "I'll take care of it." and it never happened again.
This isn't my story, but a friend of mine woke up one day, and their patio furniture sofa was pushed across their patio up against a built-in stone grill. None of their other furniture had moved at all, and it was not windy at the time. She told me about it and we joked about it. Then, a month or so later, it happened again. This time, it was while they were awake. They were sitting in the living room watching TV in view of the patio and everything was normal. Then they got up to start making dinner, and about a half-hour later walked back into the living room and saw that the sofa was moved again. I think she decided to get a motion-sensitive camera. I'll have to ask her if she ever did that and caught the sofa coming alive Beauty-and-the-Beast-Style.
Senior trip we had a Bon fire. We put it out with a ton of water. Like gallons and gallons and there wasn't really any more on it. We woke up to a huge ass fire burning. We were scared
My old apartment was haunted. I'd be in the office on my computer and something would flip my ponytail (I lived alone and usually kept the windows closed in that room). Later, my sister "saw" the thing that did it, it was a Victorian gentleman and from that point on if she didn't say hello when she came to visit something weird would happen to her (one time something got dropped on her face while she slept).
This one ended up getting explained later: In the same apartment as the first story, I had my tv in my bedroom. Late at night, I could hear voices--specifically a man's voice coming from the tv when it was off. It terrified me to the point I moved it to the other room (I still heard it though). I mentioned it to a neighbor and he said it was a guy one house over, he was a HAM radio operator and had his signal turned up too high so my tv was receiving the signal. He said "I'll take care of it." and it never happened again.
So there really were legit voices coming from your turned off TV thanks to that dude?
When I was little me and my sister shared a room, and a bed. My mom cut out like, a hundred felt stars and somehow taped/glued them to our wall. I still have clear memories of us lying in bed watching them dance. It was magical and not scary to us. Over the years, I've thought about it now and then, thinking it must have been a dream or something. Me and my sister lost touch for like 15 years when I lived with my dad and we lived miles apart. We got back in touch when I got married and me and H stayed with her and her family on the second leg of our honeymoon. One night after drinking she said "do you....remember when the stars used to dance??" I was like..."YES! WTF was that???"
I had a fish disappear once. When I was in college my roommate and I each had a betta fish (in separate bowls of course). One day I went to feed them and mine was gone. Nowhere to be found. I thought maybe it died and my roommate flushed it or something, but when I asked her she said she hadn't been home all day. So weird. I didn't have a cat at the time either. I still wonder what happened to poor Agnes.
I had a fish disappear once. When I was in college my roommate and I each had a betta fish (in separate bowls of course). One day I went to feed them and mine was gone. Nowhere to be found. I thought maybe it died and my roommate flushed it or something, but when I asked her she said she hadn't been home all day. So weird. I didn't have a cat at the time either. I still wonder what happened to poor Agnes.
Beta fish are wicked good jumpers. He may have jumped out and flopped under something.
I lived in an apartment with my boyfriend and one night he left the keys to his truck on the floor of the passenger side of my car. Next morning we found his truck had been moved to a different parking spot and basically someone had switched out a bunch of things that were in my car and moved them into his truck and vice versa. Nothing was stolen, just all rearranged in a really weird way. There were no identifying marks on his keys, his truck was so old you couldn't read the logo on the key anymore, so I'm not sure how someone figured out which vehicle the keys went to.
The other one I've told here before but I have a box of small nails in the garage that we use for hanging pictures throughout the house. We keep finding nails randomly in the middle of the hallways/rooms in our house. Literally right after vacuuming, we will walk down the hallway and there is a bright shiny nail in the middle of the carpet floor. Or in the middle of the living room, nowhere near the walls. We'll be in a room hanging out, and then come back a few minutes later and there is a nail in the middle of the floor that wasn't there before. The first couple times, we'd think oh, that's weird and pick up the nail and throw it away. But then it keeps happening, and it's not like we're still hanging pictures and accidentally dropped nails, we've lived there 6 years and all the pictures have been hung up the whole time. This has probably happened 10 times or more, but it seems like it has stopped now.
My father and I were in a roll-over car accident when I was 11. We both were wearing our seat belts. When they got the car right-side-up again, my father and my seat belts were wrapped around the metal frame around where the front windows were. There is no way that could have happened, unless you physically disconnected the seat belts, wrapped it around the frame, and reconnected it. My father and I walked away without a scratch.
Yes. Yesterday actually. I was getting ready for work in the downstairs bathroom. Home alone except for the dogs. The dogs were in the living room. We keep the upstairs gated so they can't go up. I swear I heard someone walking upstairs. Like it sounded like they were walking across the floor. This happened twice. I went upstairs, nothing up there. H came home to look. He also didn't find anything.
This morning my bedside lamp turned off while I was in the bathroom. Again no one home.
Our house was built in 1908. So we'll see if this is a ghost.
I had a fish disappear once. When I was in college my roommate and I each had a betta fish (in separate bowls of course). One day I went to feed them and mine was gone. Nowhere to be found. I thought maybe it died and my roommate flushed it or something, but when I asked her she said she hadn't been home all day. So weird. I didn't have a cat at the time either. I still wonder what happened to poor Agnes.
Beta fish are wicked good jumpers. He may have jumped out and flopped under something.
I thought that too and searched all over the floor and under the furniture. When we moved out I kept an eye out for it too, but maybe it flopped its way to a vent or something (even though the bowl wasn't near a vent)? Wouldn't it really smell though? haha
Post by rageragerage on Mar 8, 2016 18:08:42 GMT -5
My parents left my sister sleeping in our van while at a rest stop and the van somehow popped out of gear and rolled down a hill. There were two trees that the van should have crashed in to, but it made it through without a scratch and rolled to a stop. Other people saw it happen and insisted on measuring and the van was way bigger than the space between the two trees.
Beta fish are wicked good jumpers. He may have jumped out and flopped under something.
I thought that too and searched all over the floor and under the furniture. When we moved out I kept an eye out for it too, but maybe it flopped its way to a vent or something (even though the bowl wasn't near a vent)? Wouldn't it really smell though? haha
In 9th grade I used to get ready for school and get to the bus stop after the rest of my family left (bro and I were in different schools).
There was an antique clock in the room where I dried my hair that never worked. I finished drying and was brushing it out when it started chiming. It chimed 12 and then stopped. It never chimed again. It freaks me out.
When my sisters and I were younger, we used a Ouija board a couple of times at my grandparent's house. One time after playing, weird things started happening in that room. The computer would turn on by itself, even if I turned the power strip off (the strip then the computer would turn on). A touch lamp in the room would cycle through rapidly, etc. The touch lamp I assumed was because of electric or radio frequency. The door to the room would slam for no reason. Things like that.
Decades later, my dh and I buy the house from my gpa (last year). We'd been there a month and things started happening. I attributed the first couple of things (items being moved, lights being on when I thought they were off) to other people being in the house clearing it out of all the accumulated junk. Then one night, in the middle of the night, the dogs FLIPPED OUT. Full on going to rip the throat out of an intruder growls and barks. The next night they started barking the same way, and the door slammed. It finally dawned on me what was happening. The next day I told my H what I thought was happening. His response? "What kind of demon did you summon with the Ouija board?" He was seriously very concerned.
A couple of nights after that, the dogs started barking/growling again, and DH whips his cell phone out and tried to take pictures with the flash. He was sad that he caught nothing, but whatever it was seems to have been scared of the flash because it hasn't come back again.
Post by underwaterrhymes on Mar 8, 2016 18:42:25 GMT -5
When I was in high school, my sister, best friend and I were messing around with a Ouija board. It told me I was going to be raped by a man named Eddie Grist. We told it to prove it was real, and a candle we had lit under a hurricane glass blew out. We screamed and threw the planchette.
I didn't touch a Ouija board for years.
When I was 30, some friends and I were having an 80s night and goofing off with a Ouija board and they were all teasing me about this guy I was dating. I was insisting he was a short term guy who was incredible in bed, but not someone I would marry.
So they asked the Ouija board who I would marry and it started to spell out R. His first name began with R, but I knew It was totally one of them fucking around, so I laughed and pulled my hands off and that was the end of that.
I did not marry that guy. H's name does begin with R, but that's a coincidence.
DH had already left for work and I was getting ready. We lived in a 2 bedroom condo at the time. All of a sudden, creepy carnival type music started playing on DH's computer in the extra bedroom. It was definitely not like any music he would have on his computer. I was mildly creeped out and went to turn it off. I went into the room, went to the computer and as soon as my hand touched the mouse it juts turned off. Ahh. I was so creeped out. I didn't even finish getting ready - I just grabbed my purse and went to work. DH came home before me and apparently in my rush to leave I had forgotten to lock the condo door. Ooops.
We had just moved to NC and purchased our first house. We had moved for STBX's job so I didn't have a job yet. It was a two story house on a slab (so no basement). I was home alone, during the day, playing on my computer on the first floor. All of a sudden, I heard this loud bang. It sounded exactly like someone was upstairs and had jumped off one of the beds or something high. I was freaked the fuck out. I knew there couldn't possibly be anyone in the house, so I went upstairs to take a look to see if something had fallen over. I searched the entire upstairs and everything was exactly how it should have been. I never could figure out what that noise was, but it certainly scared the crap out of me.
My grandma had an old grandfather clocked that hadn't worked in years. When she died last year, the whole family was sitting in her living room the night before the funeral. All of a sudden, the clock started dinging. My mom has it now, and it hasn't done that since.
Post by lovelovelove on Mar 8, 2016 19:19:45 GMT -5
Hs mom was terminally I'll when we got engaged so we got married really quickly so she could see us get married. It was super rushed. Although our wedding was lovely the whole situation was overall not what anyone would have wanted. I had this feeling that his mom's heart was broken and felt super guilty.
A few months later I was walking by myself in our city (on cobblestone), holding a tote with our wedding proofs and other random stuff. I noticed my engagement ring was missing. I panicked, started searching between stones, backtracked all the way to my car, came back, unloaded and reloaded my bag a couple times, filed a police report, had my mom help me look, etc. We gave up after about 5 hours and decided to start calling pawnshops. I started to unpack my bag and under a few things, sitting on top of the box of proofs was my ring like someone had placed it there.
About 2 hours later I got a call from h that his mom had passed away.
When I was 16, my friend and I spun out in the middle of a highway going 120 mph and barely missed a bridge. There was smoke everywhere from the tires. The car was also about to tip over as we were spinning, but some how we got back into control and kept driving.
The next morning we went on the top of the bridge to look where it happened, there were tire tracks everywhere. Then that afternoon we drove on the same highway and every single tire tracks had disappeared.
When I was in high school, my sister, best friend and I were messing around with a Ouija board. It told me I was going to be raped by a man named Eddie Grist. We told it to prove it was real, and a candle we had lit under a hurricane glass blew out. We screamed and threw the planchette.
I didn't touch a Ouija board for years.
When I was 30, some friends and I were having an 80s night and goofing off with a Ouija board and they were all teasing me about this guy I was dating. I was insisting he was a short term guy who was incredible in bed, but not someone I would marry.
So they asked the Ouija board who I would marry and it started to spell out R. His first name began with R, but I knew It was totally one of them fucking around, so I laughed and pulled my hands off and that was the end of that.
I did not marry that guy. H's name does begin with R, but that's a coincidence.
And I never did meet anyone named Eddie Grist.
I cannot explain the candle blowing out, though.
I love you, but this totally gave me story blue balls, lol.
Post by MixedBerryJam on Mar 8, 2016 19:33:25 GMT -5
My cat went missing when we had just moved to a new home near a beach. We searched everywhere, asked everyone, put posters on every pole. I was sure he climbed out onto the jetty and was washed away when the tide came in, and was crestfallen. Two weeks later, in the middle of a torrential downpour meowing at the front door woke us up at 4am. It was him, bone dry and perfectly groomed. To this day we don't know where he was or who he was with. Not ghosts-and-gremlins unexplainable, but we often wondered aloud wtf happened to him. He never looked as good as that first day home, before or since.
We hear footsteps all of the time in what would have been my son's nursery and where his memorial is now. And as soon as we hear them, our dog perks up and stares intently towards the top of the stairs.
I used to think it was old house creaks, but they're fairly distinct steps.
When I was in high school, my sister, best friend and I were messing around with a Ouija board. It told me I was going to be raped by a man named Eddie Grist. We told it to prove it was real, and a candle we had lit under a hurricane glass blew out. We screamed and threw the planchette.
I didn't touch a Ouija board for years.
When I was 30, some friends and I were having an 80s night and goofing off with a Ouija board and they were all teasing me about this guy I was dating. I was insisting he was a short term guy who was incredible in bed, but not someone I would marry.
So they asked the Ouija board who I would marry and it started to spell out R. His first name began with R, but I knew It was totally one of them fucking around, so I laughed and pulled my hands off and that was the end of that.
I did not marry that guy. H's name does begin with R, but that's a coincidence.
And I never did meet anyone named Eddie Grist.
I cannot explain the candle blowing out, though.
I love you, but this totally gave me story blue balls, lol.
The most unexplainable thing to me here is that someone recalled the term planchette. I was seriously impressed.