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anyone have any paranormal experience?
Pretty freaky experience Aileen. Good call with discarding the book. I don't think it's wise to dabble in the Black Arts, Satanism or even Ouija Boards. After all isn't life chaotic and unpredictable enough with out reaching out to the unknown?
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I can't say I have experienced anything, but my mom sure tells stories. She swears ghosts follow her wherever she lives.
if u ever remember the name of the book i would like to know
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I just may be nuts lol jk but I wouldn't mind reading it
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this is the book Samantha, Say You Love Satan.
They have it on Amazon. let me know how it goes.
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Child Possessed by David St. Clair
who wants to read it?
R u kidding me it like when people play with a ouja board u don't know what comes in frm the other side
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I has some family members play with the board and really creepy stuff happen they had a candle floating shadows when they were by there self flipping of chairs and so on
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my moved out of that house and i know the new owners they say that they ant see anything weird or anything
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I've had several. I have been told I am a sensitive, but I have not really developed it. Once when I was 9 at my grandmother's funeral I went up to the casket when no one was looking and touched my grandma's hands. I swear they were very warm. I went to get my mother telling her that grandma was alive and she was warm. Mom touched her and said she was cold. I did it a second time then, and she was. Maybe she was trying to comfort me? A couple of nights later after the funeral I couldn't go to sleep so I was staring at the ceiling. I felt someone touch me and looked down. A white hand went down me and over to my sister (we shared a bed then) it went up her body and stopped on her shoulder and it appeared to pat it. This was something my grandma would do every night when she was alive to checked on us. I also saw her in our house weeks later. We were watching TV in the dark and our dog kept looking in the kitchen. Her head moved back and forth. I looked in there myself and saw a white shadow move back and forth in the kitchen and fade. When my grandma was alive, she would put on her coffee on the stove to the right, go to the refrigerator and get out the butter and jelly, in the middle, and put it on the table to the left. Then go back to the refrigerator top in the middle and get the bread down, go back to the table on the left and get out 2 slices for toast, and go back to the counter on the right to put her toast on, then go back to the table on the left to get the bread and put it back on the refrigerator in the middle and go sit down for a moment at the table on the left. Then, she would go to the stove on the right get her coffee and bring it to the table on the left. She then went back to the right to get a cup and saucer down and get her toast out of the toaster. She would go back to the table on the left and sit down and eat. Don't ask why she did all this back and forth stuff because I know she could have just as easily done it a lot easier maybe her age (in the 80's)but that was her routine everyday. It couldn't be anyone else but her. Another episode occurred months after she passed. I had read this article on automatic writing and I thought I would try it out. I got a piece of paper and a pencil and sat on my bed saying I wanted to talk to my grandma. I closed my eyes and just relaxed my hand with the pencil in it. Then, I asked if she could hear me, how she was doing. The pencil moved and wrote I AM FINE. Then asked if she was OK. The pencil wrote I AM OK. I was so excited I said I had to tell my mom and dad. The pencil wrote again NO, DON'T DO THAT. When I asked why it wrote THEY WOULDN'T UNDERSTAND. I said OK. Then I asked if I could talk to her again. The pencil wrote NO. When I asked why, it wrote, IT'S TOO DANGEROUS. Then I said OK to her and it wrote GOOD BYE. I never was able to talk again after that time and have never tried it since. We had a Ouija board as well Samantha and Aileen. When we grew up for some reason I got custody of it, I kept it in my living room closet in my apartment. I was in my apartment one morning cleaning and every time I passed the closet it was as if something was pulling me toward the closet and it just felt wrong or evil. This went on for a couple of days every time I passed it. Finally, I decided that was what it was. I got it out and threw it away far from my apartment building. I never felt anything more when I walked by that closet again. I have had several Deja vue experiences, but I have bended your ear long enough in this post.
I have had multiple paranormal experiences but the one I don't think I will ever forget...It was February of 2010. My youngest child(he was 15 1/2 at the time) died in January of 2010. I am in South Dakota and it's beyond cold that time of year. Anyway I was sleeping in my bed(it's a queen size). I sorta woke up to someone climbing into bed with me. I could feel the blankets lift and the weight displacement. I have kids so I didn't think anything of it. Except the person was so cold I could feel the chill coming off of them when my arm bumped him/her(?). So I mumbled to turn on the space heater. I went back to sleep. When I got out of bed later about 3 am my daughter was sitting at the computer and hadn't gone to bed yet. My other son had decided to stay at my parents house. I still wonder if it was my baby.
Teresa wrote: "R u kidding me it like when people play with a ouja board u don't know what comes in frm the other side"I don't know about that really. A friend of mine had one for a long time. Let's start with this info; that even if you are not asking me a question I will answer it even if just thinking the answer to myself. So only freaky thing that I ever saw happen is that the Ouija board was giving my answers. yeah the ones I was not saying out loud. We experimented with it. Someone touching the pointer would ask a question. I would write down the answer I was thinking and yeah they'd match.
I am so sorry for your loss, Nora aka Diva. I bet it was your son, trying to let you know he was OK.
One other one I had but it's a long story and maybe won't have the impact for anyone else but here goes...My dad, who passed in 2001, and I both paint. I have a shop on cafepress, which is this site where you upload your art to be printed on things like T shirts, mugs, etc. I did a few with my dad's paintings for the family. To be included in searches, you had to put in keywords but I didn't on my dad's.
The very moment my mom's mom passed (literally, the very second), which was also their wedding anniversary, one of the mugs with my dad's paintings sold to some person in the mid-West--no relation or anyone I knew. And this was 7 years after I did the listings. I'd forgotten they were even still on there.
I've never sold one of his before or since, and, like I said, they were not even included in search results.
I believe that was my dad's way of coming through and, since then, I've believed wholeheartedly in life after death.
Laura wrote: "I am so sorry for your loss, Nora aka Diva. I bet it was your son, trying to let you know he was OK."Thank you. I think it was him too but all I have is the feeling; no proof.
I actually did have something pretty freaky happen to me about 10 years ago. I don't know if it was paranormal. Frankly, I don't believe in the paranormal, but it scared the crap out of me.I laid down in bed one night super tired, it was one of those times when I was going to be asleep in seconds. I was facing the wall with my back to my open bedroom door. There were lights on in the hallway which meant if anyone walked by my doorway it would cast a shadow on the wall I was facing. Sure enough, I see a shadow on my wall and I assume it's my roommate walking down the hall. About that time I fall right asleep. Later on, I don't know how much time had passed, I wake up lying flat on my back--I never sleep on my back because that hurts my back--and I look up and see what I can only describe as a witch at the foot of my bed. I'm absolutely shocked! I intend to jump up just as fast as I can, only I find myself to be paralyzed! I can not move a muscle! So I start trying to yell and scream and whatnot and raise the alarm, but I can't as much as part my lips! Nevertheless, I was making some noise as this thing scurried out my bedroom door. As soon as it left, I knew I could move again, but I didn't even bother to for a few minutes. I laid there thinking, what the hell just happened? A few minutes later I get up and go in the living room to see if my roommate heard me calling for him. He assures me he didn't. He tells me he hasn't even been to my side of the house that night, which I most certainly believe because I knew he was glued to the TV watching rented movies.
That got me doing research. And supposedly this is a pretty common experience people have reported for thousands of years. It called the "Old Hag." It's some kind of incubus or succubus or something. People wake up and report being paralyzed with this thing sitting on their chest. I would have had a heart attack if that had happened to me, but it was at the foot of my bed, and I most certainly was paralyzed in its presence. It's totally nuts. Now, since I don't believe in the paranormal, I can only presume it was an episode of sleep paralysis that we know happens sometimes to people. I probably just hallucinated it or something I guess. It happens.
My grandparents live in a home that I believe has paranormal activity. The man that built the house died and I know how much he loved it. I don't think he left. I have so many experiences in there. Too many to talk about. I'll just talk about one that sticks in my mind vividly. My grandparents were going to the store to grab a few things. My mother and I were left behind. We were in the kitchen talking. The television was on playing the movie Sixth Sense but we weren't really watching it. All of a sudden we heard a distinct male voice emit a long sigh. Like someone does when they are tired. There was NO normal explanation for that and it wasn't coming from the television. No men were in the house at the time. My mom asks me, "Did you do that?" I said, "Um no. Did you?" She replied, "No." Then I kid you not that little weird kid in the movie Sixth Sense says, "I see dead people." I grabbed my baby and ran out of there so fast. I think I should have joined a track team. LOL! We were so scared we accidentally locked ourselves out. Kind of funny but not at the time.
Great story Ellena, nice to have you in the group.
Holy crap, Aileen... I have goose bumps as I write this. While I was reading your story, I started to think of a book that had a similar affect on me. Now, I don't have nearly as good a story as you do but the book was ultra creepy and has stayed with me for years. The name of my book... "Say you Love Satan". Discovering, a few posts later, that this SAME book was the center of your story just creeps me out.
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I had precognitive dreams often when I was young. Detailed dreams about an unknown place/room I had never seen. Conversations with people I had never met. Nothing scary just a discussion. Years later I am sitting in THAT room having those conversations with those Specific people. I would turn pale and the awful flip flop of my stomach as I internally recite the next few sentences each person will speak.Also had some scary things with invisible entities. The last one I ever had was in college. I had a private room at the dorm. Suddenly woke up feeling something was watching me. It seemed to be everywhere. I realized I felt a monstrous thing held my bed in its hand just staring me.I closed my eyes and prayed to all divine entities.It felt angered and left through the window. Never saw anything but it felt so real.
My husband and I traveled to my parents' house for Christmas. My mother anwered the door after we knocked. I suddenly KNEW she would be dead in three months. She died suddenly of a stroke March 1 - about three months after Christmas.When I was still unmarried and young, in my 20's, my brother went to a weekend retreat learning meditation techniques. One of them was to mentally envision an elevator going down into a room full of boxes. I and my mother laughed.
I had arrived at my mother's house before him and was sitting down on a couch. He had come in, sat, and was talking about what he had been doing. I had said nothing to him about my life events. When he mentally took his elevator down, he spoke of me having trouble with my knee (I had sprained it, which he did not know). He said "you have a bad tooth, also", which I did, an abscess, which I had never had before so I didn't know what was wrong with it until later when I went to the dentist.
I've never had any of my own, so feel strange telling someone else's stories...In WI, I had a "non-trad" student (she was in her 30's, not in her teens or early twenties). She explained that often, when on the living room sofa, out of the corner of their eye, they would get a glimpse of a woman in a long dress (circa late 1800's) standing in the doorway in the kitchen,which led to the basement stairs. If they turned their heads to look at her full on, she would be gone.This was a rented house. They didn't comment on this with anyone. One day, either she or her boyfriend had relatives visiting. When everyone else went out for a walk, one cousin stayed behind and took a nap on the sofa. When he awoke, he saw the same figure at the top of the stairs, and told her about it when everyone got back.
This student had a daughter of three or four years old. She heard her daughter talking to herself one day in her bedroom and asked who she was talking to. Her daughter replied, "My friend so and so." No biggie, kids make up imaginary friends all the time, right?
Fast forward a couple of months, and the daughter's talking to herself again. She asks, "Are you talking to your friend so and so?" And this time, the daughter replies, "Yes, to so and so and her mom." Now, that's odd, because children usually do not make up imaginary parents for their imaginary friends. So she asked her daughter what they looked like. Her daughter described them as wearing long dresses and bonnets. So she asked her daughter, "Do they live here?" And the daughter replied, "No, they used to live here. But since this is my room now, they live in the basement."
I heard that one over 15 years ago, and it's stayed with me.
My nearest paranormal experience was once as i was 13 years, a summer when we (a group of friends) played Qüija inside an old, abandoned house. One night, we faced with Santan for the first time since we started (it was at the end of season), He told us if we stopped playing Qüija (it was late, one o' clock a.m), we would all die!. Suddenly, we all looked each other and took off the glass. I remenber going to bed with fear and i almost didn't sleep!. Next day, all was ok (the group) It was the last time i took Qüija.
We moved in Québec when I was about 9. A fairly new house with only one other occupant before us, and no history of deaths or anything. House being fairly new, the electrical system is in great shape. We always had little weird things happening. It started with the television. It would turn on and off at random, and change channels or play with the volume. We thought it was our TV, since it was old, but it still did it from time to time with the other ones we bought in the years.
Then was the refrigerator.
Only in the middle of the night, the freezer engine would go crazy and start making noises that sounded like a child screaming its head off. First night it happened we almost all dies of a heart attack. It did it less and less with the years, and the new fridge only did it once or twice in the past 2 years.
Then was the microwaves.
We had to leave a glass of water in it at all times, cuz you could hear it set itself (like if someone was pressing its buttons) at 2:35 and starting. It would do it at any time of day and night, and one of them actually broke cuz we forgot to put something in it and it started in the night without anyone hearing it. it almost burned down the house.
We only have battery-operated clocks, since all of our digital ones kept on spinning numbers, ringing their alarms randomly and changing the time.
We got the electrical system checked on several occasions, parts of the house re-wired, bought new electronics... And still, my house apparently just likes to play with it.
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have you checked the history of the house and where it's built?
Well as I said the house was built barely 3 years prior to us moving in and only one family lived there. No deaths, no accidents, no bad karma or whatever. I don't exactly know where to serach about the grounds... I tried but didn't find anything conclusive
When I was around 16, my father was living in an old farm house owned by the watershed association. It was around 200 years old, I believe. He was living there as a caretaker for a few years. A lot of people had experiences there that would be considered paranormal, including me.I didn't like staying there and fortunately, I didn't have to often. The room I stayed in was midway between the front and back of the house. There was a front stairway and a back stairway. The back stairway went up from the kitchen and was originally used by servants. At the top of the stairs there was a small servant's bedroom on the left and a bathroom on the right. This was the bathroom I used. Farther down the hall was the room I stayed in. If I remember right, the servant's hall ended with my bedroom. The door on the other side of my room led out into the main hallway.
I wasn't very afraid of the dark, but every time I stayed in that room I didn't want to turn off the light. A chill would always be going up my spine. The light hung from the ceiling with an old fashioned chain that hung down over the bed. I had to sit up and reach to pull the chain to turn off the light. I would read for a while and then reach up and pull the light off. Then I would lay there and be positive someone was in the room with me. It would take me a long time to get up the courage to reach up and turn the light on to see who or what was there. I would repeat this 3 or 4 times before I would finally drift off.
I only used that bathroom once. I went in to brush my teeth. I was afraid to close the door. I was sure if I did, I might be trapped in there with something, so I left the door open. I must have turned to look at the doorway to see who was behind me a dozen times while I was while I was brushing.
I only used that staircase a couple of times. I would run up it because it felt so creepy.
At some point after I'd stayed there 3 or 4 times I got to thinking about what could make a place feel that uncomfortable. I visualized a violent force, a man moving through the house killing people. It was almost like a vision. In it I saw a little girl in the hall with the bathroom and servant's quarters.
Years later, after my Dad had moved out, we were talking and he just threw out into the conversation. "You know that house was haunted right." And I just said yes. At that point he told me about his experiences there. He saw a little girl too. I later found out my Step aunt had used that bathroom once and only once. She made the mistake of closing the door. When she finished using the bathroom she stood in front of the door. She couldn't bring herself to open it because she was positive there was a dead little girl on the other side. She stayed in there for a couple of hours before someone went looking for her and got her out.
All three of us came up with that little girl separately and didn't share it with each other until later.
My Dad did some research on the property. He discovered there were four suicides connected with the house. Someone hung themselves in the barn, two others did it somewhere in the house and a fourth who lived there hung themselves over the dining table in the local country club.
All of us were certain something happened during the Civil War, but he never found any records of that.
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I was pretty young, still living in my parents house. I was probably 12, maybe 13 years old. I used to sleep on the ground next to my parents' bed when I got scared in the night but I hadn't done that in years. My sister was 9 years younger than me so she was about 4 or 5, some age she was able to talk pretty clearly. In my bedroom, I had my bed against the wall and my bedroom door on the other side of the room. Above my bed on the wall was a pretty awesome poster of Indian Jones and the temple of doom, with Harrison Ford standing there with his machete in the doorway from the movie.One night, my sister was in my room hanging out and I don't remember what we were doing but I went to the bathroom, leaving her in my room for only a couple minutes. When I came back she was staring at my awesome Indiana Jones poster, so I asked her if she liked it or why she was looking at it like that. She said, word for word, "he talked to me. He came out of the picture and told me he was going to come out of the picture and kill you when you're sleeping." She didn't seem scared or anything and said it so confidently like there was nothing wrong with it. My heart immediately dropped and I pushed her out of my room, leaving my room myself. Needless to say, I slept in my parents room that night. That was the one time I ever had something weird like that scare me.
When I asked my sister about it later and anytime after she always says she doesn't remember, but that could be due to her young age at the time.
Nope, and don't believe anything exists outside the natural world.
C. wrote: "Nope, and don't believe anything exists outside the natural world."Watch the Dead Files on Travel Channel. It's the only paranormal show I've ever seen that holds water.
David wrote: "C. wrote: "Nope, and don't believe anything exists outside the natural world."Watch the Dead Files on Travel Channel. It's the only paranormal show I've ever seen that holds water."
Wouldn't change my mind since it's possible to fake anything on TV!
C. wrote: "David wrote: "C. wrote: "Nope, and don't believe anything exists outside the natural world."Watch the Dead Files on Travel Channel. It's the only paranormal show I've ever seen that holds water."..."
Humor me and check it out anyway. It might be interesting for you to poke holes in it. You live in an incredibly boring and cynical world. It's apparent you don't get out much or you'd have experienced more. Live a little.
David wrote: "C. wrote: "Nope, and don't believe anything exists outside the natural world."Watch the Dead Files on Travel Channel. It's the only paranormal show I've ever seen that holds water."
Have not had any paranormal experiences but I live in Louisiana and have been down where Bonnie Parker and Clyde Barrow were shot and there is definitely a vibe you feel when you drive by. it feels as if you are being watched by someone/something. Very eerie.
Zechariah wrote: "I was pretty young, still living in my parents house. I was probably 12, maybe 13 years old. I used to sleep on the ground next to my parents' bed when I got scared in the night but I hadn't done t..."Oh wow! That would have freaked me out.
David wrote: "C. wrote: "David wrote: "C. wrote: "Nope, and don't believe anything exists outside the natural world."Watch the Dead Files on Travel Channel. It's the only paranormal show I've ever seen that ho..."
Hmmm, let's see moving every 18-24 [including 2 yrs. in England],months as an Air Force dependent[dad was career AF], nah, haven't experienced life much, or been around, LOL,LOL!
I also have always had an insatiable curiosity, decades of research is what has lead to my becoming a Naturalist... but a tv show with a "psychic medium", channeling the dead.... oh puhleease, really?
I always find it hilarious how some people online actually think they are capable of analyzing the life of a person that they don't even know!
Finished my dinner and got ready for bed. I started to read and got about half way through when the book started to tell the story on how this kid got into Satan worshiping and how it began to change him. It went into great detail and I felt I was there, watching this change in this teenage boy. I decided to put the book down since I wouldn't be able to sleep after reading all this darkness. I put the book on top of the paper bag and went to bed. A few minutes later, I heard the paper bag crumple loudly which startled me. I quickly sat up from my bed and looked around, and after turning the light back on I didn't see anything out of place…. that's when I heard a scraping noise on the window in my room, like a claw! I left my room running,,,but you don't have to know that lol. I watched tv in the other room before going back into my bedroom much later.
There was no chance of my light being turned off this night…which might be why I found that book the next morning outside that window in the hedge! Needless to say, I threw away that book.