My father passed away last year. One item he always said he wanted me to have was a shotgun which had originally belonged to his grandfather. For years he had this shotgun stashed in the attic. After he passed, I had gone in the attic to look for it, only to find that it wasn’t there.
A few months later, I had a dream in which I was talking to him and I asked him where he had put the shotgun. He told me it was in the closet of a spare bedroom. I called my mother and had her check, and sure enough that’s where it was.
My mom told me this story the other day and it freaked me the fuck out. When my oldest sister was little, like 3, she asked my then pregnant aunt to pick her up to hold her. My mom said she was like “she can’t pick you up, honey, she has a baby in her tummy.” And then my little sister was like “that baby is dead!” My mom freaked out, but my aunt and grandma were fine and were telling my mom it was all good, she was just a toddler and didn’t know what she was saying. Well lo and behold my aunt goes to the doctor the next day for a routine pregnancy checkup and the baby was dead.
About 20 years ago, my mom came out of the shower, pale, shaking, and hysterical.
My aunt spoke to me and she is here to pick someone up….I know she is talking about my father. She said to my dad and I. Her aunt has been dead for many years.
Two days later, my grandfather (mom’s father) was in the hospital. He was in a coma and died shortly after that from undetected lung cancer.
My grandfather passed away just a few weeks after I was born. Never met the guy, never knew what he looked like. When I was 5 years old, I started to see this man in our rocking chair. I called him the rocking chair man. My parents thought it was that “imaginary friend” stage, but it started to bug them when I told them every single day.
They finally questioned me about it. I told them every detail I could remember and finally they showed me a picture of a man.
It was my grandfather.
To this day, I’m 22 now, every time I dream, he is in the background somewhere. I remember when I dreamed about my high school graduation and I looked in the stands and I saw him with my parents. I like to think that he’s just watching out for me and being there when he’s not really there.
So I am a true believer of the paranormal.
Not me but my aunt, a woman who to my knowledge has never told me an untruth – Around Easter time many years ago the family was eagerly awaiting her Grandma (my great-grandma) to arrive to celebrate with them. She was due Friday.
Thursday night, after everyone had gone to bed, my aunt was woken by a hand on her shoulder. She looked up and, much to her surprise, saw grandma smiling down at her. All grandma said was that she was very, very, sorry for not being able to be there for Easter. She wished my aunt a good night and said she was glad she got to see her before she went. My aunt thought nothing of it and went to bed.
The next morning they got the phone-call that Grandma has passed away in her sleep the previous night.
A few years ago, my best friend and I moved into a rent house. It was definitely a weird house and I got some weird vibes out of it. Every night when I went to sleep, I would hear music. Not singing, just music, like someone had a distant radio on, and not any song I could ever name.
I had dreams every night of a crowd of faceless people with a little boy standing in front. He never spoke but I could tell he was trying to tell me something.
The fridge would often open on its own and the cats would hiss at corners and such. We would smell cigarette smoke coming from the back room at three o’clock every day.
My aunts were (still are) big into ghost hunting so they set up cameras in my house one night. We didn’t catch much, but one of the cameras was spun in circles for about fifteen seconds and at three in the morning, the front porch light turned itself on and got really bright and then faded off.
When I moved out of the house after two years, I had trouble sleeping because I didn’t have the music anymore.
It was definitely a strange, strange house.
My dad died in a motorcycle accident a few years ago and after he died weird shit started happening at my dorm when I got back. The clock would fall off the wall and change time, batteries would separate themselves from remotes and bangs and knocks were regular. But the weirdest thing that happened was when I was back home from college and I took a shower, got dressed, and was headed back into the bathroom to finish getting ready and the mirror was just clearing off the steam and lo and behold I see smear marks faintly that looks like lettering. So I tip the mirror cause its one of those triple pane medicine cabinet mirrors, and I see ‘Hey’ spelled out in his handwriting with the elven I symbol that was in The Lord of the rings that my dad would put EVERYWHERE. This was probably 6+ months after he passed and I have no idea where it came from since it was only me and my mom in the house and I know she wouldn’t do that. I have a picture of it I will try to find. The crazy part is like a week before that I had broke open a glow stick and it splashed on the mirror, but the writing was UNDER the splashes and none were smeared or touched. Still to this day cannot explain how it happened. We actually took the entire mirror off the wall so it wasn’t ruined.
Found the photo! The writing to the right was my brother’s attempt of communicating back, didn’t work.
Not me but my dad. When he was younger, he used to see a woman in a white nightdress holding a candelabra walking along the hallway at his old house. No one ever believed him but he thought it was his grandmother.
Fast forward 20+ years and he’s talking to someone he works with. This girl says she used to see a woman in a white nightdress holding a candelabra in her old house. My dad asks where she used to live and it was his old house.
About ten years ago I was walking one night with my sister. We were passing a familiar point on the road when suddenly we both found ourselves about 200 meters back the way we had just come, approaching the familiar point for the second time. She turned to me and said, “what just happened?” We both experienced exactly the same thing – like we had just been pulled back twenty seconds in time – and neither of us could explain it. No spooky g-g-ghosts, but a lasting feeling of something deeply unnatural having happened.
So this is a story from my family.
When my mom was a young girl growing up in Vietnam she had this weird dream about being in a darkened church. Everyone was talking in hushed tones, but it was English so she didn’t understand what was going on. But she remembered certain details, like the stained glass windows and the baptismal font. She told her parents, but they were kind of dismissive. They just told her it was a weird dream.
A few years later she was forced to flee South Vietnam because of the Vietnam War. Her family relocated to Florida, and they started their life over. About 10 years later she went to the local Catholic Church for her younger sister’s confirmation. And suddenly she realized it was the same church she had dreamed of as a child. The same darkened church, the same stained glass, the same baptismal font. She talked to her parents again and they remembered her having the dream and describing the place exactly.
I saw a low flying triangular craft that looked exactly like this in northern MN. It hovered above a parking lot for a minute or so, then slowly slid out of sight. It was very large, and roughly 100-200 feet above ground. I researched similar sightings, which are numerous, and there are some theories but nothing concrete.
Notably, this happened about 20 miles from a US Air Force base. Thankfully I was with one other person who witnessed this.
I was in the middle of a session with my therapist. We were starting deep meditation/hypnosis. I had finally achieved what I would describe as the deepest state of relaxation I’d ever gotten to. About 5 seconds into this deep meditation, the room got incredibly bright (as far as I could tell with closed eyes) as if I was looking at the sun with my eyes closed. My therapist stopped mid sentence just then. She didn’t speak for five seconds and I asked her if everything was okay. She said,” I think you just produced a ray.” She refused to tell me what she meant and she dropped me as a client the next week. I still have no idea what happened.
Middle of the day, I was upstairs and heard a child calling my name 2-3 times coming from downstairs. Went down to investigate, not a soul at home, everything was quiet.
My Mom always bought snow globes for my grandma, when my grandma passed away my mom took them back to our house. My mom put them all up on the shelves that go around the entire living room. A few weeks had passed and my mom found a video that she wanted my brothers and I to watch because it reminded her of our grandma. We all sat down to watch it and of course near the end of the movie our mom was crying. Right when the movie ends all of the snow globes went off at the same time. The figurines didn’t move on any of them, just the music. We all huddled together of course because we’re scared as fuck and my mom suddenly said, “mom?” And all of the music stopped and them room became extremely cold. My mom suddenly felt really uncomfortable and had all of us run and get into the car and she drove us to our godmother’s house. She cried for hours until she got a call from our dad saying he’d be home in a few minutes and should head back. When we all got back inside it was warm again, but all of the snow globes were shattered on the ground except for 1, the one that was my grandma’s favorite.
I saw a fleet of UFOs once with my wife. One went right over my car while we were on the highway. It was so close that it should have been as loud as all hell…when we opened the window we couldn’t hear a thing. It had 3 purple round lights on the bottom of it and it was triangular shaped. When we got home I saw more. I ran down the street to catch a glimpse of one when it was leaving from my vantage point. The lights behind this thing kept morphing and changing…it seemed to be at least 4 stories tall. Was one of the strangest sights I’ve ever seen. I’ll never forget it.
My great-grandpa told me this one.
One time when he was younger, he went to go visit some old friends and their daughter. He arrives on horse (he was a rancher in Texas). The little girl walks up to him and says “Hi Paul! I’ll take your horse. Dinner is ready, you can go in and sit down.” So he walks inside, and sits at the table. The parents walk up to him and say “Um, hi. Who let you in?” He says, “Your daughter took my horse. She said I could come in.” They look horrified. “She’s been dead for 6 months.”
When the wife (then girlfriend) and I were in our second apartment, I saw shit all the time, but the first encounter was the weirdest.
I was hanging curtains, standing on a poofy chair, when I started to lose my balance. I felt a hand on my butt steady me. I finished drilling in the last screw, then turned around to thank… Nothing. I expected my lady there. As soon as I turned around, that’s when the feeling of the hand left my butt. My wife had been in a completely different room the whole time.
I was driving home with my then girlfriend from a beach up north of us and it was around 10pm, we are on a deserted country road and I’m doing about 110 as I just wanted to get home. She was mostly asleep in the passenger seat and I had the radio off and was listening to the engine purr, we had about 25 miles before our turn so I was just watching the edge of my headlights for deer and stuff when I saw tail lights appear from an intersection like someone had turned the flipped their brake lights on, I started slowing down and my girlfriend woke up from the speed change the next thing either of us remember is a police officer knocking on my window waking us up. It’s 3 in the morning and the intersection I saw the lights at is no more than a half-mile down the road behind us. He asked us what we were doing and neither of us could come up with a good response, so he told us to keep going as we were pretty hard to see off to the side of the road.
When I was 7 I was having a sleepover with my cousin at her house. We played with Barbies and a sweet Barbie RV. Anyway, I woke up in the middle of the night and saw an old lady in a dress or nightgown walk through the giant Barbie RV and through the door to the garage. I never told anyone anything about it.
10 years later, my aunt and uncle were selling the house that I witnessed the above. My dad was like, “Finally, they can get rid of that haunted house with the annoying old lady.” I was like, “What do you mean?” He described the “ghost” and it was what I thought I saw when I was 7. Again, I never told them what I saw and they confirmed it without knowing my story.
A smallish tire fell out of the night sky back when I was around 17 or so. I was driving down a two-lane country road and it landed about 30 yards in front of my car and rolled off into some grass.
Not strictly paranormal, but it was very eerie. Didn’t make a sound. Can’t say for sure it really happened but I wasn’t drunk and I’ve never been prone to hallucinations.
This happened to a family member of mine about 4 years ago. She was driving home late around midnight and fell asleep at the wheel. She hit the only tree next to the road for miles (we live in a rural area) going about 60mph. She was pretty dazed, but she remembers a man running to her within minutes. She described him as looking roughly 20 years old and was wearing a letter jacket. He was trying to get her to move, but her ankle was barely hanging on by skin. She insisted that she stay still until medics arrive, but he kept telling her that she had to move NOW. He picked her up and carried her to the other side of the road. As soon as he put her down, the car exploded in flames. He gave her his jacket to keep her warm, then she passed out. She awoke in the hospital and asked my aunt about the guy that helped her. She said no one was there when help arrived on the scene other than herself. She still had the jacket (covered in blood and dirt). The jacket itself was from our school, but looks like it was from the 60s.
I’ve had several experiences during my life that have made me at least very interested in the paranormal. My favorite: Last year my very good friend and roommate passed away. It was of course the most difficult thing I’ve had to live through so far. A couple months later, on what would have been her birthday, an alarm clock that has been unplugged an sitting on a shelf in the closet started going off and woke me up. It hadn’t been used in years, not only was it without a power source but there was no alarm set. I thought it was a fluke but the idea that maybe Megan was saying hello was enticing. Later that day when I got into my car my iPod, which was on shuffle, started skipping songs all by itself. I was heartbroken thinking that there was something wrong with it. It skipped a couple dozen songs and then stopped on her favorite one. A song that she had lyrics from tattooed on her foot. After that I knew it was Megan just saying hello to me on her birthday. It was the most comforting experience I have ever had.
When I was 8 years old my best friend and I were sitting next to each other at lunch and just talking about 8-year-old things. He said, “I had a dream last night that two planes hit these giant skyscrapers and there was smoke and everything. I was watching from the torch thing on the statue of liberty.” (That’s not exactly what he said but those were the main points. Our teacher, sitting nearby and overhearing him, identified what he had seen in his dream as the Statue of Liberty. I remember we had a fun time figuring it out and pretending to guess what it meant)
The next day terrorists hit the World Trade Centers. I will never forget the look my third-grade teacher gave my friend and I. It was the purest confusion and fear I have ever seen.
My dad died when I was 2, so needless to say I didn’t know anything about him aside from the generic “Your father was a great man.”. Well one night I fell asleep like any other night, and it brings tears to my eyes every time I tell this story. Anyway, I fall asleep and I have this dream that I talked to him, but I don’t remember what it was about. I remember crying a lot and that he was sitting on a chair that he pulled up right in front of my bed. I wake up the next morning with a vague recollection of what happened, and my eyes were puffy and red like they had been crying. And then there it was, a chair positioned towards me not 1 foot away from my bed in the same spot I remember him sitting. Mind you the chair was originally on the other side of the room pushed into my desk. I’m not much for superstitions and ghosts but I like to think that he visited me that night.
I have a room on ground level, and there is a sliding glass door with ceiling to floor curtains. Outside of the window was a motion light. I was laying in bed when the motion light went off. Usually it’s caused by a possum or a bobcat, so I went to check. Nothing was there so I went back to bed. Not even 10 seconds later, a silhouette of a tall man walked across the lawn outside of the door, and stood right outside of it. Thinking it was my dad (He likes to prank/scare me), I went and ripped open the curtains, only to see nothing. When I closed the curtains, the silhouette was still there. I’m still fucking shaken.
I was sitting alone in my living room when I heard a thud from the bedroom. I went to check it out and saw the bottom drawer of my dresser just sitting on the floor. I went to put the drawer back in and found a pill bottle. I thought, “great, my fiancé is doing drugs.”
After I examined the bottle more I found that it didn’t have pills in it, but his dad’s ashes. (His family divided his father’s ashes up in pill bottles so that everybody could spread ashes in different places. Weird I know, but not my family at that point so I didn’t care.) My fiancé had been too upset to spread the last of his father’s ashes so he had hidden them for close to a year.
I like to think his dad was letting me know he was being kept for far too long.
Whan I was about 8 I woke up in the middle of the night and saw a small bar of light dancing up and down on the heater. I was scared shitless. After a while something spoke my name – my full name. I was too scared to move. Then the light disappeared. About 30 seonds later my mom started screaming in the next room because she saw a ghost.
Freaky stuff. Today I don’t even believe in ghosts but I still have no idea what happenened that night. My mom still talks about that night.
I was driving home from work one evening. I usually take the freeway home, but I decided to take it easy and took side streets instead, passing the local cemetery. My grandmother had passed the year before and it was her birthday that day. When I drove passed her grave, I said “happy birthday Lola” out loud. My car immediately filled up with tobacco smoke (she smoked tobacco multiple times a day). My windows were up, my ac was off, and there were no other cars around. It freaked me out at first, but I knew it was just my grandmother greeting me with her presence.
Wife and I were smoking in bed watching tv when I saw a black streak “flow” from the closed painted shut window in the closet towards the only access to the attic in our apartment. I didn’t mention it to my wife because I was high as hell and figured maybe just maybe I was tripping. Well about two minutes later she nudges me and asked me to shut the closet door and lock it, I do so in a hurry and go right back to bed and ask why. She then tells me what she saw and chills went up my spine as she described exactly what I had seen. I tell her I saw it too and that I didn’t mention it because I was high and didn’t wanna freak her out and she said the same to me. We then smoke some more and boned until we knocked out sweaty and sticky. On a side note we were never scared just creeped out as other things had happened before but nothing we both witnessed at the same time like that. Mostly just pulled toes and falling pans and sometimes we would hear a plate fall onto the ground and spin but when we would go check nothing would be there.
At our fraternity house, there’s a cat that wont die. It’s rarely seen, but I think she lives mostly in the crawlspace and basement. Her name is Fluffy, and Fluffy won’t die. Fluffy was brought to the house in the early 80’s for pest control and whatnot, wearing a leather collar with a tag, and still looks exactly the same, according to alumni that visit and see her. It’s unexplainable. The cat didn’t bring up offspring and put the collar on them. It’s just a mean, creepy, silent 35 year old cat.
in ’98, i was at my supervisor’s desk when the phone rang. i picked it up and blurted out, “Dad died” and immediately thought “WTF?!?!?” Turns out my mom was calling me to tell me my dad had died the night before.
I hadn’t talked to my mom in a few weeks and, as far as i knew, my dad wasn’t in any imminent danger. He just died in his sleep.
Just a few months ago i had to babysit my cousins baby while my cousin went grocery shopping. I was just watching TV in the living room with the baby sleeping on the couch. I reached forward to grab the coke that i was drinking when all of the sudden the baby started crying. I quickly go over to him so I could calm him and send him back to sleep. But when I see him I’m shocked to see that he’s still sound asleep and the crying is still occurring.
We were the only ones in the house.
The closest neighbor is half a block down.