I was at my girlfriend’s house, and she has two cats. One of them is a big fat cat, black, named Taz. He’s a pretty creepy cat, I’ll often catch him staring at me from under a desk or from the shadows.
I was talking to my girlfriend in the kitchen, when I saw a man in my peripheral. I turned to look, but it was just Taz. I continued talking, and saw a man again, much more clearly, but still like a shade, in my peripheral again. My girlfriend told me previously she’s sensitive to spirits and stuff, and while not strictly believing in such things, I’d humor her. This time, though, after seeing this man shape over Taz, I asked her if she saw him, too. She told me she did, that it was her uncle who gave her Taz. She preferred not to acknowledge him, because she hated him. Since then, I have stopped seeing him. But Taz is still really creepy.
There are a bunch of other stories of crazy things happening.
Some family friends of mine have a daughter. For the first few years of her life she had an imaginary friend who she called ‘Ginormous.’
Anyway, a couple of years back, we were looking through some old college photos with the family, and their daughter was also present.
We came across a photo of one of our friends who had sadly passed away while we were still at college, and the little girl’s voice piped up:
“Why is Ginormous in the photo?”
Many chills went down my spine!
The most paranormal thing I have experienced is second hand, so I apologize since the story is not my own.
When we all tell stories, we add flourish, flash, hyperbole, and enthusiasm in an attempt to make the story memorable. My Dad is not one of those people. He is honest and candid and gives little regard to whether it comes off as rude or not. In fact, him and I don’t get along and we haven’t spoken for nearly a year.
Once however, he did tell me something very strange. He is now a ship inspector but he use to be a ship captain on a large cargo vessel. He told me once, during the twilight hour while he was out on voyage, standing on the bridge with his chief engineer he saw three lights, in a triangular shape approaching his ship at very high speed. As the three lights approached, he realized that if they were all of one vessel, it would be HUGE. His ship was easily encompassed within the area of the triangular lights for the brief second it passed under the ship, then on into the horizon. He, his chief engineer, and various other sailors all saw it, and all were at a total and complete loss as to what it could have been. He told me that was only just his FIRST encounter with mysterious undersea craft. He didn’t really elaborate afterwards and I never thought to ask him.
Like I said earlier, my dad doesn’t really BS or flourish stories like most of us do; and when he tells me stories like that I tend to believe them.
I was sleeping on an air mattress on my floor and woke up suddenly. I remember someone leaning over me in a yellow shirt and blue jeans. They had pale, almost gray skin. They were leaned too far over for me to see their face. I instinctively grabbed them and can distinctly remember the texture of their shirt. Out of the corner of my eye I can see my door is open and there are bright lights outside my window. Then I slowly relax and go back to sleep. Then I woke up the next morning and my door is closed. I’m pretty sure it was a dream but I’ve never had one where I wake up and all the details of my setting have no obvious differences from reality. And I distinctly remember the texture of the shirt.
Growing up we lived in a house from the 1800’s and it had a third floor that we would rent to college kids (usually girls because my mom thought they were less destructive). Over the 25+ years several girls (who couldn’t have known each other) claimed there was a faceless male ghost that would engage in what they described as beautiful and intense sexual encounters with them – all of them said it was profound and not scary at all. *Every time my mom tells that story, my dad chimes in with: “I wonder what ever did happen to that old ghost costume of mine.”
Back in 2007 my grandpa finally lost his 20 year battle with Leukemia. My grandma couldn’t manage well, being alone in the house they’d lived in for almost 60 years.
We moved my grandma into an assisted living residence a few months later, and for insurance reasons (vacant property) my parents asked me if I’d like to move in to the house so that I could watch the house, and also to move out and not live at home. I said absolutely.
I remember right after he passed away, strange things started happening.