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What unexplainable thing has happened to you?
Got any ghost stories? Paranormal experiences? Or something that happened that just flat out doesn't make any sense?
Got any ghost stories? Paranormal experiences? Or something that happened that just flat out doesn't make any sense?
At one point, all of the doors in the house would shake simultaneously like someone was at the door knobs pushing and pulling rapidly. There were no earthquakes in the area and it would happen repeatedly. One day I said out loud that if it was a ghost, I didn't mind if it stuck around if it was friendly but please stop shaking the doors, it is scaring us. It hasn't happened since. I later learned that my sister shouted at it. Coincidence or not, that was spooky.
Maybe it was a poltergeist with a conscience?
My grandmother used to care for this elderly lady and she would take me along with her. The lady always said there were ghosts in the attic and they’d stomp around all the time.
She got tired of this and yelled at them to quit stomping or she was going to start blasting(she kept a pistol beside her). And the stomping never happened again after that point.
Interesting, I wonder. As a thought exercise, if poltergeists are real, what would be more effective? Asking nicely or yelling and threats as your grandmother did. Would a spirit have to worry about a pistol?
Would it only be mischief that drives them to do that? Would they just want some kind of acknowledgement they are there? Are they lonely? Or trouble makers?
I'm a spiritualist. Under my belief system, spirits are essentially incorporeal people with their own beliefs and behavioral responses. Just like you and me. It's kinda boring, not really supernatural in the traditional sense. Talismans, recited prayers or any kind of ritual has no inherent power over them, unless they believe in it themselves. So a Catholic spirit might respond to a Priest, while an atheist spirit would laugh at your face. In the same vein, if the spirit believes a bullet can hurt them, they will run away from it. Some believe they cannot go through doors, and that belief becomes reality to them. And so on.
It is a belief system I'm not familiar with and I wouldn't call it boring. I'm open to many possibilities and have far more questions than answers. I don't want to bother you by asking you a bunch of questions but I may go search spiritualist so I can at least get an overview of the beliefs. Thank you for sharing!
Specific combinations of building/room geometry and wind speed can cause resonances, like the sound you get from a bottle when you blow across the top.
Also, sounds below 20 Hz are called infrasounds, and while we can't hear them as sounds, we can detect them and they invoke fear responses, because I'm nature they are usually caused by geological activity.
After my dad died the burglar alarm started going off at 3am most nights, this lasted around 6 weeks until we did a pagan cleansing on the house and all of a sudden it stopped. We even had them come out to look at it and they said they couldn’t see any faults causing it to go off.
Oh that's really interesting. If you don't mind me asking, are you pagan? I just find stuff like that really interesting. Id probably fall into the Christopagan category myself.
Yeah I am, no one else in my family is though. I come from a Christian background but have never looked back after I found paganism. My dad was incredibly abusive when he was alive so it was a really powerful moment for me when we realised the cleansing had worked and he wasn’t able to continue harassing us from the grave. I had only been practising for 1/2 years at that point
I'm sorry to hear that he was abusive, but I am glad that your cleansing worked.
It was a long time ago now, those wounds have healed thankfully. How did you find christopaganism?
Well I started off as an atheist of all things haha, but overtime I realized that I couldn't deny there was more out there. Had some success with praying to Jesus but I didn't subscribe to the only Christianity is correct doctrine. I view religions more like languages. They all, to me, speak of largely the same thing in their own way and have a lot of good to take from each. I work with several spirits other than Jesus and am quite happy with how it's going :)
I’m glad you’ve managed to find your path :) I’m personally non theistic, I think being raised in christianity has made that different for me. I love learning about different deities and cultures and paths, in particular Norse and Greek, but have never felt the same kind of connection or drive that people describe.
My mum is a Christian but a very open minded one that doesn’t follow any of it literally to the letter, more the sentiment. She often says that she feels that all gods are the same in some way, connected. Maybe many faces of one or all part of the same divine system. To her it matters that people are spiritually open, not who they pray too. I’ve always really liked that and it sounds similarish to your path
That's interesting! I wonder what in all is possible in this existence.
Much as I'd love to believe these things, my background as a programmer won't let me. I've seen too much shitty code inside all sorts of devices that when it comes to ghosts in electronic devices, Occam's razor always comes down on the side of "there was a bug" rather than "the ghosts did it". I currently work for a burglar alarm company...
It might be more compelling if OP shared some highly unlikely detail, like "the alarm ran everytime my father's favorite movie was on TV", and it was different times on different channels.
As a skeptical Spiritualist myself, I'd simply take the alarm off the energy to see what would happen. Better yet, remove the alarm off the premises entirely.
If it rang then, or if something equally weird happened, I'd be more inclined to think something was up.
I'd also have to rule out foul play... Maybe someone was pranking me.
Decades ago, my girlfriend at the time had a nervous breakdown and suddenly fell asleep after a fight. When she woke up, it was not really her. Among other nasty things, the thing in control told me it was going to kill her. I started praying in silence while keeping my body and facial expressions unaltered. I'm a pretty unexpressive person and I'm confident I did not give any external hint. The "thing" told me that "your pray will do nothing" at the exact moment that I started praying in my mind. I make no claim as to what the "thing" was. Whether it was a subconscious representation of herself or something paranormal is up for the reader to decide. It went away after I said the Lord's Prayer out loud multiple times. It was pretty scary.
That has always been a terrifying thought to me, “replacements”.
Like someone I love being replaced with some imposter spirit and just having some cold, dead stare.
I used to think my parents were taking me off to “get rid of me”. They’re very spontaneous, so they’d just be like “hey let’s go we’re going for a ride”. But they’d be all cold and blank. So I thought they were going to throw me off a mountain or something.
Pretty sure looking back they just acted that way because my mom wanted to go somewhere and my dad didn’t and I missed the arguing part that led to going somewhere. Lol.
Well, so never watch 1978s Invasion of the Body Snatchers. You will never sleep again. Stellar movie, though.
Well now I have to watch it!
Fortunately, I get a certain thrill from being scared. Even though I’m an adult who is still scared of the dark. Lol.
Nothing paranormal has happened to me, but as a coin roll hunter and metal detector, ive found multiple rolls of silver dimes at the bank, about $100 a roll and I got 4, that is co.pletly crazy they shouldnt be in circirculation in those numbers
I also found a silver dime under the swings on a play ground, it was in a coin spill with a modern quarter and modern nickel, so some little kid just had silver in their pocket from thier store change or something, I dont think ive ever gotten silver in my change
For some reason, unexplainable things always happen when I take LSD. That probably sounds mildly ridiculous - after all, LSD causes hallucinations, delusions, etc., right? Except, I would usually only take 100 micrograms, and such a reasonable, small dose of LSD is not going to make you go insane. You may have some weird thoughts and see slight breathing or patterning on surfaces, but you will generally not have full-blown, florid hallucinations. And besides, the example I'm about to relate was verified independently by another party (admittedly, she was also on LSD, but still).
It was an autumn morning and my girlfriend and I had just taken one tab of acid each. There isn't much to do in suburban New Jersey, so we had no plans in particular. After hanging out and watching TV for an hour or so, my legs had begun to feel a bit like electric jelly, so I proposed that we go for a walk around our little neighborhood. The weather was cool but very pleasant, and we strolled past idyllic green lawns and oak trees whose leaves' colors were just beginning to change.
We turned a corner, looked down the street, and saw it coming toward us. Even at a distance it was unmistakable - a beautiful white horse pulling an ornate carriage with gold trimmings, in which sat what appeared to be a family wearing formal clothing. As the carriage grew closer, I noticed that its occupants all seemed deeply upset. The woman’s eyes were red and her cheeks were stained with tears. The two children looked ashen, staring penitently at their feet. Even the man, who was probably trying his best to show no emotion, still looked very drained. There was no conversation among them, nor indeed among my girlfriend and I, who were riveted into bug-eyed silence at the appearance of this inexplicable horse and buggy. We tried our best to act naturally - how does one act in such a situation? - until it was out of sight, at which point we erupted in confused laughter.
To reiterate, this was no hallucination. It was too coherent, too consistent, and most importantly, we both saw the exact same thing. This really happened - but why? What chain of events could culminate in a grieving or acutely depressed family riding an expensive horse and buggy through some anonymous suburbs in the middle of the day? We tried and failed to come up with some explanation that didn’t sound contrived or deeply improbable. We spent two years living in that apartment, and nothing remotely unusual ever happened there, except of course for the one day we decided to take LSD.
What a trip. Maybe you got a glimpse into a parallel universe or saw some shadow of a past event.
While I'd had a couple of drinks at a party this night, I was by no means drunk. After said beach party I headed back to the campsite I was staying at. My tent was at the top of a hill within the campsite, but the entrance and reception building was at the bottom of the hill. It was late at night, the building was closed and nobody was around. Before climbing the hill to go to bed, I thought I'd sit on a picnic table facing the reception and smoke a cigarette. While smoking I looked over at a vending machine attached to the reception building and lamented the fact that I had no money as I would really like a Twirl (a British chocolate bar). The very second I thought this I heard a clunk, clunk and went over to the machine to discover it had dispensed two Twirls for me.
I want to preface this by saying I don’t believe in the paranormal and am a skeptic, so I personally think there has to be a rational explanation, but it‘s been a long time now and we were kids, so I won’t ever get an answer.
When I was 12 or 13 my best friend and I stayed at her Dad‘s house who passed away a few years prior. The house was on the same property as her grandparents house, but they stayed in their house and we played alone in her Dad‘s house during the day, so we were alone. After a long day of doing kid things we had a little fight and I was gathering my things on the second floor while my friend was downstairs sulking. She was very resentful, so for her to start a conversation at this point was very unusual and makes me think she must have been terrified when she asked me „Are you breathing loudly?“. I was confused and hurried downstairs and heard it too. We couldn’t make it out where it was coming from. I can’t remember what it sounded like, if it actually sounded like breathing, or if I was primed by her question but back then I didn’t disagree it sounded like breathing.
We rushed to all the windows to see if they‘re closed, if maybe an animal got inside (the grandparents had cats) or if we heard one from outside. Nope, nothing. The house had light, but no TV, kitchen appliances weren’t plugged in, no stereo, no AC, no heater, nothing that could make that sound. We also ran upstairs to check if it might come from there (although she heard it downstairs first and I didn’t hear anything upstairs). Nothing there either.
When we decided to just leave, we went downstairs again only to find the front door being slightly open. We were so startled, we ran back upstairs and had to muster up the courage to go back down to eventually leave. We were sure that none of us left the door open. Anyway, at some point we just sprinted out of there and wanted to go home. At home my friend then said the breathing sounded a lot like how her dad used to breathe, heavy and labored. I think she does believe it was something paranormal and I can understand that, because to her that would mean she made contact with a loved one, while it wouldn’t mean anything to me.
For me personally, the idea it was a ghost is a lot less terrifying than there was someone hiding in the house. I’m glad you’re both okay
I absolutely agree now, but as kids the sound of a ghost being there was probably more terrifying. Now in hindsight I‘m actually surprised at how brave we were searching the house on our own and not running away immediately. Either brave or stupid, or both. If I heard something like that in my home today, I‘d immediately think it’s an intruder and bolt!