That was WEIRD!!!!!

and seriously whats up with that picture?

A phantom turd. Ya know when you feel like you really have to go and you make the neccessary arangements and it mysteriously vanishes with out a trace. Freaky.

Thankyou for bumping this and reminding me I never mentioned... While I haven't had anything quite inexplicably supernatural per-say, I do from time to time have the strangest coincidence/synchronicity.

The most memorable was about a year and a half ago... I'm sitting at my computer with the TV playing in the background, not really paying attention to the program. Suddenly the tv program moves to a scene with a room and really loud music playing. I get up and get the remote to turn the volume down, all the while not really looking at the TV, just intent on "stop that damned noise!"

As I pick up the remote off the coffee table, hold it towards the TV, and my finger is JUST about to press the mute button, the music stops, and I look at the screen to see a cop on the TV looking at me holding a remote.

I watched the program for a few minutes stunned, long enough to realise it was a police drama, and the cops had busted into the place, grabbed the remote and turned off the guy's music system...

(Please note my reiteration of this story probably doesn't do it any justice, sorta a "had to be there" sorta thing. )

Persephone - that was a very full on experience!

sorry for restarting this thread just had to tell you all that reading through all your experiences was very interesting!

Thanks!

Since this thread is alive again and I missed it the first time...

My half-sister had a tale for me that about made me mess my pants. When she was a little girl she used to stay at her grandma's house (not my grandma). Being the "olden days" they would sleep in the same bed since it was grandma's room that had the heat at night, while the rest of the house just got cold.

One night when she was staying there, laying next to her grandma, there was a slight tapping on the wall. Tap tap tap... tap tap tap. Her grandma just ignored it and kept talking to her about her day, her parents, etc. A few minutes passed when another tap came, on a different wall, and a little louder. TAP, tap tap. TAP, tap tap. This unsettled her a bit, especially since her grandma was seemingly ignoring it. A few more minutes passed, and the tap became a knock, on a differnt wall again. Knock, knock on one wall, seconds later, Knock Knock on the opposite wall.

This continued for several minutes and her grandma could tell she was starting to get scared. BANG BANG BANG, the knocking had loudened, sounding like a fist against the wall.

She cuddled close to her grandma, and her grandma finally said out loud, calmly, "Go away, I can't talk to you tonight, you're scaring my granddaugter."

The knocking stopped, and they never talked about it, as my half-sister was too frightened to ever bring it up.

Oh I love this topic already. I live in asia, in a third world country, where the existence of the paranormal are usually scoffed at only to have them mutter words automatically to ward off evil spirits when they encounter strange mounds of earth or a huge old narra tree.

^^;; Anyhoo, my first ever first hand experience happened when I was on my senior year in highschool, I've been having recurring lucid nightmares around that time (usually about black dwarves who scampered around my bed, or invisible hands touching me, tugging on my pillows or trying to strangle me with a blanket). I shut the lights crawled under a quilt and went to bed. I wasn't even asleep yet when i felt something, the size of a house cat or bigger, climb on top of my bed and bite my foot through the blanket. It's quite a thick blanket but I could feel teeth biting through. Then after a few seconds let go and jumped down the bed. I thought it was my cat so i stood up and switched the lights back on. There's no cat. I went out (my door was locked), I found the cat asleep on the on the bathroom tile floor (the door was kept open for the cat). Shrugged it off went back to bed. Only to feel the pillow on my feet (I tend to bloat so I elevate my feet when I sleep) moving back and forth and then a moment later felt a hand caress my leg through the blanket. At that point I stood up shaking and trying hard not to scream, ran out of the room and asked my mother if I could sleep in her room.

It was then my mom and I had a talk. And she explained that we were probably being "Kulam," (voodoo to you Westerners). Mind you I'm not the superstitious sort, I was a science geek back then. My mom was a psychologist and head of HR for severl prestigious banks here for chrissakes, and I was staring at her like she grew a second head. I doubted of course, but through that long ordeal I've had several more experiences afte that. It wasn't any fun but it eventually ended (it was a rather....interesting experience).

My second experience was in college. I studied in University of Santo Tomas, and during the WWII it was used as a prison camp for american soldiers, political prisoners and other filipinos. People were tortured, women were raped and killed within those walls. So it wasn't unnusual that several ghost stories would pop up now and then. I went to the ladies washroom in the middle of my neuroanatomy class and it happened I was alone. The washroom wasn't well lighted, and so even in the morning it was rather dark. I did my business and went to the sink to wash my hands and my face, mostly to refresh and wake me up. When I looked up and turned to the direction of the cubicles, I noticed that every single cubicle door was open. It was, disturbing. I know those doors were creaky, and some of them were closed. I went to the direction of the door, passing all those empty and open cubicles and just when I was about to leave I heard one of the cubicles at the far end flush on its own. I was terrified and very wide awake when I went back to class. Hey at least I wasn't falling asleep anymore during the lecture. ^^;;

I have other experiences, which turned me into a believer of the supernatural. It's easy to scoff at these things (which in my opinion is a good thing if you don't ever want to experience them. Denial is a good thing) but once you experience them first hand more than enough times, you turn into a believer. I believe but I never make it a hobby to look for such things. That's just inviting trouble.

For me it was when I was about 13. My mother worked at a real estate agency & was helping to show a house one late autumn day, and she was able to take my sister & I with her. The house in question is a certified "haunted house". KDKA used to do a radio show there every Halloween- more on why they quit later.

So, we're told by the owners that if we approach the house & smell flowers that the ghosts are in a good mood & it's okay to go in. If we smell sulfur, then the the ghosts are in a bad mood & not to go in.

My sister & I ran up to the house, eager to go inside. Right away we both smell flowers. We stopped on the porch & just looked at each other, kinda freaked out. Being late autumn, there were no leaves on the trees, or flowers around. I had to drag my sister in the house.

Once inside, the house was "odd". It just had a weird feel to it. No one wanted to go in the basement, and the attic was full of spiders. There were Jesus paintings on the walls and they had those weird white eyes with just a black pupil that seemed to follow you everywhere. So other than the smell, we really didnt see much, just some windows that were nailed shut.

Now, the Radio Station part:

The house was built around the mid-1800's, as were most old houses here. A couple people DID die in there from fun things like TB and the Flu. It's now a half-way house for the mentally retarded.

Back in the 80's, KDKA used to do a Halloween show there. The final show went something like this:

One of the radio crew saw, out of the corner of his eye, a little girl at the top of the steps. It wasnt the owners daughter because- they didnt have any girls! Turns out a lil' girl DID live there- about 100+ yrs ago. She died of Turburculosis.

The wife of the owner was at the top of the steps in the attic giving an interview to the DJ & his crew. In mid-interview she started speaking jibberish in a deep male voice. She was then lifted a foot or so into the air & started 'gliding' towards the steps. It took 3 men to keep her from going over the steps.

Things started to get thrown against walls. The lion head banister adornments started to turn & watch people. I forget what else went on, but it was enough that they never did another radio show there.

I used to hear from the boys that lived there about some stuff that went on. The grandfather would nail windows shut to keep them closed, only to find them open the next day. There were footsteps you could hear above you even if no one else was home. The babysitters would tell how the kids would fall asleep downstairs watching tv only to be found a few minutes later, upstairs tucked in. I would've said they walked up but after being in that house, those stairs are Creaky as hell.

About a year ago, I worked with the step-daughter of the family at a restaurant. She came into the picture long after they moved out. One day I asked her about the house. She said her Dad & brothers (who're bad-asses in their own right- one a marine, the other an ex-con) ALL refuse to talk about their time living there.

None of this really surprises me, as Pennsylvania has quite a history of ghosts N stuff. All of it seems to come from the civil war era. If you really want ghostly stuff, head on over to Gettysburgh. There's lots of it there.

The one occurance that comes to mind for me was at the first apartment that my exhusband and I lived at. We were coming home from going out to dinner (no alcohol was consumed btw) and we passed the living room window which was right next to the front door. We had a tendency to leave the vertical blinds open. As the two of us looked into our apartment we saw a man sitting on our couch. We both looked at each other and said "oh my god someone broke into our apartment". He unlocked the door, opened it and there was no one there. We both saw this man, so it wasn't a figment of my imagination. Thankfully this was the only time something like this happened at that apartment. Freaked me out to say the least.

I often look up at my house from outside, with no curtains or blinds drawn in almost every room and wonder how many "peeping" videos of me there are on the net somewhere. I then resolve to put it all in order, go inside and promptly forget to "cover up".

Oh, and I once met David Hasselhoff (don't ask, it's a tangled mess of a story). That hair is supernatural, to be sure.