re: Supernatural Experience. Ghost Or Something Unexplainable? Ever Have One?

Sleep paralysis demons sound like some scary arse shite. I could see why you’d have insomnia after that. No way I could sleep knowing I had a chance of that

I had an uncle who loved Onion Rings and a beer with his burger. Many times, since his death I have had an urge, I could not explain, to order rings and a beer with my burger. They were always great. Thanks Uncle Luther!

Hearing Twilight Zone music! as I type this.

OK, the first one was a joke. Here comes the real one.

Back in 1973, the wife and I borrowed her Dad's Chevy pickup with a camper top on the back and went to Fontainebleau state park for a weekend getaway. In the middle of the night, we heard footsteps just outside the camper and when I said something they stopped. Then started back up a few moments later. I spoke again and same thing. By that time I had my gun out and ready to put a hole in someone. I told them that and then opened the door, ready to shoot if necessary. A quick glance around verified no one was outside the back if the camper, and then I heard the sound again. I looked toward it and saw an armadillo looking at me. I sear He said, "I heard it too and stopped but I couldn't see anyone either."

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you fatties need to lose some weight, hit the gym, and get a CPAP

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I'm fat AF now and it's not happening to me. I used to get it all the time when I was young and still a stick. So I'm not sure that has anything to do with it, at least for me

I believe 100% of ghost manifestations are 100% in people's minds, and I'm not sure if that's a good thing or that idea makes it even scarier. I've never seen a ghost but I've had a couple of these types of things happen..

In June, 2003 my wife and I were moving so we were packing boxes & loading a moving truck. I needed a break so I sat down on the only chair left in the house. We were talking about how the hell are we going to get that fricking cat into it's crate, that cat was a bad mofo and he hated the crate with every fiber of his being. I suddenly got this vision in my mind about my mom being dead at her house. She was in a backyard entry room, it's a mudroom of sorts? She was laying on the floor and little black flies filled the room and were bouncing around on the windows of that room. Sometimes I get weird visions but it's always consciously driven, if that makes sense. But in this case I remember thinking "well that was fricked up" and moved on.

about 10 days later, my mom's next door neighbor got ahold of my brother to tell him he just called the police for a welfare check because my mom's newspapers were stacking up outside. My brother and I got there about the same time, couple cops and a fire truck were already there. My mom had died in the kitchen, not that back room, and there were a bunch of flies in there but they were big, green "corpse flies." She'd been dead for awhile. The smell... after a few milliseconds, I didn't want to see any more. That moment is frozen in my mind forever.

A few days later after her body was removed and the cleanup people had come and fumigated the house (they described it like purging every nook & cranny of oxygen to get rid of the smell) my brother, sister and I started the first steps of dealing with her affairs. She played solitaire on the PC in her kitchen every morning, and there was an unfinished game going. She must've started it the day she died. I checked the "Last accessed date" and it was that day my wife and I moved out of our old house.

My only thought about this stuff is that the bible warns against "communicating with the dead." Of course, one could infer that means its possible.....my first thought. But, it could mean that you are not really communicating with the dead, but demons who know everything about the deceased friend/family.

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You don't sound very skeptical to me. Were you there with your Mom? Recording it, so you could analyze it later

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I wasn’t there, but my step dad was. She told my mom which room in the house my grandad died, how he died, and what he was trying to do as he died.

He was shaving so he could go see my grandmother at the nursing home fwiw.

Not exactly a famous death or one where you can google the info about it.

According to my step dad there was no give in my mom. She also mentioned a nickname he had for me. No idea how she would have gotten that one.

Y'all can call shenanigans all you want, but if you can sit in a pew on Sundays on faith alone…

Some cousins of mine own a plantation house that's ~200 years old. They claim to have had some experiences. I've stayed there a few times, including once when I was all alone. I heard a lot of old house sounds, but that';s it.

In Houston, my maid (who usually came on Thursdays) came on Saturday and I was home. We were chatting and she said, "Miss Turf, have you noticed there aren't many ghosts around anymore?" I replied I didn't see them but I did feel them but not often in Houston. She said she used to see them all the time, but the number had dropped off. Several weeks later she was diagnosed with cancer.

About my feeling: one room at a friend's house uptown in NOLA often was an uncomfortable sleep. But the real one had happened in Europe. I was at a meeting and there was a musical presentation in a recently reopened monastery that was so old it had wall carvings that were Celtic. There were only a few women in our group. I felt uncomfortable and I was the only one who felt cold breezes (with chill bumps even). I don't think women were welcome there.

At one end of a hall in our house is the kitchen. At the other end is our bedroom. One night while I’m sitting at the kitchen table I see an elderly woman walking down the hall toward me and then she disappeared. I go to the bedroom and tell my wife that “I just saw “. My wife finished my sentence with “an old lady walking down the hall?” It wasn’t spooky, just weird. My house had been built maybe ten years earlier, so my guess is the woman we saw was walking through the pecan grove that was where my house is now located.