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

We’re all given a lifetime of choices. If you don’t choose well you have to stay here or worse.

Maybe you get a chance to find yourself before you die if you never really did.

I believe in souls, and I believe that we are given the power of choice. I don’t really dig in much deeper than that.

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I dunno, but in the dead of night, mice sound like racoons.

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But they dont sound like people.

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Ghosts don't exist. Stop deluding yourselves.

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Why don't they ?


Doubt is not the opposite of faith; it is one element of faith.

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I've shared this story on here before. Years ago some friends of mine and I were staying at a cabin in Arkansas. .... As I was leaving the cabin to head back to the fire pit area I heard a little girl giggle right by me, clear as day. There was nobody there at all. I was freaked out. We tried to come up with a rational explanation for all of that but really couldn't. As crazy as it sounds I really think the girl was probably a ghost.

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Hmmm, a bunch of guys out at a cabin, and you're gonna tell me that no alcohol was involved?

There's your rational explanation! Google "Occams Razor" for more. :)

Years and years ago, seen something I still can't explain. It was way back in 1989 and my then girlfriend and I were driving around looking for a place to park or just driving around out of boredom. We turned down onto an graveled road which led through some farms and eventually on to a state highway. As we are driving down a hill, gf says she sees something or someone walking out of the woods. As we get within maybe 50 yards we see a late middle aged woman, wearing clothing that looked more typical of the 1930's or 40's. We pretty much panic drive off, and at that time did not realize the gravel road led to a highway, so we had to turn around, maybe 2 miles up.

When we got back. Nothing. Just nothing but the distant lights of our town and heat lightning far away. A couple of years back I was in town and decided to drive that same route. Of course, 30 plus years later and it's developed with subdivisions. Farms were sold off and turned into yet another bedroom community for Louisville. I preferred the dark, spooky graveled road that captured my imagination years ago.

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My point was, in the dead of night, if a mouse can sound like a raccoon, maybe, with a little power of suggestion, a raccoon can sound like a human?

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Well, Racoons arent native to Alaska so I feel fairly confident in stating that it wasnt a racoon.

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My mom has been to a medium twice.

Both times one of her parents spoke to her through this lady. Im probably the most skeptical person on planet earth, but some of the things this lady was saying…. There’s no possible way she would have known these things. No amount of internet sleuthing could have given her some of the info she had.

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Not even close. Your mom got taken. Every single medium is a fraud. Every single one.

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As we get within maybe 50 yards we see a late middle aged woman, wearing clothing that looked more typical of the 1930's or 40's.

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Saw some shite like this back in August of ‘99 on Highland Rd at Barringer Foreman. I was with some bandmates coming back from a show in New Orleans. It must have been around 4a when we crossed those train tracks and saw a woman walking down the middle of the road near where the Racetrac is now located. We slowed down to avoid hitting her and it felt like time stopped. She had dead eyes and was hobbling. It seemed like she was glowing and her clothes were tattered. Not being good Samaritans, we kept going but called the cops to let them know someone was in middle of the road and was going to get killed if they didn’t get her ASAP.

We still talk about this. Maybe it was a drunk or something, but we all felt like time slowed down like we were playing Max Payne.

This is a weird story, but I remember it like it happened yesterday.

I was having a dream where I was in a house on a beach. The clouds were dark gray and sea had high choppy waves. Everyone on the peach was panicking. I step outside and this half woman half raven picks me up with its steel talons. She had pale skin and long dark wavy hair . She carries me away as I start struggling. We both fall to the ground. I look next to me and there is a sword. I pick it up, walk over to her, and stab her with the sword, killing her. I immediately wakes up and am scared shitless. It feels like there is another person it he room besides me and my wife. I say, 'In the name of Jesus Christ, I command you to leave.' Clear as day, I hear a man say, 'Why?'. So I start listing all the reasons I believe in God. I feel back asleep and that was the end of it.

My Sister, brother and law and their 6 month old daughter moved from Birmingham back to Atlanta in 1990 and stayed with us for about 4 months. About a month in my BIL got hurt at work, wrenched his back out of whack and went to the Dr. They found out he had bone cancer in his spine. The Sunday before this he and I were racing our riding lawnmowers in the yard and cooking out. He got hurt Monday morning, was diagnosed sometime Tuesday, went into a coma about Friday and died the following Monday.

I was at Emroy University Hospital downtown with him Friday night - stayed the night so my sister could get some rest. About 2 AM a nun came into the room and was standing over him. Full habit. Emory is not a catholic hospital and he was not catholic. I asked who she was and she replied "Sister Mary, just checking up on Lee". She turned to leave and glided out the door like she was on roller skates. Nary a leg moved...just slid flat footed out the door upright and silently. I got up and followed her because it was very weird. She glided down the hallway, dead center of it, and when she reached the turn to the elevators she glided midway into the intersecting hall and did a 90 degree spin to the left...did not cut the corner, nothing like someone walking would have done. She glided up to an open elevator and did the same thing....did not enter it an angle, glided to the mid point of the door, spun 90 degrees to the right and glided right into the elevator. The door slid shut before I could get to it.

I started back to his room and ran into a nurse....I asked her if she had seen the nun and she said "you mean Sister Mary?". I said yes and she said, "oh yeah, we see her all the time". I asked her where she came from, meaning which church, because again Emory is not a Catholic hospital.. She said "No one knows". I was of course curious about this....I asked "what do you mean no one knows"? She said "She is here all the time, day and night, and no one knows where she comes from". She then asked "did you notice how she walks?" To witch I replied "she wasn't walking, she was gliding". The nurse said "exactly...she never moves, just glides up and down the halls visiting people at night". I of course asked "Y'all allow that" to which she responding "the gliding or the visiting? Either way, there is nothing we can do about it, she comes into ICU, into the psyche ward, visits people all over the hospital and no one sees her coming in or leaving". I thought she was kind of pulling my leg. Another nurse came in around 6 am and said "I understand Sister Mary came by last night". At that point I am pretty mad with them....I say "y'all ought not to pick on people when they are here with a dying family member". She said "Im not picking on you, Sister Mary comes by here all the time and no one knows where she comes from or where she goes.....she is a ghost". I am fully pissed now and tell her so...she apologizes and leaves.

That evening my wife and are are sitting on a couch in the waiting room and here comes Sister Mary, gliding down the hall. I call out her name when she is 10 feet away and she doesn't even look my way....just keeps on gliding past. I ask my wife if she saw it and she said yes...we get up and sure as hell Sister Mary enters and elevator and is gone. We go to my BILs room and I mention it to my Father. He said "Y'all saw that spooky bitch? I saw her the other night and it scared the piss out of me". As it turned out my other sister and her husband had seen Sister Mary also. They too had noticed she wasn't walking but gliding down the hallways. I mentioned this to several nurses and all of them had seen it....it was well known that people experienced this regularly. No one seemed overly concerned, it did not seem evil or criminal but instead simply a nun visiting sick people at the hospital.

Any way he died that Monday and we had his funeral that Wednesday. After the funeral my wife had to work and my sister and niece were staying at our grandmothers house. I was alone in the house. I started hearing something in the bedroom they had been staying in. I went into investigate...could not find anything. I looked under the bed, in the closet, nothing. Kept hearing it. My wife came home around 10 PM and we were watching TV and she said "what's that noise?". I knew what noise she meant and said "I have no idea but its coming from the guest room and there is nothing in there". She finally got up to look and sure as shite when she looks under the bed a black cat comes charging out at her. She screams bloody murder and when I head that way the cat runs past me into the dining room and starts leaping against the glass door about 5 feet high and making cat like screams frantically trying to get out of the house. I sling the door open and that fricker takes off into the night. We checked the house, no doors open, no windows, nothing. Had never seen that cat before, never seen it since. My wife, to this day, claims I put that cat under the bed but I did not....I have no idea where the fricker came from but he likened to have scared both of us to death.