PARANORMAL PHENOMENA

This is not so strange, but when I was young, I saw my my mother, but she was not really there. I had waited for her to come home and when I finally heard what I thought was her, I was excited. I ran to see her and there she was. I then ran to tell my father that she was home and ran back to find her. She was not there. Her car was not there. I asked her about it when she finally did come home, but she said that she had not been home before then. Something else that was strange was a magic trick I did for my grandfather. I flipped a coin and could somehow tell what it would be before I flipped it. I got it right 5 times in a row! I then tried it for my grandmother, but it did not work and has not worked since. The logical explanation would be that I subconsciously manipulated the coin to fall a certain way. I can percieve what is going to happen in simple guessing games with a 90% accuracy! Strange. Probably cooincidence. Anonymous Irvine, Ca USA - Monday, September 02, 2002 at 22:12:49 (PDT)

when i was medataion i saw a weard glow on the plants,and then as i walked back to my camp in the woods i stoped for some reason by a pale of water it seemed to ,,,,make me want to tuch it,as my hand was drawn near ,,till it tuched the water,,i felt nothing as the water was like air no felling,as my hand swerled around in the plae ,my mouth shut in scilence for some reason. I was still in a scilence,state of deep madataion,it seemed as the water was whispering to me,,a strange felling,'this is true,,this really happend at a camp out for my boy scouts in the white moutaions..... cris dallas, texas USA - Saturday, August 31, 2002 at 21:39:04 (PDT)

Guys, I am an aussie and I hav always had a facination w/ the paranormal and electronics, so thats what attracted me to your site. Any way when I was 13 years old my dad took me along to a meeting with people interested in ufos/spirits/harmonic(which I will explain soon)anyway it was hosted by a guy called Bill (a 69 year old man) and he had this crazy idea that he could build a "mother ship" and and fly off to meet the "aliens" he always thaught he should be w/. We all thaught he was crazy but when he told us all to get in a circle and hold hands w/ the person next to us and he would "concerntrate his thaught patterns" and if we did what he thaught we were "gifted". I did'nt but my brother did, Bill sat there w/ his eyes closed and suddernly 6 people in the circle, thair right hand shot up in the air and my brother was amonst them. For some reason he made us all wear this yellow ribbon?? Any way after that none of us ever saw him again! Harmonics is a set of books written by B.L Cathie titled Harmonic 288, Harmonic 33 and Harmonic 695. They spoke about mysterious radio antennas and anti-gravity. If you really want to know about the real working of the world (not in a phisics point of view) READ THESE BOOKS!! :) Jordan <jordobru a aol com> CAB, Australia - Saturday, August 24, 2002 at 22:29:50 (PDT)

When I was about 5-6 I had 3 encuonters with the same ghost. It look liked my dad and acted like him too. The only thing is that my dad is alive. The daddy ghost (as I turned to call it) would appear after my dad left a room. The first time was at night my dad just finished saying good night. Seconds later I saw him again but the real dad was in bed. The next time it was about the same time but in the TV room (2 levels down from the bedrooms). Once again ny father left the room and "Daddy ghost" appeared in the same clothing as my dad. It walk through a wall and my dad returned. The last time I saw the ghost was in the day. I was in my parents bedroom telling my dad about the ghost. He said to ask it who it was then left the room. Just then the ghost came it, just appeared I said "Who are you?". I never got a reply it looked at me then left. It was never seen again. Also no family member looks at all like my dad. Kim Brampton, Canada - Wednesday, August 14, 2002 at 18:11:41 (PDT)

about 4 years ago i was walking home along the shore one night about 4 in the morning (this sort of thing is normal as i am a black belt in two martial arts and a first class runner (the true martial art!) and am confident) whilst walking down this beach a figure loomed out of the distance really too close not to have been spotted earlier but this figure was about 10 foot tall and i instantly felt an intense fear as this thing headed straight towards me it looked like a man but seemed non solid instantly made fecently my mother died who'd lived for 60 years in the house,and the 'spookyness' has disappeared however the upper landing contains a hot spot that a number of visitors have remarked upon believing the wall/floor to be radiating heat, it is my opinion that we had a presence and that my mothers 'spirit' has removed this entity and perhaps replaced it with her own, however when alive she used to discuss dying and said she would add extra zero's onto my bank account as a ghost so far no luck...... Gordon Hatton liverpool, UK - Wednesday, August 14, 2002 at 03:48:42 (PDT)

Three Knocks Phenomena. I continue to hear three types of 3-knock successions. On wood (doors), on glass (windows), on sheetrock (walls). No, the knocks are not due to clanging pipes, neighborhood children playing pranks, or creaking house structures. They appear to be intentional because they are very distinct and have awakened me from sleeping. I have also heard a multiple effect of 3 X 3 knocks (nine knocks) on a few occasions. Accepting the phenomena decreases the occurrences, while fear or apprehension increases the occurrences. Sometimes they are extremely loud and forceful as if someone(?)/something(?) is angry. If anyone has encountered the 3-knock phenomena under any circumstance, please contact me. I am a researcher studying the "threes" phenomena. My site's content page can be found at: http://cenocracy.topcities com/cro24.html Herb O. Buckland <herbobuckland a hotmail.com> West Valley, Ut USA - Thursday, August 08, 2002 at 06:34:34 (PDT)

Dear Sirs, I'll start off by saying that I don't think telepathy in the SF 'mindreading actual words' sense exists. However, 2 things happened to me in rapid succession which made me think about the possibility of telepathy at a much lower level. On the way home from work one night, I was waiting on the central platform of a Glasgow tube station. To my right and well in front of me was a young man. Behind me arrived a train, the doors of which only opened on the opposite platform. A young woman siting in the train started to stare very intently at the back of this young mans head. It was obvious she thought she knew him. The 3 of us formed an isoceles triangle with myself at the apex. I could see him & her. She could see him & me. He could see neither of us. Slowly he turned round with a puzzled look on his face, towards me, past me to the young woman. They recognised each other & there was a bit of happy shouting through the train windows (which do not open). I found it interesting but dismissed it until... later that evening I parked my car in an unlit car park behind a newagents. On my return from the newsagents, I got in my car and turned on the map light so that I could write a card I had bought. Suddenly I felt compelled to turn my head left. Sure enough, in a car about 30 feet back & about 15 feet to my left was a small child in the back seat. I could just, only just, make out the face, but it was obvious from the way the child was staring that he felt quite sure I would be unable to see him in the darkness. Later that evening I started to think about the 2 events. In both cases the watched person turned in the direction which led in the shortest time to the watcher. In both cases the watcher & watched were separated by physical barriers. Neither watcher made any sound. In my case I say 'I felt compelled', to be honest I did it with out any active thought at all. My head was turning & my eyes were searching, but I was just along for the ride. Much as the young man had appeared to be. He had a genuine look of bemusement on his face as his head was turning. Any animal which could detect the intent thoughts of an unseen predator would be at an advantage in that it would be prepared to fight or flee. We've all experienced the feeling that we're being watched. Given that we now know that the brain generates detectable EM fields, its not a big leap to the idea that at a very low level we and other animals may be capable of detecting them. I think there's something in this that merits further study, but I admit, creating reproducable experiments would be very hard. yours, Wilson Logan. Wilson Logan <wilson a marchmain.force9.net> Glasgow, Scotland - Tuesday, August 06, 2002 at 07:30:38 (PDT)

it was a 1983 i was shopping at a local grocery store in huntington beach ca. with my wife at the time and my 2nd daughter. we had just left the store and found our car in the parking lot when an older lady aproached us. she told us that she came to the store for the first time since moving to her new apt. she said she was lost and she didnt know which apt building she lived in(there were apts. all around the area). she handed me her apt key and told me to find her apt. of course not knowing her i didnt have the slightst idea where to go. she got into my car and pointed to a apt. complex with about 200 apts. i decided to knock on doors and if no-one answered i would try the key. well i pulled up to the 3rd or 4th building got out of the car went upstairs down a hall to a door ( i dont know why i picked it) tried the key, it was the apt i was looking for (and on the first try) i went to the car to get the lady and she said "thats why i picked you" weird huh? mark carpenter <mushbo a aol com> crescent city, ca USA - Friday, June 07, 2002 at 16:33:35 (PDT)

It was 1995 and I was 16 years old, I was on a church skiing trip in Colorado, I think the mountain was called Beaver Run or something like that. I was always very curios about religon and at the age of 16 had already studied Zen, attended a jewish temple a number of times with a friend from Russia, and was a spectical about Christianity. I guess I was somewhat of a non-beliver as that I had never seen any evidence of a greater God or Enlitened being. I only attended the wed. night youth group meetings and never actually went to Sunday service at this church. So I'm on this trip wit about 20 kids, ages 16-21 maybee 6 adults. It was a week long trip and we stayed in 3 different condos. There were about 8 people in my condo, we were all seated in the dinning area and everybody was praying before bed, it was prob 10:00pm. When I looked around I saw everybodies heads were bowed in pray except me. I noticed an open window directly behind the adult at the head of the table. As I looked at the window I saw a stream of smoke enter the room,like when you breath out on a cold day and you can see your breath. But the room was warm, its as if cold breath was coming into the warm room. I saw nothing in the window, and nobody else saw this happen, I told nobody there as not to scare them. I can only imagine what was outside that window that night, perhaps an evil spirit or Demon watching us pray. I had a very hard time the rest of the trip, my mind engulfed with thoughts of evil. I have also seen a ghost once as a child, perhaps I am conected with the realm of spirits somehow. I am not looking for an answer, but if anyone else has had a similar experiance I'd love to hear it... KC Linn <cmclauchlin a attbi com> Dallas, Tx USA - Thursday, June 13, 2002 at 12:14:01 (PDT)

This is very weird and I hope not to receive crack-pot e-mails as I explain my phenomenon. Since childbirth I have heard people talking, voices spirits, whatever, I can sense spirits and see psychic imprints. The bizarre thing is I quite frequently have dreams which I vividly remember where it feels as if I am being held down, in the dreams I see distorted images and during one dream I heard a voice calling to me asking me the questions my minister asked me in my confirmation vows. I responded to the voice with the same responses I gave on confirmation day. I verified they were the same responses by checking my confirmation book. I have been told by a psychic that I dabbled in the dark arts in a past life and now both sides fight for my soul. I would normally dismiss this as weird, however what the psychic didn't know and what most people don't know is I can read latin however I have never studied the language and knew the bible inside out and backwards long before I ever studied it in detail. I was wondering if there is anyone out there who can give me any insight into why I have these dreams and any information on past lives. I feel the need to add the fact that I am well educated and a respected professional I just experience these strange occurances. Patricia <patticrackers a yahoo.ca> cambridge, on canada - Friday, June 14, 2002 at 08:33:53 (PDT)

This was not second nor was it the wind. One morning I was cleaning (straightening)our bedroom. My husband had taken our son to day care.I was back in our room, when I thought I heard the front door open, I looked down the hall and the door had swung open maybe half way or little less. I thought to my self we have never had this happen before, usually we were having to pulled the door rather hard. When I got to the door, it opened a little more. Our dog, Brow she was a red and brown german shepard, was behind me, I closed the door and began back to the bedroom. Brow stopped right in front of me and began vigoriuosly looking around as if she were chasing a fly around in the air. Suddenly she stopped and looked up at me, then looked toward the kithen and dinning area. she headed towards the garage door thru the kitchen. She stopped and started to bark at the door about 4ft. away. At this point and time I was getting a little spooked. I stood between the kitchen cabinet and breadfast bar. Brow, stopped barking turned and looked at me, then I felt it, I smelt that cool,misty,moldy scent. I felt the cold chill start at my left side and it left out my rightside. I even felt a little faint. It was nothing I had ever experienced before. Brow she bolted thru the walk way down the hall back ing our bedroom, stopping at the end of the bed. She looked up at the corner of the room and just barked, barked and barked. It seemed like for ever but it probably was only a minute or so. That is my phenomena. I was there , I felt it,smelt it, and experienced it. That was back in 1989, Austin Texas.I'm 41 yrs. and just now really sharing that experience with others. Didn't want to look to werid. I truely believe. I felt rather special afterwards, not many other people get to feel what I felt. lana <siamin a 281 com> Burnet, tx USA - Thursday, June 27, 2002 at 08:22:04 (PDT)

Okay we just got back from the Oregon coast and on the way back we decided that we were going to stop at some lighthouses on the way (cause my mom luv's them)and we went to this lighthouse and then it was said that it was haunted and that there was a trap door somewhere in the house and that was supposedly were the ghost lived but the keepers of the lighthouse didn't know where the trap door was.So knowing me I went looking for it so I left my tour group and went looking for it.And i was wondering through the lighthouse just looking at everything but couldn't find anything even interesting.And all of the sudden I started hearing this whispering sound and so I followed it and it lead me to the basement and there was a rope that said "Do not Cross" but since I had already left my tour group I figured oh well what's one more rope gonna hurt.And surprisingly the basement had a light switch and it worked so of course i turned it on.And it looked like a regular basement and there was this really old pretty rocking chair there so I went and sat in it when I heard a noise behind me and there was a wall behind me so I didn't know what it was.So I got up moved the chair and there was a little door so knowing me again I opened it.And there was a bed and a desk it looked like a place where maybe an old lighthouse keeper might have come to write or something.There was a little seashell on the desk and I took it.And then I got really cold so I got out of there and went back upstairs to find my tour group and they found me before I found them and my parents were all like where were you and I just said that I had gone to the gift shop.So we left the lighthouse and I didn't feel right for some reason not like I felt sick or anything I mean just not...right.So when we got home I took the seashell and put it on my desk in my room.And now whenever I go to open my door it opens by it self.You know kinda like in the movie "What Lies Beneath" it's really freaky and I have really weird dreams about that loghthouse now.And it's always really cold in my room now.So if anyone belives me or has had something like that happen to them please e-mail me!! thanx!! Amber DesMarteau < Princesssweetpickles a yahoo com> Hermiston, Or USA - Monday, July 01, 2002 at 20:00:01 (PDT)

It was 1969, my senior year in high school. I was driving East of Quapaw, Oklahoma on a road that many of the residents of the area had traveled, "The Spooklight Road". The early fall of the year when everyone had just started school again and...of course our favorite sport "parking". (Oh yeah, no booze and no dope) Spooklight road had to be the darkest place in the world when I was growing up. I had pulled up 4 or 5 car lengths behind a pickup truck with two people in it. I was alone and was supposed to meet the young lady of my dreams once again. I had seen the spooklight many times but this time it appeared and came flying down the road at us very fast. When it got to the front of the pickup it appeared to go inside the truck. The inside of the cab lit up with a glow that reminded me of an old blue neon light on a foggy night. The passenger side door of the truck opened and a blonde haired girl bolted from it and out in the ditch. She turned and was screaming as the driver bailed out his side of the truck and ran around the back of the truck in front of me. I left my headlights off, got out of the car and ran over to the girl. She was hysterical and crying holding her face with her hands. He asked me if I saw it, and I said I did. They were from Missouri and said they had been out there and seen the light many times and nothing like that had ever happened. I had seen the light before, but never before had I seen it enter a vehicle. He said it got really cold in the truck before he g ot out. After he got out of the truck the light appeared to all of us about a half a mile down the road in front of us. Jim Potts <jimandcarolyn a potts com> Wyandotte, OK USA - Sunday, January 27, 2002 at 22:38:11 (PST)

This is a short one, but a definite "event". I woke up from a deep sleep as I dreamed someone had raised a large knife and plunged the knife into my heart. This was 25 years ago and is still extremely vivid. What jolted me awake was the extreme pain I felt as I was stabbed. I instantly bolted upright (in my bed, not my dream) and took a while to calm down, as the pain was so real and severe. Later that night I received a call that my grandfather died of a heart attack. Steve <commonblue a att.net> Evansville, IN USA - Sunday, October 21, 2001 at 19:24:20 (PDT)

I enterd my place of employment as I do every day, whilst makeing the coffe before anybody else had arrived in the building at around 8.45 am. I noticed a grey object floating down the stairs and dissapearing through a wall,this object had no form or fisical apperance and was more of a haze than anything else about 5 feet high. I do not take drugs or any sort of substances and would regard my self as quite level headed. I have told my boss but he thinks that I am just trying to get a day off. If anybody could shed some light on this I would be very interested as I have never in my 48 years experienced anything like this. Martin Thackwell <firstchoice.mobiles a btinternet com> cardiff, uk - Friday, February 15, 2002 at 02:00:50 (PST)

I was hiking in the woods (a dark, dense pine forest)when suddenly I saw several white translucent 'people' simultaneously duck behind trees. They had appeard to be floating and wearing sheets. I thought at first I had run into a kkk meeting but I could hear no running or see no legs and they were several feet above the ground. I watched for a few minutes and it happened again, with them moving (gliding) behind different trees. After watching for awhile nothing else happened. For the life of me I can't figure out scientifically what I saw! Dave <guerradj a yahoo com> Putnam, Ct USA - Monday, February 11, 2002 at 08:50:55 (PST)

I have been reading all these reports and have to add my own: About 2 years ago I did some training in a special martial art after a special training lesson to open up my energy I have noticed that after resting for a while i get these partialy visible fields flowing through my eyes this is great at night seems as i can see almost everything! my family is very skeptical. I can light up flourecent gloves while doing the meditation and move materials closer to my hand. When I do the breathing exercises i can increase my strenght by 50 % and fell a cold wind coming out of my hand s I do not put out light but i distort the radio heavily. I often see small ball lightning in intense electrical storms and some the size of peas come close to my body nd then disappear. Please write to me if you have similar experiances! Wilyarti howard wilyarti howard <wilyarti_howard a yahoo.co.uk> Australia - Thursday, February 07, 2002 at 19:31:23 (PST)

MYSTERIOUS MAN IT ALL STARTED ON HALLOWEEN NIGHT IN 1984.I WAS LIVING IN GREER S.C.EVERY HALLOWEEN 2 WOULD COME ON AT 8PM AND GO OFF AT 10 PM.I CAME HOME AT 9:30PM AND MY MOM CHECKED MY CANDY AND SENT ME TO BED.THAT WAS 9:55 PM.ABOUT 9:58 MY BODY LOCKED AND I COULDN'T MOVE.BEHIND MY HEAD WAS A WALL AND BEHIND THAT WALL REST THE REFRIGERATOR.I CAN SEE THROUGH THE WALL AND THE REFRIGERATOR EVEN THOUGH I WASN'T FACING IT.WHAT EVER THIS WAS WANTED ME TO SEE IT COMING.EVERYBODY KNOW THE NORMAL WIDTH OF A REGULAR DOOR.THIS THING WAS LIKE A BIG BLACK CLOUDIT WAS BIGGER THAN THE KITCHEN DOOR BY MORE THAN 6IN ON BOTH SIDES.IT CAME THROUGH THE KITCHEN AND THROUGH THE REFRIDGERATOR.I WAS SCREAMING SO MY MOM CAN HEAR ME BUT NO SCREAMS LEFT MY MOUTH BUT I CAN HEAR THEM.THATS WHEN THE THE BIG "SHADHOA:LAYED ON MY BODY MY SOUL LEAPED IN THE AIR AND I WAS LOOKING AT MY BODY FROM ABOVE.THEN A WHITE SHADOW CAME AND LAYED ON TOP OF THE BLACK SHADOW.IT WASN'T THE SAME SIZE.MY BODY HAD THE WHITE SHADOW IN IT BUT THE BLACK SHADOW WAS STILL PRESENT CAUSE THE WHITE SHADOW HAD A BLACK OUT LINE.I RETURNED TO MY BODY AND IT WAS 10:38 AND HALLOWEEN 2 WAS ON BUT ONLY ON MY TV I WAS FORCED TO WATCH IT THEN IT WENT OFF AT 12 MIDNIGHT.I WAS 9 YRS.OLD OVER THE YEARS I CHANGED.I HAD A WARM HEART BUT I WOULD COMMIT EVIL ACTS AND I LOVE TO SEE BLOOD.I WAS A GOOD KID BUT I WAS OBSESSED WITH MURDER. 1990 I CAME TO MY MOTHER'S HOUSE,I WAS STAYING WITH MY GRANDMOTHER AT THE TIME,AND HALLOWEEN 2 CAME ON T.V.MY MOM WENT INTO A TRANCE AND SAID:OCT.31 1984 SHE WAS LAYING ON THE COUCH WAITING FOR HALLOWEEN 2 TO COME ON WHEN HER BODY LOCKED.WHEN IT DID SHE COULD SEE THROUGH THE WALLS OF THE 2 ROOMS BEHIND HER HEAD.THE SHADHOWS OF BLACK AND WHITE CAME AND LAYED ON HER BODY. IT DOESN'T END HERE. THE BLACK SHADHOA SEEMED TO EMERGE FROM MY BODY.1ST WAS A MYSTERIOUS VOICE TELLING ME YOU GOING TO DIE REPEATEDLY.THEN ONE NIGHT IN 92 I SAW SHADHOA FOR THE 1ST TIME.I FELL ASLEEP ONE NIGHT WHEN SOMETHING PULLED ME OUT OF BED. I HIT THE FLOOR TURNED THE LIGHT ON, NOTHING.I CUT THE LIGHT OFF AND A HOUR LATER I SEE A FIGURE WITH NO FEATURES STANDING IN THE LIVING ROOM.IT LOOK LIKE ME AT THE TIME BUT IT WAS ALL BLACK.I SLOWELY MOVED BACK TO MY ROOM SOMEHOW WENT TO SLEEP.EVIL ACTS CONTINUED AND STUFF I LOVED WOULD DISAPPEAR.THAT CONTINUED FOR THE NEXT 2 YEARS.DURING THEN I THOUGHT ABOUT SUICIDE TO STOP THIS MADNESS. IN 95 I WAS LIVING WITH MY COUSIN IN GREENVILLE. I CAME HOME WITH MY GUN IN MY HAND.I SITTING ON THE COUCH DRINKING A BEER IN THE DARK LOOKING AT MY NEW GUN,WHEN I LOOKED UP HE WAS STANDING 2 ROOMS UP IN THE KITCHEN.I KNEW HE WAS THERE CAUSE THROUGH THE THIN CURTAINS I CAN SEE THE STEET LIGHT OUT BACK BUT HE WAS BLOCKING THAT WINDOW.TO MY SURPRIZE IT WAS STILL BLACK BUT IT STOOD LIKE ME AND IT HAD MY PHYSIQUE.AGAIN I FELL ASLEEP WITH MY GUN. WHEN I WOKE UP IT WAS GONE BUT IN MY HIDING SPOT. I THOGHT I DID SOMETHING HORRIBLE THANK GOD I DIDN'T. I CAME HOME TO GREER IN 96. IN BETWEEN 96 AND 97 I TOLD MY BEST FRIEND AND MY YOUNGER BROTHER ABOUT SHADHOW MAN AND HIS PROCESS.THEY WERE SKEPTIC.ONE DAY IN 97 I TURNED THE CORNER OF MY STREET COMING FROM WHEN MY LITTLE BROTHER MY BEST FRIEND AND 2 GUYS WHO JUST MOVED IN THE NEIGHBORHOOD RAN BY ME CRYING AND SCREAMING.I CAUGHT UP TOO THEM AND I ASKED WHAT HAPPENED.THEY SAID:DON'T GO HOME SHADHOA MAN BEEN THERE LOOKING FOR YOU SEEN HIM IN THE ROOM WHEN WE CAME BACK FROM SHOOTING BALL.NOW I REALLY KNOW I'M NOT CRAZY CAUSE THEY SEEN SHADHOA TOO. IN 98 IN THE MORNING I LEFT AND GOT ME A BEER AND MY COUSIN THINK I'M THE COOLEST SO HE COPY MY HAIRSTYLE AND THE WAY I DRESS.HE WAS SICK SO HE STAYED HOME.AT THIS TIME MY MOM MOVED INTO MY GRANDMOTHERS HOUSE WHEN MY GRANDMOTHER WAS PUT IN A HOME.I CAME HOME AND MY MOM SAID:DAMN THAT WAS FAST! I SAID:I BEEN GONE FOR AN HOUR I WAS HELPING AFRIEND MOVED HER FURNITURE.MY MOM TOLD ME SHE SAW SOMEBODY LIKE ME LOOKING AT MY COUSIN WHILE HE WAS SLEEP.SHE THOUGHT I WAS ME SO SAID NEVER MINE.IN 2002 TODAY I STILL FEEL HIS PRESENCE BUT I DESENSITIZED SHADHOA MAN BY TAKING ON HIS NAME AS MY OWN.STUFF STILL DISAPPEAR AND HE MADE ONE LAST APPEARANCE JUS ABOUT 2 MONTHS AGO.I WAS TAKING A SHOWER WHEN I LOOKED OUTSIDE AND A BIG BLACK FIGURE WAS IN A TREE.IT WAS SHADHOA MAN.I LIVE ALONE NOW SO IT SCARED ME PRETTY GOOD ESPECIALLY SINCE MY FRONT DOOR WAS OPEN TOO. IF ANYBODY HAD AN EXPERIENCE LIKE THIS OR WANT TO ASK ANY QUESTION ABOUT ME OR SHADHOA MAN.FEEL FREE TO E MAIL ME. I KNOW THIS SOUND LIKE A MOVIE BUT TRUST ME AND THIS SIGHT THIS IS ATERRIBLE REALITY I LIVE EVERY SINGLE DAY IT STILL GIVE ME CHILLS TO TALK ABOUT THIS maurice dillard <shadhoa26 a yahoo com> greenville, sc USA - Wednesday, February 06, 2002 at 05:45:18 (PST)

Here is a real story many of you may find interesting: When I was 16 years old (I'm 29 now) my girlfriend and I were standing outside of her house talking. This guy that liked my girlfriend kept driving by her house while I was there... On the fourth or fifth time he drove by (I was really mad) I looked at my girlfriend and said "I wish he would wreck his car" - no sooner than I said it - it happened - he ran his car off the road into the ditch and flipped it!(the guy was shaken up but his car was totaled) You should have seen the look on my girlfriends face! I have never forgotten that day. Needless to say my girlfriend broke up with me soon after this incident... Is that strange or what? Is it possible to MAKE things like this happen? Be careful what you wish for - it just might come true! Nate Nate <KNN10 a bellsouth.net> GA USA - Sunday, February 03, 2002 at 19:37:16 (PST)

My very sweet great Aunt Mimi (real name Mildred) just died on January 25th 2002. She was 91. She would have been 92 on April 1st 2002. She was very crippled with arthritis and she was very distorted and she could not even hold up her head. It made me very sad to see my Aunt in this sad condition. Regardless of her condition she still never lost her wonderful sense of humor. I used to visit her every Friday and she would tell me funny stories and always be upbeat no matter how bad she was feeling. I admired her so much for her overcoming all aversities that I never missed our Friday visits. A lot of the time I would be feeling down and she would bring me up. I always brought her an angel every time I came to sit in her window sill. She had 91 angels in her little tiny nursing home room. I really started to go see her again in August of 1995 when I heard she was getting sicker and I remember her vividly as a child how kind she was and how she always told me to come over after school for hot chocolate and cookies. This became a ritual I very much looked foward too. I did not have a lot of positive family members when I was growing up. She was always there with open arms and a big hug. So I decided to make it up to her. I made sure to buy enough angels to cover her window sill her dresser and her night stand by her bed. I just brought her two angels on January 23rd two days before her death. This made a total of 91 which was her age. I knew she was close to death but she opened her eyes and sad may God bless you forever. She died two days later. Now we come to the strange part. On the evening of January 25th after I had went to her very short and sweet veiwing. Which was fine for me because I do not like furnerals I came home feeling very exhausted. Sitting on my night stand by my bed was a very small angel with a bowed head and hands together in prayer. I told my husband that was very sweet for him to do this for me because it did make me feel much better. He said he did not get the angel. I asked all of my frinds and family members if they had brought me this very thoughtful gift. Today is January 31th and still I have not found out where the angel came from. I truly think my beautiful Anut Mimi sent me this angel to express her appreciation for my great love for her. I keep the angel on my bedside table and say a prayer every night and tell Aunt Mimi thanks and to watch over me. I truly feel she is around me. I feel her presence everyday. No doubt in my mind this angel is from her to watch over me and express her thankfulness for all of the love we shared. Sincerely Dianne Leonard Dianne Leonard <Angeljustis a aol com> Springfield, Oh. USA - Thursday, January 31, 2002 at 17:47:25 (PST)

I found this sight while searching for an answer as to why I seem to have problems concerning electricity. It is a running joke in my family when a street light goes out as I pass. My children are 20, 18 and 10 now, and they all remember this as they grew up. My wife looks for sales and stocks up on light bulbs because we go through so many of them. They usually pop when i turn the switch on, but often they will blow when just sitting at dinner or watching television. I also have a terrible time with any sort of credit card. I refuse to use them unless I absolutely have to. I have a company gas card for work and cant remember how many times I have had to wait while the clerk had to call in the number or use a hand imprinter. Phones themselves are a large problem also. We have bought countless telephones and answering machines over the years. Ironically, I work for a phone company, and while I dont do much technical work, the technichians just shake their heads when I tell them of some of the problems that I have had with phones, wiring and connections. I do have to use a transmitter at times and i have had 3 of them in the shop at once. A lot of people have mentioned static electricity, and while it has not been a problem for the last several years, at one time it was to the point that it was worrisome. The kids were afraid to touch me and I was to the point where I was afraid to touch metal or get out of the car. In fact, there was a story on the cover of one of those supermarket tabloids about a man being killed by static electricty from his dryer, and my wife bought a copy for me as a joke. While I laughed along with her, i have to say that it did make me a bit paranoid, because i had already began to refuse to take the clothes out of the dryer. I also have the same problem that many people have described with watches. I haven't worn one since high school because they just would always quit working. my wife bought me several wind up pocket watches and I had no luck with them either. Another thing that I have noticed while reading other peoples experiences it that many of them seem to have some sort of psychic occurences. I was never big on this sort of thing, but have had some things happen recently that have made me wonder. When I was in college, I took a bus home and the woman next to me asked if she could read my palm. What the heck. She told me things about my family that she couldnt have possibly have known, and while I was curious I put it out of my mind until this summer. At my wifes 25th high school renunion, I ran into a friend that I hadn't seen in years. He introduced me to his wife and we hit it off at once. Everyone drifted away and she asked me if she could tell me something she had never told anyone before. What the heck. To make a long story short, she told almost the exact same fortune teller story with the exception that hers was on a recent flight from Salt Lake City. Then she said that when they got off the plane this woman told her that she would "believe," when she met someone like her again. That was the strangest part, because this is the exact same thing that my mystery woman had told me. I was in shock and asked her why she told me this, and she said she didnt know. We were interupted before I could tell her my story and I never did get to tell her. Since then, I have had intermitent short periods where unrelated events seem to come together. It only lasts for a few hours, but becomes very intense. Sometimes it will be just silly little things, but once in a while, it becomes a little disturbing. Anyway, I found this site and the posts on the street lamp interference seems to have cut off about a year ago. Im wondering if I'm not navigating the site right or they were discontinued. If anyone has any comments on any of this, I would appreciate hearing them. tom <flyqc a aol com> davenport, ia USA - Wednesday, January 23, 2002 at 09:29:00 (PST)

Kind Readers, As previously posted, I have the knack for dreaming about a location before I actually visit it, albeit surrepeticiously. This has occured numerous times. The latest occurance is totally unlike the rest. A brief background... My family and I were confronted with a dire medical prognosis regarding our dear father. He was, and remains to be, a great man who will live in our hearts forever. Dad passed on Dec. 28, 2001. During that troublesome time, as would be expected, emotions were stretched to the limit. We prayed, cajoled, wept and slept fitfully. Dad and his recovery was our sole focus. During that time I had a dream of hopelessness, repetion and an unhealthy obsession with confined spaces. August last, my wife and I relieved the suffering of our K-9 buddy, Spike. He was a good dog and yes, the tears did flow. During the preceding weeks of Spike's demise, (vacation) I anticipated my return to work and instead of watching the tube or reading, I purchased a PlayStationOne gaming platform. (It's that kind of Job). After playing-out several games, I returned to a local retailer and purchased "Metal Gear Solid" maybe a week or so after Dad's funeral. "MGS" is a paramilitary game that relies on stealth and sneakiness for success. One scenario in the game is crawling through virtual air-conditioning ducts to infiltrate the "enemy base". As one would imagine, it is dark, confining and an unhealthy atmosphere. Exactly matching the dream I've had weeks before. This is the first time that excludes the physical realm and delves into the concept of realizing, in a dream state, virtual reality. I am truly astounded. Dave Hicks <escarpment a webtv.net> Milwaukee, WI USA - Thursday, January 17, 2002 at 22:31:28 (PST)

Well here is my story , it is the strangest thing I have ever seen . It is about my 1993 GMC safari van. Lets start with the day I bought it . It was at my Local dealer , in excelent shape , Black with a gold stripe , with 56000 miles on it . After I got it home I noticed there was little bamboo crosses in it . They were all over the place , glove box , under the sun visors and all the compartments . And there was a Brown poppy [ for a dead Vet]hanging on the mirror And a baby picture in the over head compartmet . Well Nothing bad happned the first year I owned it , and it ran fine , but 1 and a half years later [it had only 74000 miles on it] I stopped at my Local hardware store . And an Old man came up to me , and with a slightly forien accent ask me " Do you own the van ?" I said yes . he ask me kind of pausing as he went , had Anything strange happened while I was driving it ? I said No . He said him and his wife had problems with it as soon as it had 2800 mioles on it . he said they would be driving along , and it would just stop , then later it would run fine . So we went out to where it was parked , he acted like he did`nt want to touch it . I said " I have a baby picture in here " So I looked for it and found it and he opened the door, I gave it to him along with the crosses . And he went to his car . Now remember , this van ran fine , I used it every month to go on 400 mile round trips to see My Mom . I drove away from the hard ware store , I got 1 mile from there and the van jerked a few times and stopped dead ! I had it towed in . It would not start . So to try to make this short , They tried to fix it , The had it running sevral times and The service manager would drive it up the road with me in it , and I would tell the story of the old man , and the van would stop dead ! I spent $2000.00 on repair , and they could not fix it . So I had it towed home and it sat in the driveway . Well I met a guy who wanted it and would trade me a car for it , cause it looked new . So he came over to get it and pull it home with his Big truck . Just before he came over , I tried to start the van , It WOULD NOT RUN . So he arrived and started to hook it up to pull it , He said " well I am going to try to start it " I said ok . He started it , it started right up , like new ! , it ran fine ,They drove it home and Him and his family went on vacation with it that week About 150 miles away . So Whatever it was , that Van would not run for me , But as soon as he got it, and I sighned the title over , whatever "spell " that was on it was broken . I sware this story is true , I have a couple friends who can sware it . And you would really have to be there to believe it , and see just how strange this all was . The Man who got the van is still driving it , his wife loves it , And they think I am crazy for getting rid of it . I don`t ever want that van around me again , there is something evil about it ! Jim <pine_forest_trail a yahoo com> Roscommon, Mi USA - Sunday, December 30, 2001 at 09:07:59 (PST)

How do I start? I guess at the beginning. I have seen things around me all of my life. Even at a very young age. As you grow up and through the years you just espect these things to happen. I never looked for the things they were either already there or just simply following me. My grandma used to tell me Donna this is just somthing that you were born with. And I have seen it all. When I was very small I remember seeing people that my Mom and family would say where Donna where we don't see it. This was when I was as young as 3 years. But I guess I will tell about the experiances at my sisters house. A few years ago my husband I moved here. When we first got here we lived with my sister and her family. Almost from the beginng I felt it. There was so much. There was scratching on the walls. Everytime I would sit at there kitchen table it was as though someone was either sitting in my lap or sitting next to me. The sensation was one of a cold body that moved as we do. The other family members would watch as I had to get up from the table. I tried moving around the wall into the other room. It just followed me. One day my husband and my sister were in the kitchen with me and I felt something as I was walking to the dining area . It was right behind me. As I turned around I saw it. The thing was a big round ball of electricity and it flew into the ceiling. I have got to admit. This scared me. I then saw a tall figure in my sisters front yard very tall. and her dog is always chasing things that noone can see. I see them sometimes. When I do I let my sister know. My sister has two children and they have never slept well in this house. Anyway I would enjoy having someone to talk to about some of these happens and others I have had. Donna <dcoulson a ev1.net> Friendswood, Tx USA - Monday, July 15, 2002 at 18:08:30 (PDT)

This insn't just one occurrence but some things that have happened as long as i remember: I often have dreams that are quite realistic but not "normal". Some time later, the EXACTLY SAME scene plays out in real life. I also see "shadow people" doing normal things, but when i look closer, they dissappear. I have even seen the feet of one in a restroom stall. There have been two hard things under my skin on my forehead. one is a lump of pencil lead (embarrassing story!) the other is unexplained, and has recently dissappered, leaving a small scar. I believe everyone is psychic to some extent. email me nathan <tesla4D a yahoo com> Gardner, KS USA - Friday, July 19, 2002 at 12:05:54 (PDT)

Three teenagers watch a grown man(Abdul)turn into a midget in front of their very eyes. After smoking a J, which Abdul masterfully rolled, the three of us are quietly and politely paying attention to normal 6 foot Abdul, sitting cross legged on the bedroom floor, banging a drum between his legs and chanting something into the air in a language I could not understand or recongnize. Shortly after,I take noticee that this man who during the rest of the evening looked like a typical 6 foot man was now shrinking! At first I felt disbelief. A few seconds later I tell myself that I am having a hallucination. There he was! Sitting on the bedroom floor still playing on the drum between his legs, the only difference now is that his head is huge compared to the rest of his now miniature body. His body, arms, hands , legs and feet are the size of a midget! I begin to laugh nervously and try to change my attention from this midget to the window and outside. After regaining my composure by staring out the window I decide to look back at Abdul who is still in the form of a midget. I can't believe my eyes. I look to my friends, but they don't seem to be freaked out. They just keep smiling and are focused on Abdul. Abdul the midget keeps on chanting. I start to think I'm having a bad trip and get up and leave. I'm only thinking to escape this home. I get out. While waiting for my buddies to exit, I've rationalized what I just experienced and categorize it as a major hallucination probably out of consequence from the weed Abdul smoked us. Shortly after my buddies come down the stairs all excited and laughing like kids. And I hear one of my friends ask the other, "Did you see when he turned into a leprechaun?!" Then the other responds with a yell, "A midget! He turned into a midget!" The three of us spent the next week laughing at what we experienced. We can't explain it. Was it a hallucination that the three of us shared at the same moment? Or did Abdul transform himself into a midget? alex <sweetspot80 a hotmail com> north york, on canada - Sunday, July 21, 2002 at 11:19:49 (PDT)

I can't decide if this truly is "weird" by anyone's standards. I personally believe it's totally natural, and everyone has something to this effect. I have *very* vivid dreams. The level of detail I have in every dream I ever have is almost frightening. I can give details on dreams I've had years ago. For instance, two years ago I had a general dream about hanging out with my friends. There were 8 of us, so we needed to take two cars. Since I didn't have my car available, we decided to use Josh's and Eric's car. I rode in Eric's car in the passenger seat, Eric was driving. I have no clue who Josh actually was, but he was a slightly dumpy man... an old looking 18 or 19, wearing light blue jeans, a pair of old ratty Reeboks with no socks, a stained white t-shirt, and a ripped light blue jean jacket. He had dirty-blonde hair that was closely cropped, blue eyes, and laugh crinkles around his eyes. His front two teeth on the top were perfectly straight (as in as straight teeth go) but the two on either side (not the canine's though) were tilted in slightly. Anyway, to make an extremely long dream with lots of detail short. We stopped at a CVS in Latham to pick up disposable cameras and batteries for flashlights. On the way back out to the car, a slender man with longish bright blonde hair... *extremely* clear (but pale) blue eyes, wearing Dark blue jeans, a pair of combat boots with worn tread, a black t-shirt, and a newish jean jacket with the sleeves rolled up, came up and stabbed me directly below my sternum. While I never really considered that dream to be prophetic or have any special meaning, I can note now that since that point I've had severe problems with heartburn and acid reflux. In fact, just after eating dinner tonight I had a very similar sharp shooting pain in the same place I was stabbed in the dream. Typically when I have extremely vivid dreams like the one I related to you, I realize I am dreaming somewhere during the dream. I have actions that I can use to wake myself up (like tapping the back of my hand, or yanking a bit of hair out). A friend in high school studied Lucid Dreaming at one point, and she informed me that if someone realizes they are dreaming, the human body tries to wake the person dreaming up. I do *not* wake up after realizing I am dreaming. And if I do for any reason "wake up" I'm usually not really awake. Having dreams within dreams within dreams seems to be my forte ;) One thing I do find a bit disturbing, when I *do* actually approach conciousness after a vivid dream, my body is *extremely* heavy. I have a very difficult time breathing, if feels like something might be wrapped around my chest, and for some reason my right ear (sometimes both, but usually just the right) rings like crazy. If the dream was especially active I spend the next day totally drained, walking around half asleep, and my eyes have an acute sensitivity to light. God forbid I can't find my sunglasses. Please note, I don't do drugs. My only vice (well two actually I bite my nails too) is that I smoke. I *have* had prophetic dreams in the past, but I don't know they are "predictions" or "symbols of the future" (so to speak), until the event or action occurs. I *have* tossed around the idea of astral projection or astral planing, but i have no way to validify it. Any information would be appreciated. Amy <paradox0690 a hotmail com> Albany, NY USA - Saturday, July 27, 2002 at 20:56:05 (PDT)

Dear Sirs, I'll start off by saying that I don't think telepathy in the SF 'mindreading actual words' sense exists. However, 2 things happened to me in rapid succession which made me think about the possibility of telepathy at a much lower level. On the way home from work one night, I was waiting on the central platform of a Glasgow tube station. To my right and well in front of me was a young man. Behind me arrived a train, the doors of which only opened on the opposite platform. A young woman siting in the train started to stare very intently at the back of this young mans head. It was obvious she thought she knew him. The 3 of us formed an isoceles triangle with myself at the apex. I could see him & her. She could see him & me. He could see neither of us. Slowly he turned round with a puzzled look on his face, towards me, past me to the young woman. They recognised each other & there was a bit of happy shouting through the train windows (which do not open). I found it interesting but dismissed it until... later that evening I parked my car in an unlit car park behind a newagents. On my return from the newsagents, I got in my car and turned on the map light so that I could write a card I had bought. Suddenly I felt compelled to turn my head left. Sure enough, in a car about 30 feet back & about 15 feet to my left was a small child in the back seat. I could just, only just, make out the face, but it was obvious from the way the child was staring that he felt quite sure I would be unable to see him in the darkness. Later that evening I started to think about the 2 events. In both cases the watched person turned in the direction which led in the shortest time to the watcher. In both cases the watcher & watched were separated by physical barriers. Neither watcher made any sound. In my case I say 'I felt compelled', to be honest I did it with out any active thought at all. My head was turning & my eyes were searching, but I was just along for the ride. Much as the young man had appeared to be. He had a genuine look of bemusement on his face as his head was turning. Any animal which could detect the intent thoughts of an unseen predator would be at an advantage in that it would be prepared to fight or flee. We've all experienced the feeling that we're being watched. Given that we now know that the brain generates detectable EM fields, its not a big leap to the idea that at a very low level we and other animals may be capable of detecting them. I think there's something in this that merits further study, but I admit, creating reproducable experiments would be very hard. yours, Wilson Logan. Wilson Logan <wilson a marchmain.force9.net> Glasgow, Scotland - Tuesday, August 06, 2002 at 07:30:38 (PDT)

Three Knocks Phenomena. I continue to hear three types of 3-knock successions. On wood (doors), on glass (windows), on sheetrock (walls). No, the knocks are not due to clanging pipes, neighborhood children playing pranks, or creaking house structures. They appear to be intentional because they are very distinct and have awakened me from sleeping. I have also heard a multiple effect of 3 X 3 knocks (nine knocks) on a few occasions. Accepting the phenomena decreases the occurrences, while fear or apprehension increases the occurrences. Sometimes they are extremely loud and forceful as if someone(?)/something(?) is angry. If anyone has encountered the 3-knock phenomena under any circumstance, please contact me. I am a researcher studying the "threes" phenomena. My site's content page can be found at: http://cenocracy.topcities com/cro24.html Herb O. Buckland < herbobuckland a hotmail com> West Valley, Ut USA - Thursday, August 08, 2002 at 06:34:34 (PDT)

I too have had similar experience with the defribulator shocks in my sleep. A loud buzzing begins just as I am drifting off. It escalates and builds to a crescendo and ends with a loud BOOM. Just as the Boom is about to explode my body is shocked at least five inches in the air. For years as a child I was afraid to sleep over at anyone's home for fear that they would see this and think I was epileptic. I also listen to ocillating solar winds and have out of the body experiences. My recent out of the body experience happened when I was asleep on the couch. I though I had awakened, opening my eyes, at the time I was wearing braces, I could feel that the bottom wiring had popped out of place so I lifted my hand to adjust it but I could not SEE my hand. I could only Feel it. I realised that I was partially disembodied. I looked down at my hand lying by my side and tried to move it but I couldn't. By now I am wide awake and my heart is racing but my whole body feels as if it is asleep, a terrible prickly ghost pain feeling. I gave up on the broken wire in my mouth and set out to prove to myself that I could MOVE my body! This took a great effort and struggle but I finally came back and shot out off the couch. As I walked around the blood flow came back into my arms and leggs. I felt for my braces with my tongue and found that the wire was NOT broken or in any way misaligned. Was it a dream? I don't think so. That feeling of helplessness scared me like no other. I do not shock things or cause faults in electrical equipment. It happes quite the other way. I make equipment work where it fails. I can often make a car start by "pleading" with it or I just seem to be able to "fix" things without opening the device but by placing hands on either end of it. It does not work consistently and is most successfull when I am in a detached mood. This means that if something breaks down and I am in a hurry to "fix" it it won't work, the energy builds up and I break out into itchy hives. But if someone else is having a problem then I can calmly walk in, ask them what happened and set about fixing it. I have no electronic background but I do like to study the more esoteric nature of electricity and it's relation to man. My latest experience was when I attempted to fix a dss receiver and in opening it just to take a look I forgot to unplug it and touched its electronic insides, shocking myself. It was a mildly pleasant buzzing. The shock stemmed more from my deisbelief that I had actually touched a live device and not died. After the tingling subsided, I found my self wanting to do it again and I was oddly giddy for the rest of the day. Anyway, I would very much like for us to get together in a chatroom or forum I have and discuss ways of utilising this "untapped" power for the benefit of man and our civilization. If others have been wrecking havoc on standared electronics then we can only assume that these electronic devices do not use "harmonic" electricity. That is electricity that is compatible with living substance. I hold the opinion that future electronic devices should be powed by the human units using them. They should charge themselves on the natural bio-electricity of the the planet and people. If any of you have ideas and designs for this future technology I would like to hear it, discuss it and then make it HAPPEN!! The FUTuRE IS NOW changig the past, in the present, for the future, ngws new group of world servers < ngws a worldserviceworld.net> - Thursday, April 12, 2001 at 10:57:30 (PDT)

A coupel of thing have happened to me. The first thing happend when I was about 15 yeara old. I was at my old farm house. I was in my room with the curtins closed but there was a little crack still open. Something caught my eye so I went over to the window and opened the curtins. I saw a ball of light that went around the corner of the house. It was blue but it never gave off alot of light, it moved fast but it ws easy to keep track of, I ran out of my room and into the living room, where we have a big picture window. I was yelling at my mom to come and see but, by that time it was too late for any one elese to see it. No one else has had a simmiler experience that I have read about. About 4 years later I was up stairs in my parents house (on the same farm but a different house) I was having a fight with my girlfriend to whom I later married. I went to bed but we were not allowed to sleep together so she had to sleep in a different room. After I fell asleep I was awakened by someone grabbing my big toe and shaking my foot. I am a sound sleeper so it is no easy to wake me up but I woke up. I never opened my eyes I just said "Amy why are you shaking my foot" and I could hear her from the other room say "I am not shaking your foot" and I stood up straight in my bed no one was there. I told my sister this story a few years later and her face turned white. She told me as a little kid on the farm ther was two farm houses one that me my mom, dad, brother and sister stayed at and one that my grandma and grandpa stayed in. As a little kid we use to go over there and if we had a nap she would always wake us up by grabbing our big toe and shaking our foot. My grand parents were dead by the time for about 3 years I was 19 so who was shaking my foot? if any one has the simmiler experience please e-mail me at colinbriske a hotmail com Colin Briske < colinbriske a hotmail com> Regina, Sk Canada - Tuesday, May 01, 2001 at 23:42:49 (PDT)

On the night that princess Di was killed I was asleep in bed when I heard a voice say" the princess of wales is dead ".I sat up and asked my wife "did you hear that". I went down stairs thinking that I had left the tele switched on. I hadn't I put the tele on and saw the news report of the event. momo < mac d8tyy a aol comm> burnley, uk - Saturday, May 19, 2001 at 07:24:24 (PDT)

I graduate in June of 99, and the hard times began. I moved out of my parents house at 18, and moved from place to place. I ended up moving to Long Beach, CA (near 21st and Pacific). It was a duplex built in the 1920's. My roomate Shannan's grandmother (who had recently passed Feb. 00) owned it and so we moved in on March 11th, 2000. From the beginning I saw strange things. Missing things, like the salt and pepper shakers (for ONE example) went missing and we never found them. I saw shadows, heard footsteps, lights would go on in the back bedroom when Shannan and I were sitting together in the living room. I got really sick and my rough times grew worse for personal reasons, but I was wasting my life away, and Shannan and I grew apart after only living there for about 2 months, when one day, she left a note saying she would be gone for a week. So I was in the house alone. On the first night, I heard voices. I also heard the toilet flush at least a dozen times that night. I had a hard time falling asleep that night and woke up at about 4 AM to the sound of a woman humming. My eyes adjusted and I thought I saw a woman by my window. I jumped up and turned on the lights - nothing. The next morning I was showering when the bathroom door flung open, I screamed and grabbed my bathrobe and ran out of the house. I went to the downstairs neighbor and called my mother and spent the rest of the week at my Mom's house. Not too long after that, I moved out and straightened my life out. It was really freaky, and I still get goosebumps and nervous thinking about it. Brianna < fabulousbanana a hotmail com> Laurel, MD USA - Wednesday, June 27, 2001 at 12:39:24 (PDT)

I once happened to come out of my house at the dead of the night.I do not usually do that but this night was different I felt forced to go outside and when i did it felt very eerie then off to my right i saw a figure it was hooded and it was dressed all in black it's head was bent low but when it spoke it had a clear and distinct voice it said" beware of number 345".At first i did not understand and later i forgot all about it and the hooded figure never returned.Earlier this year i lost my job and money was tight so we struggled and we had to leave our house we moved into a run down house and the door number was 345 i suddenly remembered everything so before we moved in i researched into the house and found out that the house was built upon cursed land and the last owner had hung himself! So then i decided not to move in i think the hooded figure saved me alot of trouble. James Smith < tintern121berg a hotmail com> Houston, Texas USA - Thursday, May 17, 2001 at 03:35:41 (PDT)

back in 1989, i was half awake from a nap. All of a sudden, an invisiblr force was trying to suck me out of my body through my feet. I was terrified, and paralyzed with fear! It occurred to me to shout JESUS!!! and as soon as I did The force was gone and I was in a blanket of comfort. When I was arounf 3 or 4 years old. I was being babysat at this house. I creature, about my height, appeared and tried to get close to me. HE was covered with black fur or hair, had pointed ears and white sharp teeth. I became scared and angry with him and threw toys at him. He raised his hands to protect himself as the toys bounced off of his body. He also picked up toys and threw them at me. This wasnt a dream, I never woke up... just walked out. Phil Spades < philspades a hotmail com> USA - Wednesday, May 30, 2001 at 12:36:39 (PDT)

One night while laying on my bed thinking... the thought occurred to me that I was made of light. All of a sudden I saw a vision of a digital countdown. Some number in the thousands was counting down to zero so fast it reached zero in about 3 seconds. As soon as it hit zero, i felt myslef shoot up out of my body and go throught the ceiling. I ACTUALLY FELT the ceiling as i went through it. In an instant I went down through another ceiling and sat down on a chair... in the living room I had lived in a decade earlier! A woman was sitting there crying. I tried to say something to comfort her, but as soon as she saw me she became afraid. I was shining bright with white light and she tought i was a ghost. I shot back up through the ceiling, and back down through the ceiling to my original starting point... and back into my body. The strangest thing about the whole experience was that I could actually feel the ceiling material as i went through it. Phil Spades < philspades a hotmail com> Los Angeles, CA USA - Wednesday, May 30, 2001 at 12:26:03 (PDT)

In the summer of 1981, in Utica, NY, I laid in bed very restlessly. Suddenly I felt paralyzed and a sensation of a buzzing or vibration started at the top of my head and slowly worked it's way to my feet. My eyes were closed and in a panic to stop the feeling I tried to open them and sit up, but nothing would work. I was frozen....paralyzed! I was scared to death. When it stopped I sat up and was shaking and my heart was racing. I was scared to go to sleep after this so I spent the next few hours looking out the window and tossing and turning. I wanted to call and tell someone so I wouldn't be so nervous, but it was late and they would only think I was crazy. I also notice street lights and house lights go out around me quite often. Please write to me if this has happened to you so I don't think I am crazy. ldyhawk < ldyhawk a mindspring com> Ft Lauderdale, Fl USA - Wednesday, May 23, 2001 at 21:40:36 (PDT)

In my third grade year, one of my closest friends and his mother (my mother's best friend) and sister died on their way back from our childhood home, killed by a drunk driver. My parents and I attended his funeral in Dallas a couple days later. The day was clear, not a cloud to be found, no wind at all, and we had commented about the good weather earlier in the day. After the caskets were placed in the ground and the last bit of earth had covered his grave, a sudden strong wind blew up, stronger than any wind my family and I had experienced that was not accompanied with a strong storm or hurricane. The canopy that had been shading the burial site was actually blown over, despite the heavy wheels. This disturbed us very much as there had been no gusts of that strength anywhere else in the city that day, and none were reported later, either. Bunny < aikai07 a aol com> Corpus Christi, TX USA - Monday, May 07, 2001 at 19:08:22 (PDT)

This may be only an odd coincidence but it was also a bit freaky as well. My aunt's son died from unexplained reasons when he was 16, just dropped dead in the car of a friend. This happened in Henderson, Nevada, right outside Las Vegas. My aunt was inconsolable about her son dying and refused to clean out his room, leaving it just the way it was when he died. Almost one year later, a freak tornado ripped through Henderson, lightly damaging a neighbors home and completely demolishing my aunt's home, tearing off the roof in the process, then dissapearing as fast as it started. My aunt's two young daughters were present in the house during the onslaught but were only terrifed and left unhurt. However, the freaky thing was that the only room to completely vanish with all of it's contents was her dead son's room. It was the first and only recorded tornado in Henderson, Nevada. Like I said, it was an odd coincidence, but very strange none the less. Wilson Reese < wkreese a aol com> NC USA - Wednesday, May 23, 2001 at 18:28:13 (PDT)

Back in '79, I spent most of the summer hiking and camping by myself in remote regions of the Coloradan wilderness. One night, I found what was obviously a very old abandoned campsite and decided to sleep there. Sleeping very closely to the embers of the campfire, I was suddenly awoken by a vigorous shaking of my shoulder and a voice telling me to "go join the other campers". It made perfect sense at the time, and I exited from my sleeping bag in my underwear and starting walking in the pitch-black forest. I went several hundred yards before I realized with horror what I was doing. Turning around, I could barely make out the tiny light from my campfire. A few more yards and I would have been lost almost naked at altitude in the mountains - I wouldn't have survived the night. Two nights later I was nearby settling down to sleep by the fire when a tremendous blow struck me. I somersaulted clean over the fire and ended up a considerable distance down the slope. I had no bruises or obvious impact point on my body, but I have never been hit so hard or flung so far since. Tony Danis < wdmc_77 a yahoo com> Mountain View, Ca USA - Wednesday, July 04, 2001 at 20:13:38 (PDT)

This was back in the day probably 1994 or 1995 or so when my friend from 6th or 7th grade and I were messing around in an old reservoir near his home. It was a large concrete pit, empty of water, surrounded by brush and heaps of dirt and with a ramp going down into the pit which was about 20 feet deep, with sloped sides. A fence a bit farther on surrounded the whole place, enclosing it and making it great for messing around by kids like us. We were always a bit jittery when we went in there, because of the "no trespassing" signs and stuff, so we always took pains to wait for all cars to be gone before we hopped the fence in, etc. Once inside we'd build a fort, as kids do, or mess around and break all the junk people had left in there. Now for the weird part. This was after my friend and I had watched Star Wars one too many times and had convinced ourselves that the Force is real and that we can use it as the Jedi could. 6th graders, what do you expect. Anyway we were messing around in the reservoir one day, throwing some old boards around or something, when all of a sudden my friend and I stop, look up at each other, and both say, "run!" We dashed off to a large concrete pipe, about 30 feet long and 4 feet in diameter that someone had left in there, and hid inside. A few moments later we heard a helicopter approach, and fly directly overhead, so close that we could feel the rumble of the rotors in the air. That was totally weird, especially since we *both* seemed to have sensed it beforehand, and *especially* because we had believed we'd be able to do this. After a while I gradually forgot about this old "use the Force" belief of mine, and it faded to a childhood memory that I fondly recalled at times. I have not talked to this friend for a while, as we went to different high schools etc. but I still have his contact info and know where he lives, etc., and see him online occasionally. But recently it's come up, and now I begin to have renewed belief in my ability to predict *something* *somehow*. It was probably back in 1998 during my sophomore year in HS, I was at home sitting in my large chair trying to do homework at my desk, it was late in the afternoon and I was tired as hell so I started dozing off. I was probably just about asleep, and sorta drowsed in and out of consciousness for 20 minutes or so. Then all of a sudden, I snapped wide awake, eyes open, sat up, and then 1 second later the phone rings. I had not been expecting anyone to call. The weirdest thing was... I picked up the phone, and it was this same friend calling me, the one who I had been in the reservoir with, whom I hadn't talked to in an extremely long time!!! Weird. Now.... ? What happened? There are other minor things that have happened that I can recall, and they were much too complex and similar to each other to be coincidences. Hmm... Like I said, I haven't been able to shrug off the possibility that I can occasionally foresee upcoming events, although I don't know for certain what they'll be. I just seem to sort of sense that something will happen very soon, and then something does. Luke H. < redfive2001 a netzero.net> Oceanside, CA USA - Sunday, April 29, 2001 at 16:59:26 (PDT)

Now, I've read through all the stories on the sight, but I haven't yet run across anyone having a problem such as mine. When I was very little, I heard about four leaf clovers for the first time. I ran out back and told my grampa that I was going to look for a four leaf clover. "You can look until the cow's come home, but you wont find one" he said. It took me 20 minutes, but I found my first one and I went screaming around the house, "The cow's have come home!" Anyway, ever since that day, I've found alot of four leaf clovers. After a while, I could put my hand over a patch of clover, pass it over the patch until I felt my stomach tighten and feel queasy. At that point, I knew there was a four leaf clover and I would reach down and pick it up. One day, I had been standing at the door of the car, speaking to a friend, when I suddenly felt queasy. I stopped talking and told my friend not to move. "There's a four leaf clover down there" I said. Of course, he didn't believe me, so I bent down, picked the clover, and gave it to him. He thought I had seen it there before, but I hadn't. I felt it, but I never saw it until I picked it. I try not to go out looking for four leaf clovers anymore. I cant stand the queasy feeling (after being pregnant a few times, the thought of any more queasiness can make a person not want to bring it on unneccessarily). I also find that if I think about something, before it happens, I get that same stomach tightening feeling. I'll be sitting quietly, then I'll start thinking about the phone ringing and I'll feel ill in my gut. Then the phone will ring right after I've thought about it and I'll feel better instantly. It also happens during sporting events. If I spent enough time thinking about a certain racehorse, or my favourite team, and then wonder who will win, I'll feel ill, then I'll just know who's going to win. I really hated having this happen, so I try not to concentrate on anything anymore. Which leads to a total lack of concentration at all. I wonder if that part of my brain just goes to sleep when I make a conciencious effort to ignore it. Like I said, I dont like having any pain in my abdomain! But, dont think that I'll claim any psychic abilities. I can't tell anyone where their diamond earring went to, and I can't tell you that your uncle Ted, who died last weekend, says that the keys to his antique Mercedes are in the third drawer of his dresser. I can only tell you that the phone will ring, point out a four leaf clover, or tell you that my stomach says to bet on the number 4 horse. Not very interesting stuff. But still, I'd like to know why I get that stomach tightening feeling when this happens. Anyone else ever encounter it? Anyone else know how to make it stop? (besides my husband's suggestion that I take a few antacids). D.H. RTP, NC USA - Friday, April 20, 2001 at 15:08:21 (PDT)

I come from a small county full of small towns and most the surrounding county's are the same. Around here there is not much to do besides go out in the boondocks (middle of nowhere, woods) and soot guns drink beer fish or have a small party. Well, when I was in school there was a few spots we would go to hang out at. The one IM going to talk about is called the lost city. The reason it is called that is because it is what's left of an oil refinery that exploded 20 something years ago and it kinda looks like a city. It was left alone and never tore down and the woods grew up around it. We loved to hang out there because there where lots of places to climb up on tons of concert to tag and it was big enough that if you wanted to get some privacy you could. We had a lot of parties out there. Well three of us got broke of the habit of going out there by the events of one night. Me and two friends of mine Greg and Justin went out there to mess around and just hang out and see if anyone else showed up. We where sitting in the car BSing when Justin told us to hush. He said he heard someone talking in the woods. So me and Greg shut up and listened but did not hear anything. So we just sat there BSing some more deciding what to go do when we started to hear it again. It was not exactly talking more like mumbling and hissing sounds. We where sorta spooked but I thought I was just someone messing with us so I told Greg and Justin the same and they agreed with me. so we got out of the car and started walking around acting like we where tuff guys. We yelled and cursed and said it would take more than that to scare us that we knew they where out there. It did not stop though and we did not stop because of that. We where walking slowly toward the woods with my tire tool and some sticks when Greg saw something move. He stopped and said shhh.He pointed to where he saw the movement and we watched the wood line for more. We could still hear the sound and still thought it was friends of ours. While we where watching we started to see shadows moving around in the wood line. Justin told me to go turn the light in the car on so we could see them. So I walked back to the car and hit the lights. When I did we saw nothing and the sound stopped. That scared us but we where still saying that it was somebody and not something. We decided that it might not be someone we know and that maybe we should go, so we all got in the car and as i started to turn around so we could go the sounds started back up again. They where not any louder than the first time but we could see people moving all around in the woods and grass. At this point we where scared to death and i was doing my best to get the car turned around. The lights hit one of the figures and as it did we saw noting. It was like they where there but no there. We got the hell out of there and have not been back. We told a few people not many but i have been told similar stories of what people around here call the shadow people. John Sanders < Mrniceguy7921 a aol com> Atlanta, Tx USA - Friday, April 13, 2001 at 02:25:16 (PDT)

OK this will be short and sweet, There are demon living in the woods around where I live. I know this from first hand experience from seeing them. We have been calling the shadow people or shadows because that's what the look like. They look like either a shadow that hovers in air making a dark spot that looks like a cloud that shifts around or they look like a human but in the same shadow like appearance. We found them while we where looking for a place to drink some beer and hang out with a few girls that was with us. We went to a spot back in the woods where and old oil refinery once was and where goofing around when we saw them. My buddy saw them first and we watched them for a little while even though the girls where freaking and when they seem to grow in numbers we got scared and decides to go. If anyone knows what the hell those things where please write and tell me I would like to know. Personally I think they are demons. JOHN < DOOMOFWORLDS666 a AOL coM> ATLANTA, TX USA - Sunday, July 01, 2001 at 02:07:40 (PDT)

A strange occurance regarding dreams. In November of 1991 I aquired a classic 1977 Harley-Davidson Sportster (XLCR). I was absorbed in the restoration process which lasted about six months. During that time (in May) I had a dream in which I viewed a concrete block building. It was fronted on a two lane blacktop. The building had two overhead doors, one small, one large as well as a sevice door. I entered the building and discovered it was a repair shop. The dream ends. The following August I packed for an extended camping trip with no destination in mind. It was a great three weeks outdoors. I took my time on the last day returning home and avoided the Interstate instead using County roads which were unfamiiar to me. As I meandered down a two-laner, off in the distance, standing alone, was a vagely familiar sight. I slowed to take a look and there stood "Hoban's Cycle Shop". The same building I saw in my dream. I didn't stop. Fast forward two years. A flyer appear in the mail from Hoban's MC. I do not know how I got on their mailing list. I jumped on the scoot and followed the directions to the shop and introduced myself to the proprietor and explained the occurance. He was nice about it, found it interesting and invited me back. These dream events have happened several times. Different dreams, different places. Dave Hicks <escarpment a webtv.net> Milwaukee, WI USA - Monday, March 26, 2001 at 08:32:03 (PST)

Blue Ball of Light in my bedroom at 3:30 1988. Accompanied by a hissing noise, phased as if you were listening through a short tube. I was temporarily paralyzed and could not turn over in bed to look at it directly, but I saw the blurred reflection on the wood panneling. It was the size of a basketball. This Blue Ball of Light spoke! Hold your hands cupped in front of your mouth and say... "Hello... it is me! III..... aammm..... new." and that is what it sounded like. If you have had an encounter with an entity like this, you are definately not crazy and I'd like to hear from you. Thanks! Michael O'Connor Michael O'Connor <bluescarecrow a hotmail com> Phoenix, AZ USA - Saturday, March 24, 2001 at 23:05:27 (PST)

My father has often told the story of his fathers passing. Its been cooberated by his aunt to me personally. My father was 12 years old and living with his grandpa and aunts,because his mother had died when he was 3 giving birth to his brother and his father was in the hospital at volga,sd dying of colon cancer. each day they were with his father and each night one of the family would stay the night at his bedside in the hospital. In the early morning of jan 13,1928 about 5:30am, the clock in living room started bonging.It bonged more than a dozen times,at that time all the doors on the inside of the house flew open,and all the folks (my dad,his grandpa and aunts and cousin) sat straight up in bed wide awake. A few minutes later the phone started ringing,when they answered it it was my dads uncle Lute,who had stayed with my dads father at hospital,he had called to tell them that my dads father had passed away a few minutes ago.(at the same time as the clock bongs,doors and awakenings). At 6am that same morning the clock again bonged.....6 times.it worked perfectly after that for years. in the year before my aunt passed away.my father was cleaning out her old storage shed and found the clock. it was all apart and part of the casing was broke. my dad restored the clock and has it sitting in their living room.working perfectly. He still vividly remembers what transpired that day his father died,and the story has never changed a bit through the years,his aunt DID cooberate the story to me. i often wonder when he looks at that clock or hears it bong out the hour if he relives that moment in 1928. liz <dreamflyrr a yahoo com> mn USA - Wednesday, March 21, 2001 at 21:28:52 (PST)

Feb.2001.I was walking to the shop,and saw a friend's car coming towards me. She slowed down[10 m.away] and signed that she was turning into my street. I walked back to the turnoff, but she was already parked outside my place, about 6 houses down the street. I was really annoyed that she hadn't picked me up, as she knew I had a sprained ankle.I stood on the corner and watched her getting something out of the car. She waved and signed that she was going into my place, so I thought she was simply leaving something there; also she was wearing a new party-type dress so would be on her way to somewhere else. I didn't go back, I walked on and was surprised she didn't catch up with me. Next day I rang and asked why etc. ********She hadn't been within 10 km. of my place for a week, and does not own a dress like I saw.******* This isn't the first time something like this has happened, but I am devastated that someone knows about it. noname darwin, n.t. Australia - Monday, February 12, 2001 at 22:31:11 (PST)

I have a pet chicken, she lives in my house with me...no, that is not the weird part. Recently I have started seeing things out of the corner of my eye, moving around, sometimes very quickly. I have never seen anything straight on, and would make no claims on what I think it is, only that it is low to the ground, no taller that a cat. I do have a cat, and I will frequently see my chicken standing perfectly still, neck stretched out staring at the cat in an apparent attack position, although she has never hurt the cat. About the same time I started seeing the movement out of the corner of my eye, my chicken started assuming her attack position at thin air, like she could see something that I could not, and my cat started playing with "something", or someone that I also could not see. Other that being unusual, I didn't think much of it, until about four days ago I found hand prints on a waste basket in my bedroom. These hand prints are white and dusty, as if someone dipped their hands in flour and stamped them on the can. They are perfect human hand prints and there are left hand prints and right hand prints. Here's the kicker, the hand prints are no more than one inch high from the base of the palm to the tip of the middle finger. It is not a hoax, or a practical joke that someone played on me, no one else has been in my house. I am hoping that someone else has had a similar experience and can shed a little light on the subject. Beth <eupton a bellatlantic.net> Perkasie, PA USA - Sunday, October 01, 2000 at 21:28:06 (PDT)

as a child i lived in north minneapolis,we lived in an old duplex that was built in the 1920's.we owned the house and used both the upstairs and the downstairs.as a small child i slept downstairs in my parents room.and that is when i first saw them.i was sitting on my folks bed,it was in the morning,and the shades were pulled down yet and the door open.as i sat there a little brown creature came gliding in from the living room ,came into the room and went behind the bedroom door.i was shocked but i got up and looked behind the door ...nothing was there.a few months later i saw another one come out from under my folks bed and walk into the bathroom mirror.i told my folks about them but my mom told me i was dreaming.when i was about 8 or 9 i moved up to my brothers old room as he joined the army. i didnt like the idea of being up there,especially alone because i had seen those brown men go into the closet. my mom made me sleep there anyways.as i would lay in bed at night i would see these creatures coming out of and going into the closet,occasionally the would sit on the footboard of my bed and look at me. they never caused any harm ,just looked. but they terrified me!they seem to come and go about their bussiness like no one could see them.and would disapear in the corners.i kept my mouth shut about them because my mom didnt believe me the first 2 times and i didnt want people to think i was weird or nuts. when i was 12 we moved to another house in another town and i never saw them again. but i accidently mentioned them to my brother one day a few years ago and he described them to me before i could finish, he had also seen them in that old house and my mom told HIM he was dreaming also. then another eerie footnote to this story is i moved to a suburb of mpls and made a friend.she was about 10 years younger than me but we had kids the same ages,we were talking one night about weird stuff that has happened to us and she told me a story about when she was a kid she had seen these brown creatures that would come out of the corners of her room at night and they would stare at her ,but go about their business,it made my skin crawl.she described them just as the ones i saw. it turns out she saw them when she lived as a child in a house in north mpls,not the same one as me but several blocks over. the closest i can come to discribing these little men is, they looked somewhat like the brown mrs butterworths syrup bottles,with large eyes.they never harmed anyone that i know of, but it was scary just the same. beth <lakebetsy a yahoo com> mpls, mn USA - Friday, December 29, 2000 at 01:28:53 (PST)

One day something really freaky happened to me. I was about 6 or 7 and i was living in Canada. Well,anyway, i was lying in my bed trying to get to sleep when i rolled over on my side and i saw my dad. He was PERFECTLY still!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I said "dad" in a scared voice about three or four times and he didn't answer me and kept on staring into my eyes. I rolled over after and turned back and he was gone. No noise at all! In the morning i asked my dad if he was staring into my eyes and he said "no". Now im eleven Devin Myers <rubbyman a hotmail com> surrey, BC Canada - Wednesday, February 07, 2001 at 16:37:43 (PST)

My mother died about 10 years ago. One of my sisters lives with me and we planned on going to see John Edward (medium) last Friday, along with another sis who lives close. Was hoping that our mother would come thru. The morning we were leaving, my sister came and got me and told me the battery operated clock on the wall had changed time. Not just minutes, but hours. I kinda dismissed it. Went out of the room and she called me back and said it had done it again. I stayed in room with her and we were both saying "you didn't change that clock, like playing tricks on me". Neither of us had touched that clock. I glanced at the clock and it said 10:59; glanced at my sis and glanced back at clock and it said 12:00; we both looked at each other and looked right back at the clock, and it showed 6:30! We never saw the hands move, it just happend in seconds. We called another sister on the phone and told her about it. I got to thinking about what the numbers might mean, and it turns out the 3 sisters who were going to see John Edward were born in the months of 10, 12 & 6! The sister who we talked to on the phone was born in August, and I said "now all we need to see is an 8 or 7 (my brother's birth month) on that clock; well, I heard my other sister gasp; the clock now showed 8:45!!! If I had not been in the same room with my sister to see this I think I might be losing it. Got back from the John Edward seminar (mother did not come thru) and the clock was still "off". Later, my sister said "it's stopped running" and I went to look at it and sure enough the battery had died and the hands were both straight up 12:00. We put new batteries in it and tightened the hands (one was loose) and it is keeping perfect time now. I think my mother "came through" for us that monning because she knew she wouldn't get through to us at the John Edward seminar. Verrrrry strange! If anyone has had a clock experience like this, I would like to hear. Klaudya Callender <sunridge a bayou com> USA - Wednesday, November 15, 2000 at 17:53:38 (PST)

Has anyone out their experinced smelling an strong sweet odor that no one else can smell. The smell is over whelming and isn't present all the time. I can't explain it, (buT my feeling) it is aquainted to something evil. I have recently lost a job I have had for 14 years, for no real reason. I have noticed the odor in my old office several times. It is haunting because i will smell it for days then it will go away, but will come back again. NO ONE ELSE CAN SMELL THE ODOR. I HAVE BEEN INVOLVLED IN SPRITUAL WARFARE WITH A CHURCH GROUP. HELP!! Bruce B. <lt bertsch a msn com> EUGENE, OR USA - Thursday, October 26, 2000 at 17:45:56 (PDT)

once when i was little i went into a old house my mom saw a mirror that she really liked so she got it the next day i saw a small child standing in front of me i didnt know what it was at firstbut than i realized that it was a 4 year old kid he said his name was keven brasher than about the same time my sister screaned out my name and said there was a little girl in her bed than we told our parents and they put the mirror outside and my dad was citting the grass and the mirror broke and we never saw the strange visitors again todd and jennifer <stp5002 a aol com> helena, al USA - Monday, October 09, 2000 at 09:22:11 (PDT)

On a vacation to florida we were driving on a long barren highway in the middlee of a forest in th middle of the night. I was looking out the window and saw a minitor leading an army of skeleton horses noone else noticed but me h stared at me and raised his appox. 4.5M Trident at me to attack then faded away I soon learned a general was in the area and h was of the taurus Zodiac Mewhunter <Dark_master_master a hotmail com> Burlington, ont Canada - Friday, September 29, 2000 at 18:33:33 (PDT)

The 2-story house that I share with my family for 4 years now has been reported to be more than 100 years old. I have never felt comfortable in that house but any idea of it being haunted has never occured to me, much less, an unappealing thought. I have never been a strong believer in ghosts or any of the sort but whatever happened convinced me otherwise. As a former atheist, I am also now a true believer in GOD. If what I saw exists (I am CONVINCED they do) then there must be a divine being that created everything. My husband works swing shift and I always kept my kids close to me at night. My 7-yr old daughter, whose bedroom is upstairs, usually sleeps on the futon in our living room right outside our bedroom. My 14 month old son sleeps with me. Usually, without thought, I close the bedroom door. But on Aug. 8, 2000, we went to bed earlier than usual and I had decided to leave the bedroom door open. I was awakened in the middle of the night by a faint whisper,"Mommy"... I'm a light sleeper so I KNOW I was fully awake. Thinking it was my daughter asking me to pour her some water, I decided to gather some strength before I answered her. I layed there, on my back, unmoving. I saw a black figure (the exact same size as my daughter) standing at the end of my bed by my dresser, which is parallel to my waterbed. Its right hand was on the corner of the dresser and its left on the waterbed. "Mommy"...I was expecting to hear, "I'm thirsty"...nothing. I began to wonder if I was imagining things. The fan was on so I thought it could have been a factor to my hearing this. We turn the fan on every summer and I have never confused it with a voice before, so I ruled that out quickly. Then the figure slowly started toward me. "Mommy," it touched the waterbed with its left hand by my left foot. I felt the bed rise and fall as if someone had pushed down on it. I was still convinced it was my daughter so I instinctively looked at the alarm clock(on my dresser)to check the time before I got up to pour her some water. The time was 1:46 a.m. Still, I waited to hear the request for water...nothing. I looked back at the figure and it slowly started toward me again. It was tr aveling up from my feet toward my head. My eyes converted back to the alarm clock. The numbers became blurry from right to left as if someone had passed a sheet of glass over it. I then realized whomever or WHATEVER it was that was talking to me was now s tanding right in front of my face, between the clock and myself...and that I could see right through it!!! Right away, I knew it wasn't my daughter. I thought to myself, 'don't move and maybe it will go away.' I reached over with my right hand and started to feel for my son next to me, and couldn't feel him. I started to panic and worked up the strength to scream out my daughter's name 2 times(definitely not expecting OR wanting an answer from in front of me). Slowly, the figure started to fade away and the numbers on the clock became clear again. I jumped up and turned on the light. There was nothing by my dresser where the figure was standing. My son was missing; I found him sucking his thumb in the closet next to our bed. I scooped him up and put him next to my daughter, who was oblivious to all this, in the living room. He started to cry so I went to pour him some milk. I didn't feel afraid right away so I was planning to sleep on the futon with my children...besides my husband would be home in 7 hours. In spite of my effort to stay calm, my hands were shaking as I poured the milk. My teeth started to chatter and I was freezing with shivers running up my spine. I took that as a sign to get out of the house right away...my body was in shock...and I didn't even realize it. We took off to my sister's for the night and never returned without my husband again. We are in the process of moving right now. If you have any worthy explanation or study on wandering souls/spirits, please e-mail me. No offensive e-mails please. leigh <lilacs_77 a hotmail com> madison, wi USA - Saturday, August 19, 2000 a