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I know some have experienced this.. this is not a thread to make light of things we can't explain.. It's not a thread to bash someone for telling of an incident that happened to them that may be paranormal in nature..

This is for Discussion and Sharing if you have had experinces that are way beyond imagination even...

No making fun of anyone posting here, or challenging what they say.. We all know the mind can play strange tricks on you at times.. and whether it was a dream or reality no one can prove either way.. ..

From UFO's to BIG FOOT.. GHOST to STRANGE CREATURES LURKING .. I know more than one has had something happen to them or their family..


Will you dare posting and sharing.. ?
 

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I will start this rolling..

OUT OF BODY EXPERIENCES

I have had this happen twice in my life .. truth or fiction I have no clue but it happend..

I was hit by a pickup on my bike when I was about 9 years old.. As true as I am typing this I remember getting up, walking to the house next to me and ringing the door bell yelling for help,, then walking back and laying back down in my own body.. It was a real to me as anything else in life.

The second event was during this also.. in the Hospital I remember looking down on me on the operating table as they were working on me.. I was not near death as it was told to me, but did sustain a serious smack to my head as it took off the turnsignal of the 1953 Pick up that I peddled from a driveway onto the road in front of.. My fault completely.. ... and I guess I bounced down the road some.. go figure.. LOL

Unexplainable .. yes.. did it happen? I would take a lie detector test and have to say yes it happend just as I stated..
 

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I dreamed that a very large rock was coming at me at very high speed and there was nothing I could do to get out of it's way. Very frightful to say the least to a 14 year old to have such a night mare. Next day was Saturday and opening day of Pheasant season, my father and two brothers were on a flushing drive across a field, don't know if anyone has ever seen it but it's called chain or ball lightning, a large ball of lightning came straight at me and I could not move out of it's way, it passed at least 50 above my head but looked like it was going to hit me. Back to my dream it was a rock but it was spooky to say the least to believe you had a premenition in a dream that came true.



Now if I could just dream of all those on my LIST. ;D
 

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In 2007 just north of Freeman Reservoir in Northwest Colorado (just north of Craig) while hunting Elk and Bear during 2nd Rifle I heard a screaming like I had never heard before coming from way above me and it was getting increasingly louder over a period of about 2hrs seeming to be headed my direction. The "animal" seemed big by the noise but it is hard to say for sure. Anyone that has experienced a "Howler" Monkey knows what I mean. The best was to describe it is a Shriek like a person yelling or screaming but in one tone throughout the "call" as it faded at the end of the yell, kinda like you were outta breath. I stayed pu t'til dark to catch a glimpse of this thing but to no avail...I had a long walk out that night and I swear to you all that I was followed out to about a mile from the trailhead, but it may have been my own mind. I have spent a lot of my life in the woods and although I am not as familiar with western hunting as folks from there I still cannot tell you what that was. It seemed large and it seemd to be coming down the series of beaver ponds that are just north of the reservoir.

I have been across the world as a USMC Sniper and spent time in Jungles of South America as well as the African and Albanian "wilderness" and I can assure you that this night I was scared of whatever I heard. I walked out "at the ready" with my rifle in my hands.... Well that's my experience.
 

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About 3/4 mile from our old homeplace, where I still live, is a country church and graveyard started by my ancestors in the 1860s. One summer day my two brothers and I (ages running in the 12-15 range) were on our bicycles out near the graveyard. We all heard a noise and looked up. There was a tall pine tree a little way outside the cemetery fence, and out of the top of that tree a coffin was falling and breaking off limbs as it came down. We heard it hit the ground in the woods with a crash. In wild excitement, we rode them bicycles home and told Mama about it. We were so worked up that she did not doubt for a minute that were telling the truth. She got us in the car and drove back out there. We looked and looked, and never found a trace of anything. All three of us boys had seen and heard exactly the same thing. We still talk about that day sometimes.
 

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When i was about 15 years old my father and i were driving on a rural county hiway at about 3 in the afternoon when i looked down this vally that the road skirted. i saw a silver colored object come out of the valley. it was about a half mile away, it didnt look that big maybe three feet across and it was round. i thought it was a party balloon but it came up to a certain altitude and stayed till we went out of sight. it was a very bright silver i belive because i was looking east and the sun was starting to go down in the west. dont know what it was, never felt uneasy about it but the memory has stuck with me for all these years. just recently people have started reporting the same thing about 70 miles south west of where i live. i have saw swamp gas before and also this was in broad open daylight with out a cloud in the sky so i know it wasent ball lightning. i would really like to see this again just out of curiosity.
 

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Don't know what it was, but a friend and I were tossing a Frisbee around out in the street at night under the lights, crickets, frogs and other critters of the night were singing to their hearts delight. At the moment my buddy threw the frisbee the world went completely silent, no frogs,crickets nothing and then it was almost like a pressure air wave struck us, we could feel this "wave" go through us and it was gone in less than a blink of an eye, all things back to normal....gave me the creeps. Mr fixit
 

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I can add to this.

A few years ago my grandma and grandpa moved into an old house down in Angleton texas built in 1907, and supposedly the brother of the man they bought it from died there, but back in the 1860's it used to be a slave farm for cotton, the old cotton gin and well was still on it. The first night they were there, I went to go lock the french doors in the newly built room, which wasn't finished yet, and the locks weren't on the door, so we were just shoving a cylinder block in front of it to keep animals out at night. As I was shoving the cylinder block up against the door, I started to get up and when I stood up and looked out the door I was met with 2 piercing green eyes staring at me. I screamed a few explicit words and the eyes ran back to the guest house across from the main house. The figure was tall, had to be to be eye level with me standing outside looking at me through the door. Fast forward a few months I started living there. Frequently every night my grandma said she would wake up and hear footsteps, someone walking around the house when everyone was asleep, and would also constantly wake up and see a little boy standing in the doorway of the living room looking at her. One morning my mom woke up screaming, because someone whispered into her ear, "get up honey, its time to go to work" and she could feel the breath on her ear. One mid day I was helping to paint the living room, and I saw a black figure go past the window in the kitchen, and then walk back to the guest house. A couple of months after we were painting the living room, my grandma died, and then in february of 08 my mother died in the house. After she died it seemed like things calmed down, until I went over there one day to take her ashes home with me. Several months later me and my best friend spent the night there with my grandpa and bbq'ed, shot guns, and just had a good time. Later that night we were out looking for yodel dogs, and on our way back we saw these piercing red eyes coming from the guest house watching us, we ran back into the house as fast as we could. My grandpa finally sold the house when he heard all the glasses in the kitchen crash to the floor and a loud GET OUT!!!!!

My family used to hunt out in west texas as you know, very near to Fort McCavit, one night we heard battle drums and the battle flute. Not as weird as it could have been, but interesting anyways.

Here lately paranormal activity has started sparking back up in my house, nothing serious, almost poltergeist like but none the less weird things have been occurring.

EDIT: I need to clarify that the get out my grandpa heard was not the ghostly get outs you hear in the movies, but rather an angry man actually screaming GET OUT.
 

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Catherine, this is for you. True story. My wife and I used to visit her parents every Sunday. About 30 years ago we
were visiting them and my father in law got a phone call from the neighbor up the street to come up and see his old
stove he bought. Carl says to me, come along and see it. We go up knock on the door and Tony let's us in. His wife
Ermania was from Italy and a very sickly lady. She came into the kitchen in a robe and bedroom slippers and greeted
us in her very hospitable way. The guys then proceeded into the garage to look at this old stove. I really had no interest in it so I sat on his lawn tractor seat. Well I hear foot steps like those made from bedroom slippers on concrete. Kind of a shuffling scraping sound. Then I feel a hand pat me across the top of my back from right shoulder across to the left shoulder as I'm hearing the strange foot steps. Well I thought it was Tony's wife Ermania
so as the back pats stop and I still hear the foot steps to my left, I look to say "Hi" to Ermania and she is not there.
I mean nobody, no one, nada is there yet I still hear the foot steps heading for Tony's workshop just outback of the
garage. Carl my father in law looks at me weird cause at that moment I was flushed red he said. We leave Tony's
garage and start walking toward Carl's house. He says, "what happened in there?" I reply "not a thing". He says
bull crap, something happened, now what was it. I won't tell him so he stops and tells me we are not going another
step till I tell him. (cont'd)
 

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Well I finally tell him and he just nods his head. We get into his house and I'm really shook up. He and Beatrice, his wife start telling me about things at Tony's house that they know about. It seems that Tony and Ermania have identified the "ghost" as Ermania's grandmother from Italy. She had died shortly after Ermania's departure for the United States. She and Ermania were very, very close in her youth. It seems that where ever Tony and Ermania take
up residence the grandmother's ghost accompanies them. They hear dishes clatter at night. The TV would change channel all by itself. Ermania would make the bed in moning and go back into the bedroom and the bed was all messed up. They would go to bed and the covers would be slowly pulled off them. They both would smell cigarette smoke yet niether smoked. Her grandmother smoked before her death however. Carl and I went back up to Tony and
Ermania that night and told them what happened. Ermania was very apologetic but did say her grandmother's ghost
obviously liked me by the way she "greeted" me in the garage. There was a whole litteny of things that Tony and Ermania told me occured in their house no matter where they lived. They just learend to "live" with polterguist of
her grandmother. Sometimes she would get out of hand and they would have to yell at her in Italian and then it would stop for days or weeks but she always returned. The above is all true and told to you as it happened. Bob
 

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Back in the late seventies a lady that was my sister in law at the time used to tell me about hearing footsteps in the trailer she and her husband lived in. She was a threat to get off in the vodka so I played it off to that. She decided to go with him on a run in his 18 wheeler and asked me to feed her cats while they were gone. I was feeding them one afternoon and had to use the restroom. Sitting there doing my business and I hear footsteps coming down the hall. This was an older trailer with vinyl flooring so the footsteps were very clear. I thought it was them back early and called out to them and shut the door. No answer so I finished up my business and went to leave the bathroom. The footsteps started again and while I heard them coming I waited just inside the door with plans to jump out and scare them while they were trying to scare me. When the footsteps stopped outside the door I snatched it open and hollered " Hey !! " but no one was there. I never ragged her about the footsteps again.
 

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While working as a General Mine Foreman, pre-shifting the mine, I noticed the #5 hi-pressure fan was shut down and barricaded to protect it from fly-rock from the blasting in Rm 15 up near X-C 9 on the previous shift. Feeling full of oats and kind of strong, I figured I could push the barricade piece over. It was a 5 ft x 10 ft sheet of 3/16" heavy corrugated, galvanized from an overcast panel and was leaning on the rib over the fan. I pushed it once, no go. Pushed it a second time and noticed when I couldn't get it break over center and fall, it "bounced" off the rib. Using my brain, rather than my back, I started bouncing it and almost had it breaking past center, then the bottom of the piece started sliding on the sill. It came back towards me and the fan, bounced off the fan, and landed squarely on me. The piece weighed 750 pounds or a tad more.

The next thing I remember was waking up under the steel, feeling something warm on my legs and thought I had broken a leg or ruptured an artery. I blacked out again, and the next thing I remember was walking around looking for my brain bucket. I made it back to the crew room to line out my guys and about 45 minutes had passed. One of the guys asked me if I was okay, and I dropped into his arms. I woke up again, one hour into the shift.

Three hours later, while taking the Mine Supt. to the scene of the accident and explaining what had happened, we noticed the corrugated overcast panel was 20 feet from the fan. There were no tracks in the entry, other than those I made while looking for my hard hat. How the piece of steel ended up that far from where it had clearly knocked my a$$ in the dirt I will never know for sure.

I worked the rest of the shift out, but could hardly walk for the next day or two, and it was a week before I could lift my arms above my shoulders.
 

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Well I finally tell him and he just nods his head. We get into his house and I'm really shook up. He and Beatrice, his wife start telling me about things at Tony's house that they know about. It seems that Tony and Ermania have identified the "ghost" as Ermania's grandmother from Italy. She had died shortly after Ermania's departure for the United States. She and Ermania were very, very close in her youth. It seems that where ever Tony and Ermania take
up residence the grandmother's ghost accompanies them. They hear dishes clatter at night. The TV would change channel all by itself. Ermania would make the bed in moning and go back into the bedroom and the bed was all messed up. They would go to bed and the covers would be slowly pulled off them. They both would smell cigarette smoke yet niether smoked. Her grandmother smoked before her death however. Carl and I went back up to Tony and
Ermania that night and told them what happened. Ermania was very apologetic but did say her grandmother's ghost
obviously liked me by the way she "greeted" me in the garage. There was a whole litteny of things that Tony and Ermania told me occured in their house no matter where they lived. They just learend to "live" with polterguist of
her grandmother. Sometimes she would get out of hand and they would have to yell at her in Italian and then it would stop for days or weeks but she always returned. The above is all true and told to you as it happened. Bob
VERY interesting and I do believe in what you and others wrote here.

I will add a couple of stories here later on tonight or on Wednesday.

Thank you!

Catherine
 

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In 2001, I began having vivid dreams of a bad car crash. An explosion of glass in my face, the impact, screeching tires, etc. These nightmares continued and got more frequent. Eventually, I started have "flashes" of these dreams during the day...just split-second frames of a bad car wreck. They became more and more frequent.

One weekend, I was visiting family in VA (about 4 hrs away) and when we got there, we sat around the kitchen talking until late at night. Some how, we started talking about dreams. I told them about what had been going on and said "I think this means I'm going to die in a car crash." I was genuinely worried about what was going to happen.

About a week or two later, I got home from work...showered and got ready to meet some friends at a cookout. I was running late, so I was in a hurry. I hopped in my car and took off down my gravel hill. Pulled onto the paved road and remembered my dream. I stopped in the middle of the road and put on my seat belt. Less than a mile down the road, I was hit head-on by a drunk driver going 90mph. I almost died from a laceration to my heart. I had a collapsed lung, crushed ankle, and multiple contusions. My face, head, and entire left side of my body were sprayed with shattered bits of glass. The "explosion" I experienced from the impact was exactly like in my dream.
 

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My wife and I have both experienced "Ball Lightening" when we were living in the Phillipines. We were having a horrible thunder storm like only the tropics can have. Our house was built to be earth quake proof and were told to
get under the concrete reinforced steps leading upstairs from our lanai. Well we're huddled underneath thost steps just a hugging and holding on for dear life when every hair follicle on my body stands up. Next thing we know this
ball of lightening hits our macadam driveway and the clap of thunder was deafening. It hit the driveway several more
times with a LOUD clap of thunder each time. Finally it hit a high bank to the right of our house and stopped, but once again the clap of thunder was horrible. We were only about 75' away from each hit of the ball which appeared to be the size of a basketball. Something that my wife or myself will ever forget.
Bob
 
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To start, I am and American Italian. Both sets of my grandparents came from Italy and they did not speak a word of English. But, they were Americans after they came over so they only allowed their children to speak English. My uncles and aunts could understand Italian but could not speak it. When I was a boy, we would visit my grandparents during my father's vacactions. I could not understand a word from either of my 4 grandparents and used my parents, uncle and aunts to translate for me. One day while visiting, my brother and I were playing fastball. You had to throw a baseball the hard as you could and the other had to catch it. Sort of like baseball chicken. Who ever ducked or got out of the way lost. I remembered having the ball skip of the top of my glove and hit me square in the forehead. My grandmother was on the porch and saw the whole thing. I remember her coming down and asking me if I was OK. She was talking to me, asking me to sit, asking me if I was hurt. Stuff parents and grandparents do when the see a kid get hit or hurt. The funny thing is that I understood every word she was saying to me. Clear as day. I was even answering her questions. All of this was in Italian. I do not remember speaking Italian, but my brother told me I was speaking fluently to my grandmother and she spoke me in Italian and responded in kind. The last thing I remembered was her blurry face, then I woke up on the couch in the house with ice on my forehead. I was speaking english again and could not understand my grandmmother any more. I have never been able to speak Italian again, but my father still reminds me of that day.
 

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I used to work in Highland NY and there was a old stone house that had burned as much as it could . The house had a lot of stone carving on it John Wayne and other actors but also some weird stuff gargoyles and devils ! My wife and I stoped and took some picks and when we had them developed one of the devil pics had a downed phone line in front of it but the line dissapeared at the head an reapered past it ! The wife had bad dreams about it untill I burned the pics ! We never went back and always drove the long way around to work after that ! That house always gave me the creeps !
 

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I believe I get little signals from for lack of a better word ,my departed ancesters.Once a little blue butterfly woke me up from a snooze to find a four foot timber rattler inches from my foot.
Once a hornet drove me out of an old house we were demolishing seconds before the old stone chimney collapsed onto the spot I had just vacated.There are dozens more incidents,but these two are the most memorable.
 

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Several years ago, I had registered a bear bait site near Smoot, WY, in the spring. It was in a no vehicle part of the NAT Forest, near the Idaho border. One trail in and out. I would push a wheelbarrel full of goodies for the bait barrel, along this trail, which was 2 1/2mi to my bait site in a small valley. There was a smaill creek with beaver dams near the bait site, but no water on the trail leading there. The first morning that I put up the bait barrel, small trees came falling off the mountain edge to within 15yds of me. Gave me a creepy feeling. Something was moving around up there. Every 4 days I'd come back and fill up the barrel with apples, dry dog food, donuts, meat scraps and molasses. Every so often I hear some tremendous crashing through the brush and trees. Thought it was some bears hanging around, since the bait was getting hit. One morning, running late, the sun was just starting to come up, I started walking in with a large back pack full of goodies. About halfway in and walking around a bend in the trail, there it was, a beaver, dead but still warm, positioned on a large rock, right in the middle of the trail. The rock had not been there before. Had I not known better, I'd have thought that something/someone was offering me a gift. But who...or what?

For 3 weeks, 1 week before the season, and about 2 weeks into the season, something was hitting the bait barrel, then it stopped. I never saw a bear, and never saw a bear track. Soooo?
 
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