Paranormal Experience?

[Sinny91]

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A post of mine just brought to my attention over at INFJ,:

(These aren't in any order by the way)

I've had more experiences than I can recall, as I'm naturally forgetful.. But some experiences which stick out the most include:

A close encounter with a fully formed Bodach (shadow man).. Must have been about 8 years ago now. I was baby sitting my god son , I think he was like 3 at the time or something. We were alone in the second floor flat, I'd put him to bed and I was watching TV in the living room. After some time, I heard him awake and running up and down the landing between the his room and the living room. I picked myself up to go and put him back into bed, but when I exited the living he was no where to be found in the hall way. I assumed that he'd gone back into his room, so I popped my head round to check on him, but oddly, he was fast asleep. I found that weird but I shrugged it off. I went back into the living room and sat back down in front of the TV. Just a few minutes passed when once again, I could hear footsteps coming from the landing.. But these were heavier and rather distinct, they didn't sound like kiddie feet. By this point, I really didn't want to have check out the landing (hall way).. But I had too, being in charge an all... So I mustered my wits and popped my head round the door... lo and behold.. Nobody was there. This creeped the shit of me.. and so I retreated back to my spot on the settee, but I was frozen with fear. Over the course of a couple more minutes I just got this horrible sense that something was behind me, and that I should keep my eye's forward at all costs... but that horrible, nasty feeling didn't subside, it just increased.. Up until the point I could feel this presence right at the back of me. I couldn't stand the anticipation any longer so I bravely turned my head as near as 180 as I could.. and shit your knickers there was this whomping great black figure towering over me. I looked only for a split second, I immediately diverted my head back forward, closed my eye's and probably uttered a few hail marys lol... Took me a very long time to look back again, but the figure wasn't there anymore. I think I sat in that room cowering all night until my friend returned home. The figure it's self lacked detail.. But it's what you would expect a 6ft man in a black cape/hood to look like... Like a 'dementor' now that I think about it... As it happens, a number of paranormal events preceded that and followed it, according to my friend.

The once me and my cousin were sitting in my aunts house, we were both siting on opposite sides of the living room when we both saw a blue orb swooping in from the hallway, and circled the entire room - just the once, before it disappeared as quick as it had appeared. The action in it's self eliminated any possibility of trickery with the lights. Was a lovely, vibrant of shade of blue, about half the size of a golf ball.

I was at my friends last summer and we were all quite merry, drinking and singing to music, with about 8 of us sat round a large dining table. My friend put a song on in memory of her late father.. and even though we were all happy, she shed a tear or two, then WOOSH, a great dirty big black shadow swooped right across her.. I wouldn't have believed my own eye's if it weren't for her jumping up and saying "did you feel that?", and my other friend saying "somethings just come over you", lol. She's convinced that it was her dad.. But I dunno if I buy into that. I've seen a resident shadow man in here more than once, I wonder if it was him.

I've had the night terrors in the past, growing up. Closely related to the Bodach phenomena. You know when you're sure that you're not alone, but are too pussy to check it out? Well I'm pretty darn sure I felt little foot-steps on my bed the once too. These predate the instances I outlined above.

The once, about 3 years ago, I awoke from sleep in my own bed and in my line of sight was my bedroom window.. Only.. Two strange creatures could be seen. One was sitting on my window sill, whilst the other was 'phasing' or 'passing through' my window, from the outside, coming in... That's all I remember. if I was actually awake and seeing this (which is what it felt like), then I must have gone back to sleep. If I was asleep and dreaming this, then it was a dream.. But a fucking weird one at that... Now I'll tell you the crux. They looked just like LAM. I can't say for definite if this happened or not, but I can tell you that it fucking felt like it.

The once, I dunno about 6-8 years ago, my friend came round to visit but she had a pair of shiny red 'dolly' shoes with her. I don't recall the details but I think she said that she had been given these shoes, and that they were new. Anyway, she told me that she didn't want them because even though they are her size, red wasn't her colour, and she asked if I wanted them. Well, I don't wear dolly shoes, so I said "thanks but no thanks", and so she suggested that I chuck em out. I was like "yea no worries", and put them in our rubbish bag - which was quite full anyway , so I put it out for the bin men. She saw all of this... Fast forward about two weeks or something later, and me and the same friend enter my house from being out gallivanting somewhere... Upon entering my house she turns to me and says, "bloody hell Sin, if you wanted those shoes you should have just said, no need to pretend to throw them out" ..But I had no idea what she was talking about until she drew my attention to a red pair of dolly shoes sitting at the bottom of my stairs... Confused as fuck I went to inspect them. No doubt about it, they were the same pair. I assured my friend that I didn't retrieve them from the trash and that as far as I knew, they should be at the dump by now... We both laughed, and shrugged it off. I presumed my mom had rescued them from the bin or something, which I still found unlikely considering she's have to open the trash bag on the public walkway to find them.. but hey-ho, she wasn't there to ask. Me and my friend once more poked fun at their odd shiny ugliness, and then she watched me repeat the process of putting them in the bin and chucking them out... But the next fucking day they were back in my house, and she was there to witness it again... By this point we both shared a look as if to say FUCK THESE VOODOO SHOES - I grabbed them once more and we both walked a good mile down the street in order to dispose of them once more... Thankfully neither of us have seen them since... We haven't spoken about those incidents in years.. I must remember to ask her again where she got the damn cursed things from.

 

[Artsu Tharaz]

The other day, just as I was imagining seeing ghosts in my mind, my friend said he was freaking out because he was seeing ghosts. Could be purely psychological, but if ghosts are real then I think it was real ghost activity.

 

[Creeping Death]

I'm not a believer in the supernatural, I think most of what people experience has a pretty simple and real world explanation that they may not realize at first. Having said that, I'll share a weird story that still has me going wtf.

This was a camping trip in the desert at a national park in the southwest. I was alone, which I usually am when camping. I tend to go off the beaten path, maybe a couple miles, this doesn't seem far but not too many people venture out that distance, especially in an area this remote.

I set up camp a couple miles off from a trail. It's maybe 50 yards from a rocky crevice that dips down 30 feet or so and into a canyon. Just me, my tent, some food and my S&W 686 revolver in 357mag. There are coyotes out here who may not be too dangerous on their own but when in packs they get a bit curious, there is also the occasional mountain lion.

I got decent sleep for being in a tent, woke up around 4am. Nothing out of the ordinary except for coyotes being a little obnoxious off in the distance. I go out for a small trek when it's still mostly dark, I'm not gone for long when I return to camp. I'm a couple hundred feet away when I look down and see a blue and white knit beanie, the kind with tassels on the sides. I didn't notice this when leaving my campsite, so I look around for a minute and say 'hello'.. I reach down to pick up the beanie when I hear a faint 'hello?' off to my left, it's coming from the edge of the small canyon.
I quickly make my way over there, it's still pretty dark out. When I approach the rocks at the edge I say, 'hello, you alright?' And then I hear a clear 'please, come help me'. Holy shit, this was a child's voice. I throw my pack down and say 'are you hurt? Hold on ok' and start to lean over the edge when a few things happen. I hear 'please, come help me' in the exact same way I heard it the first time, some volume, tone, everything. It's like someone played a recording of the first time. I froze because that was so fucking weird. But I leaned over to try and see where this person was when I got a whiff of the most foul stench, just like rotting flesh on a hot day. That's when I saw movement down there, like a figure I couldn't quite make out, but too large to be a child. I slowly backed away, and grabbed my 357 when there was scraping and scrabbling like someone was making it up to the edge and I hear the same 'please, come help me' again. I sprinted, leaving my bag and dashing past my campsite, I made it to the trail eventually, with the intention of finding another camper or hiker. But it was still pretty early. After the sun was up for a while, I hike back. I draw my gun as soon as my tent is in view, look around, my pack is still at the edge. I cautiously approach, look over and there's nothing out of the ordinary. So I quickly grab my bag, pack up my tent and gtfo.

I realize it could have been kids or tweakers trying to fuck with me, but that's far for anyone to go just to do that, and I'm still wondering about the smell, and why my bag or tent wasn't fucked with.