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My tagging system:
All posts that report paranormal experiences are tagged as “statement”, all other posts are tagged as “not statements”.
If the person who has experienced them is posting it, that’ll be “statement from first hand source”, if not, “statement from second hand sources”.
All statements will have a theme of what experiences they discuss, I will tag that “theme: [blank]” with the blank being what the theme is.
I don’t date statements, as the date they were reported is evident by the post date. I will also tag posts with the blog they came from if there’s multiple by the same blog.
If you have experienced something paranormal, supernatural, etc, and would like to add your statement, please send it as an ask! Thank you!
Statement copy and pasted from another source: Original post here
Statement originally posted: February 25, 2010
Information on statement giver: MRROCKET1 (username) Steven Harman (name), male
Back in the day, during my 4th & 5th years at Langley Park School For Boys in Beckenham, Kent, a huge kind of obsessive fixation developed around a physics teacher, the late Mr Edward Dalby - a large bodied but mild mannered man, whose appearance bore quite a close resemblance to the actor Bryan Moseley, who played Alf Roberts in 'Coronation Street'.
Throughout those two years myself and group of like minded individuals held a relentless preoccupation with Dalby graffiti, cartoons, jokes, slogans, songs adapted from records from the time, and the like. On one occasion I was watching 'It Shouldn't Happen To A Vet' when a character was addressed as "Mrs Dalby", not quite believing my ears I immediately scanned the programme listing in the 'Radio Times' and then franticaly telephoned another Dalby 'enthusiast' saying "Quick watch 'I.S.H.T.A.V' - there's a character in it called Mrs Dalby!" Well, you get the picture, schooldays are meant to be the best years of your life, well the Dalby days were certainly some of the best of mine.
Quite recently, on having just exited The Record And Tape Exchange in Berwick Street in Central London, I noticed diagonally opposite what appeared a newly opened, old style cafe, door in the middle with net curtained windows on either side, with an eye catching bright red painted frontage and in blue letters a sign which read 'DALBY'S CAFE'.
This of course instantly brought back a wave of nostalgic memories from the old Langley days as all manner of Dalby connected joviality and amusements etc ran through my mind,
I paused on this for a couple of minutes thinking amongst other things how much of a conversation piece it would have been had it been open back in those days, and then went on my way not giving the matter any further thought.
However, on I returning to Berwick Street, a week or two later, I found much to my surprise and bemusement, that inexplicably, Dalby's Cafe was no longer there !
Naturally being somewhat dumbstruck by this I decided to try and follow the matter up.
I made enquires in the two shops - one of which the cafe was standing in place of, these being The Berwick Street Cloth Shop and the one to it's right (I can't remember exactly which of these it was, though probably the Cloth Shop) explaining to them what had happened and asked to whether their frontages had made up in this way as a film set, this being the only plausible explanation I could think of, but this was denied by all the people I spoke to.
None of the stall holders I asked in that part of Berwick St had any knowledge of a cafe by that name, there is no mention of a Dalby's Cafe in recent editions of the Yellow Pages, and most intriguing of all, Westminster City Council have no record of having having issued a catering licence to, or having a business by that name on any of their registers.
Although there is a 'Dalby's Cafe' in Margate, I contacted them with this account and they confirmed that they had no other 'branches' in the London area and had never heard of another cafe by the same name.
The only thing that was a little odd about the place was that despite its new looking appearance, I remember sensing that it did seem to have a subtle kind of 'deadness' about it, a kind of unused feel, similair to how it would be if it were closed (which of course it may well have been and there's nothing out of the ordinary about that); but other than that it was by no means in any way 'other worldly'.
I would like to point out that I was not drunk, under the influence of any kind of drug or in any way mentally fatigued at the time of this experience.
This does bear some resemblance to an experience that happened to a group of holiday makers from Dover traveling to Spain through France back in 1979. They had stayed the night at a curiously old fashioned hotel just outside of Montilemar had had been charged an outstandingly low bill for their visit. As they had liked the hotel and it's unbeatable bargain cost they decided to book in again on their return journey, only to find that the hotel had completely disappeared. A detailed account of this can be found on page 413 of the 'Metaphysics, Psychology and Psychic Phenomena' section of this site - entitled '20th century guests stay in 19th century hotel'.
So far the whole thing remains a complete and utter mystery and not surprisingly, noone I have spoken to about this has been able to shine any light on the matter.
If only I had troubled myself to take a look through the door window or maybe paid a quick visit to sample it's menu, I wonder exactly what I would have found ?
Statement originally posted: November 5, 2006 (date the gathered accounts were posted)
Information on statement giver: N/A (accounts gathered by poster, not their own)
“I was reading some stories about Black-eyed people, children & just wanted to know if anyone has encountered these people before. If you have encountered them, are they malevolent? Did they try to harm you? What was your experience?
Below is some of the stories I've read about. Interesting to say the least!
Black-Eyed Waitress
First, I just want to say that I have never been a believer in the supernatural, paranormal, etc. I think that everything has a logical explanation that maybe only seems "bizarre" because of a certain kind of over excitement that many people have about "an experience from the other side," or what have you. There is absolutely no explanation for what I'm about to share with you, and it absolutely scares the crap out of me. Just recounting this is giving me a really creepy feeling that I don't think I'll be able to shake, maybe ever.
About three years ago, I was sitting in a local coffee shop in upstate New York during a little road trip. The restaurant was empty except for me and the night waitress. She was really pleasant and talked a lot; she was offering places to check out while I was in town and seemed amazingly astute. In fact, she seemed almost prescient, even guessing my age almost to the day and month and even certain things that I was actually planning to do the next day. It was so light-hearted, I thought I really lucked out by meeting a easy-going, smart young lady quite out my my normal way.
At closing time, she went to the back to, I guess, put some cash in the safe or something. As I was sitting there wondering what time I wanted to get up and hit the road again the next day, I momentarily thought I might even invite her for a few hours of "R&R." I decided instead to just remember the store and next time I passed through the area, to remember to stick my head in a say "hi" (no reason, I just wanted to play it cool and not seem overanxious at very first).
So, I got up and knocked on the door in the back of the coffee shop where she went in. At this time, there were only two dim lights in the main eating area, and barely any lights in the back room where she was. I opened the door. This woman who I just finished talking to was standing facing me, JUST STANDING THERE in the back of this dark room when I opened the door. Her skin was suddenly a clammy, cracked olive color, and her eyes were just BLACK. I mean, no white at all. Her eyes and mouth was open really wide, and she was screaming in the most spine-chilling sounds, something I couldn't understand, but it definitely wasn't sounds of goodwill.
I literally SCREAMED myself, and she started moving from one spot to the other through the room. Not running, just MOVING. Her clothes now looked all old, and she moved so fast; the back of the room must have been 15 feet or so back, and she just DARTED from one side of the back of the room, still facing me, to the other side, at an IMPOSSIBLE speed. Then she ran directly straight at me as I was now standing away from the door in the middle of the restaurant.
I got the hell out of there, and jumped in my car still seeing her nightmarish face in the restaurant, darting it seemed to every window at this impossible velocity. The worst thing was, as I tore out of the parking lot ... I looked in my rear view mirror ... and she was SITTING IN THE BACK SEAT, still with that nightmarish expression, still screaming. Then she just vanished as I was panicking around. Just gone. I don't know what that was that spoke to me in the restaurant that day, but I know that it wasn't a prank. I swear at night sometimes I see her shadow moving in the dark in my room, just grinning a really ugly, evil grin. I haven't slept properly since.
Black-Eyed Children - Knocking at Your Door
Adele was at home when she had her experience with the beings. More unnerving, perhaps, they were small children. "I was sitting in my bedroom reading a book," Adele says, "when at about 11:00 p.m. I heard a knocking… a slow, constant one. I got up out of bed to see what it was. I looked out of the window and to my surprise saw two children. I opened the window and asked them what they wanted at this time of night. They replied by saying simply, 'Let us in.' I said no and asked what for. 'We want to use your bathroom.'
"I was quite shocked that children of about 10 years old wanted to use a stranger's bathroom at this time of night. I told them no, closed the window, but looked at them through the glass. I glanced at their eyes... and I have never ever seen eyes like them. They were black, completely black. I got the feeling of evil and unhappiness. It surrounded me. It was horrible."
Black-Eyed Airline Passenger
I retired in 1999 and a few years before retiring, crews were needed to man domestic flights. In reality, I only flew international, mainly to Asia. I was the senior crew member and the flight destination was LaGuardia, N.Y. It was a turn, meaning flight "6" was "7" on the return. The layover was to be about an 40 minutes.
It is customary to be briefed by the captain on weather conditions, their meal preferences and flight time. I offered pre-flight beverages. Making coffee with cream, and getting two cans of coke and Aqua for the other two pilots, I squeezed past two passengers getting off the aircraft. I glanced up just in time to see a late arriving passenger, noting his well-appointed leather jacket, pants and shoes all were nice complimentary shades of brown. His haircut was in the European cut with tendrils on the nape, instead of the precise American haircut. I froze as I looked into his eyes. They were black in entirety. He looked European or a light Arabian. I don't remember seeing the white part of his eyes. I sniffed hard in fear and told the pilots as I gave them their drinks, "We got a weird one on board, sir." Macho old captain lolled around and said, "Is he bothering anyone?" "Negative!"
Here comes the cutesy blonde who had been taking tickets. She puffs, "We're full, and by the way we got us a weird one, with green eyes on board and he asked who was the chief flight attendant. Meanwhile, the gal in the back was making coffee, etc. and her final pre-flight is to give me an accurate count of passengers. I noticed as she gave me the information of two empty seats -- meant full minus two passengers, no babies. She was tight-lipped and pale white looking, no color what soever in her face. She then announced there's a man in..... I added "6F" and she answered, YES!! He has the strangest blue eyes!
The cockpit door closes and we are latched down for departure. I give the safety announcements and I am noticing that the fourth girl keeps looking back at me and she is trembling. I finish and she returns to sit with me on the jump seat. "That man is very scary, I am so afraid."
I was very frightened too, ready to pee my pants. I laid my arm on the door ledge and watch out the porthole and wondered if we would survive this trip. The feeling was unanimous with the other girls and we were on total edge. I was pondering why each of us thought his eyes were a different color. I didn't like this. We were spooked to the ninth degree. I told the captain, something isn't right about this man. It was then we realized that the passengers who had seats next to him had gotten off the flight. I MADE the girls do the breakfast service and told then, do nothing else but remain on high alert and stay in the back. New York flights are very noisy flight; this day there was absolute silence. Nobody rang for us. There was a great sense of doom.
We were so distressed that the Captain put on his hat to come out for a look. That passengers closed his eyes and appeared to be sleeping. We landed without ado and matter of fact, the airplane emptied in world record time about 2-3-minutes. This man was coming and the Captain was saying goodbye. I refused and hopped back into the galley. I whispered, "Here he comes and I watched the Captain as all the color drained from his face, when the man passed out the door.
The captain said, WOW...whoa that was a strange man! I said, "Captain, he's not through with us. He's coming back on our flight and if he does, I'm off this flight right now!" Captain pooshed that and, sure enough, I followed at a not-too-close distance to see where that man went. I didn't see him. I sat down in the boarding area behind a pillar and waited, because I saw his bags, one on the floor and a hefty one on the seat and it was wide open with all kinds of camera, radios and other quite sellable items, if stolen... nobody touched that bag.
Momentarily, I saw him coming and he got RIGHT IN LINE for a return trip to Chicago. I flew to the phone and informed the passenger agents that this man just came in on our flight and no way should he be allowed back on our flight. If he was, I was outta here! I won't tell of the steps taken to prevent him from the return, but we were on edge until the doors were latched down and we were taxiing into take-off.
I never forgot him, and when 9/11 occurred and one of the gals who registered the pre-hijackers for flight lessons, I realized that when she said, one of them just gave her the absolute creeps... his totally black eyes freaked her right out, I knew in my heart, there went THAT MAN into the twin towers with a dear in flight friend of mine. Now all were dead. Now I know that some of the terrorist were coming into our country from Canada through Maine and I saw that on his ticket.”
Statement copy and pasted from another source: Original post here
Statement originally posted: May 9, 2025
Information on statement giver: Openozy (username), male
“I was driving the backroads in Western NSW in the 80's looking for pig hunting spots. I turned onto a small road and there was an old guy hitching with his kelpie. It was very remote country and as I hadn't seen another vehicle in an hour so I thought I'd give him a lift. I pulled over about 20m past him but when I looked back he wasn't there. Thinking he'd changed his mind and gone back into the scrub I drove off. I decided to try an area about 70km's away and when I got to the new spot I turned onto another small track. The guy I stopped for 70k's back was there, with his dog, hitching. I pulled up next to him, mainly to ask how he'd beaten me there and when I did he just gave me a psycho like smile which told me to get out of there fast. I got back on the main road and headed back towards home in Sydney and about 100kms later this guy was on the main road hitching. I sped past and kept heading home. There is no possible way he could have got to these spots before me and I've always wondered what or who he was but the paranormal is always like that.”
Statement copy and pasted (+translated) from another source: Original post here
Statement originally posted: January 16, 2024
Information on statement giver: Camilo H. Ferreira Baeta (username), male, from Brazil
“Good morning/ good afternoon/ good night !!! BRAZIL 15h20min January 16, 2024
I wanted to share a very strange experience that I've been having a lot lately.
These times I was having "dreams" about a version of mine of another reality, where some things were the same, places, where I lived, however, my personality was another, less tolerant, darker, in it I was very bad, a version totally different from my current one. Because it was dreams I didn't give much about it, I saw the things I did (as if I saw through the eyes of this version) and I was scared, because I was aware that it was horrible, but I looked as if I was doing it, but it wasn't, I tried to stop it without success, as if I were wearing VR glasses.
For some time now, more precisely since 2018, I've been having visions like this, but AWAKE, I'm doing something like playing or watching series, talking to someone and this vision of it already comes, people have been scaring me for that, and what accompanies now is also being able to predict some things, simple things, such as lines, situations, places.
I foresaw a friend eating something he won from the service, at the time I warned him and he didn't care, he then really won something to eat (snack) at work (I warned him it was about 10pm and at 6am the other day he sent me a message warning that he won something and ate, ended up getting sick, how did I guess that...
I have some of these conversations saved.
I foresaid of a friend that she would travel outside the country and would meet a person well before it happened, I told her, 1 year later it occurred that she decided to get a passport to visit Portugal and there she ended up meeting a person who later did not work out. She also signalled this to me.
But what has really been scaring me is the fact that occurred today, at 3:20 pm on January 16, 2024, I was watching the AMAZON PRIME series, and out of nowhere came the vision of my version (my self) of another reality reaping my brother's life and hiding his body, people asking if I had seen him and my version of that reality saying that he decided to leave, leaving him alone there. People taking it as a truth, and this DAMN version of me had ended him by a discussion that I don't know what it was about and warning him with something I couldn't see (as if I realised that I was going to do something with him and closed my eyes) I opened and he was already fallen (I see it as if I were wearing RV glasses) and he digging the masonry bed and burying it there, closing it with cement and putting a wooden top and a mattress on top in a double bedroom, which would be In this case, my parents' room in that reality... it's something very surreal and difficult to deal with, out of nowhere after that, like a time jump in a few days people asking about his brother and he naturally making excuses as if he had gone out to travel something like that, and the brother was there under everyone's nose.
It was a horrible experience, to the point of wrapping my stomach, as if here where I am now was his body, I could smell something bad exhaling on the spot.
This has become more and more frequent, seeing this bad version of me, and there are more, not only this one, but other versions of people I love dying in some way, such as walking on the sidewalk and being run over, or caressed, so much so that when I am currently walking on the street or doing anything else I keep watching everything, as if I could see all the possibilities of accidents and deaths at that moment, taking care of myself as I can.
The difficult thing is that I see these people leave this for the better almost always, in a different way every time, this is hurting me a little, because there are times when, for example, I even see myself dying in some situation, like, I'm crossing a street, I see my other version doing this and being hit by an uncontrolled truck and dying, and at that moment I see and say: - Damn, another of mine from another reality died exactly here in such a way...
I wanted to know if there are more people with these things happening around the world, to see if I'm alone in this or really going crazy...”
Without translation:
“Bom dia/ boa tarde/ boa noite !!! BRAZIL 15h20min 16 de janeiro de 2024
Queria compartilhar uma experiência muito estranha que ando tendo muito ultimamente.
Esses tempos estava tendo "sonhos" sobre uma versão minha de outra realidade, onde algumas coisas eram iguais, locais, onde morava, porem, a minha personalidade era outra, menos tolerante, mais sombria , nela eu era muito ruim, uma versão totalmente diferente da minha atual. Por se tratar de sonhos não dava muita bola pra isso, via as coisas que eu fazia ( como se eu visse pelos olhos dessa versão) e me assustada, pois tinha consciência que era horrível, mas eu olhava como se fosse eu fazendo, mas não era, tentava impedir sem sucesso, como se tivesse usando um óculos RV.
De uns tempos pra ca, mais precisamente desde 2018, venho tendo visões assim, porem ACORDADO, estou fazendo algo como jogando ou vendo séries , conversando com alguem e ja vem essa visão disso, as pessoas andam assustando comigo por isso, e o que acompanha agora tambem é conseguir prever algumas coisas, coisas simples, como falas, situações , locais.
Previ um amigo comendo algo que ganhou do serviço, na hora avisei ele e não deu bola, ele depois realmente ganhou algo pra comer ( lanche) no serviço ( avisei era umas 22hs e as 6hs do outro dia ele me mandou mensagem avisando que ganhou algo e comeu, acabou passando mal, como eu advinhei isso...
Tenho algumas dessas conversas salvas.
Previ de uma amiga que iria viajar pra fora do pais e iria conhecer uma pessoa bem antes de acontecer, falei pra ela, 1 ano depois ocorreu isso dela resolver tirar passaporte pra conhecer Portugal e la ela acabou conhecendo uma pessoa que mais a frente não deu certo. Ela tambem me sinalizou isso.
Mas o que realmente anda me assustando é o fato que ocorreu hoje, as 15:20h do dia 16 de Janeiro de 2024 , eu estava vendo a serie da AMAZON PRIME, e do nada veio a visão da minha versão ( meu eu) de outra realidade ceifando a vida do meu irmão e escondendo o corpo dele ,as pessoas perguntando se tinha visto ele e a minha versão daquela realidade dizendo que ele resolveu ir embora, deixando ele sozinho la. As pessoas tomando como uma verdade, sendo que essa MALDITA versão minha tinha acabado com ele por uma discussão que não sei do que se tratava e avertando ele com algo que não consegui ver ( como se eu percebesse que iria fazer algo com ele e fechado os olhos) eu abri e ele ja estava caido ( eu vendo como se tivesse usando um oculos RV) e ele cavando a cama de alvenaria e enterrando la, fechando com cimento e colocando um estrado de madeira por cima e um colchão por cima em um quarto de casal, que seria no caso o quarto dos meus pais naquela realidade... é algo muito surreal e dificil de lidar , do nada depois disso , como um salto temporal em alguns dias as pessoas perguntando do irmão e ele naturalmente dando desculpas como se ele tivesse saido pra viajar algo do tipo, sendo que o irmão tava ali de baixo do nariz de todo mundo.
Foi uma experiencia horrivel, a ponto de embrulhar meu estomago, como se aqui onde estou agora estivesse o corpo dele, podia sentir o cheiro de algo ruim exalando no local.
Isso tem ficado cada vez mais frequente, ver essa versão minha ruim, e tem mais, não so essa, mas outras versões de pessoas que amo morrendo de alguma maneira, como por exemplo andando na calçada e sendo atropelada, ou afagada, tanto que quando estou atualmente andando na rua ou fazendo qualquer outra coisa eu fico observando tudo, como se pudesse ver todas possibilidades de acidentes e mortes naquele momento, me precavendo como posso.
O dificil é que vejo essas pessoas partirem dessa pra melhor quase sempre, de um jeito diferente toda vez, isso esta me prejudicando um pouco, porque tem hora que por exemplo, vejo ate eu morrendo em alguma situação, tipo , to atravessando uma rua, vejo minha outra versão fazendo isso e sendo atingida por um caminhão descontrolado e morrendo, e nesse momento vejo e falo : - Caramba, um outro meu de uma outra realidade morreu exatamente aqui de tal forma...
Queria saber se tem mais pessoas com essas coisas acontecendo pelo Mundo , pra ver se estou sozinho nessa ou enlouquecendo mesmo...”
Statement copy and pasted from another source: Original post here
Statement originally posted: July 23, 2020
Information on statement giver: Divasnana54 (username), from Powell, TN U.S.A
“I'm hoping like others that come here, I am looking for help. For an answer and a solution. My problem started about 2 years ago. The first time I was cooking during the day and felt a finger poke me in my behind. I turned expecting a grandchild's face..nothing there. Maybe a week later my dog perked up in the floor where she was sleeping. I heard as well while reading from my cell phone.
I know this will sound weird because my family and friends don't know how to react to my telling them. I could see what I would think if a visible human were crawling into the bed towards me. I could see but could believe it and a paralyzed state. Not moving and saw the go in as if hands and knees. This invisible, and again with a finger or so it felt like poking me in the behind. I jumped and screamed and this DARK black being that looked like a man with no eyes. He seemed frightened at my fear and sprang up from the foot of the bed to a corner on the ceiling. Of course scared, I moved to the office/third bedroom.
Every night for the next 8 months my Border Collie would start barking with her hair standing up. Most all nights she would focused above my husband in his recliner. She did this every night for about 8 months even if my husband wasn't at home. Then this last Thanksgiving my daughter was in my room visiting and she notices a frisbee size gray spot ( I'll try to get a picture attached.) I had never noticed right above where my head lays down to sleep. Strange to me. There is crack that's been there almost 15 years. It doesn't seem to be a water stain. Anyway, I started noticing something lightly touching me from behind while I read before bed. My intuition told me that whatever was happening, this thing has sexual feelings if it has feelings. I would now fast forward to present and for about I would wake up....I think it would wake me up somehow and there in darkness of my room right above me was a softball size thing and as I've read here, it was blackest black I've ever seen.
At first I tried clearing my eyes as if it wasn't real. It's there alright. I haven't figured out if the shadow man and this now 2 years later black blob are the same because the shadow man also seemed to leave me with feeling of sex. I wasn't too scared just really wondered why this is happening. It explains a lot about the sad and unlucky events in my life during the last 2, years. Every night for about 2 weeks it kept bobbing above then starting coming too close to my face so for a week now I have slept with the lights on. I don't think that has been necessary since I was a small child.
Also wanted to mention with negative circumstances in last 2: years it seems that things like violence extreme behavior from me, my husband of 37 years and our adult son who lives here. The dog is sadly traumatized from all that's occurred. I meant to mention about 8 months before Thanksgiving 2019, my dog was quiet until also about month ago when the black blob appeared in my room. She doesn't seem to notice when it is attached to me which I find odd. Does that mean there is more than one entity here? I've seen it in the daytime and because my son and husband don't believe me I feel like pardon the expression,turned up the heat. Now, even with the lights on it's as if it waits for me in my room on the ceiling possibly around the gray spot. I don't see it so far with leaving the lights on but it's really touching me. I feel like I am feeling some kind of tentacles on the back of my neck.
I realize how insane this sounds but I'm so desperate for a solution I'm just throwing it all out in public. Somehow I'd love to find out if I'm imagining this whole thing but I feel really heavy. Heavier than too much Christmas dinner,in my lower stomach area. Right now, I had to get out of my bed because I think it's trying to stop me from writing for help. I can feel something wrapping around both of my legs. My hair,the strange feeling in my neck, and yes it is inside me. I can absolutely feel it move around as if I'm pregnant. I'm not even in bed but im in the office chair.
I tried sleeping with my husband (we're old) and as he watched TV, it appeared as the black blob and got much larger above my head and was light gray then back to darkest black. My husband looked and it disappears so he saw nothing. I try not to have fear because I feel it likes negative energy. I will also add that as a Christian with a very open mind I feel like I brought here. I don't drink. No drugs. I've tried a sage smudge stick praying in Jesus name. I've asked believing friends and so far I'm physically uncomfortable my family thinks I'm crazy and sleepy. I don't close my eyes comfortably until daylight. I'm going to stop. I'm sorry this is so long. This is the short version. PLEASE if anyone has suggestions I'm open to listen. It's on my head at this moment making it tingle. I hope someone else can relate because I may end up in an asylum.”
Statement copy and pasted from another source: Original post here
Statement originally posted: May 9, 2024
Information on statement giver: N/A
“I can not prove what I am about to post, because while the effects were observed by others, the evidence was not formally recorded. So it must remain in the realm of colloquial "stories".
When I much younger and in the flower of my youth, I was in some ways the body electric.
I was like a living capacitor, every move I made storing up enough static electricity to shock people and destroy electronic devices.
I was also magnetic enough to swing compass needles to point at me from a metre away.
I could reliably tell when a rain storm would turn into a thunderstorm, from the way it smelled. (I still can)
At one point a technically minded acquaintance measured the voltage differential between my left and right hands. I was giving off pulses of 27.8v at about 3 per second, continuously. Low amperage though, as I recall.
What happened? Time turned me into weak and old, and my body electric no longer sings so loud.”
It happened last night. Just before midnight, when the house was quiet and the world outside felt still. We were in bed, trying to settle down. Our daughter was beside us, still wide awake—as she often is on weekends. It’s her little way of stretching bedtime. She doesn’t get out of bed to play, but she turns bedtime into something playful. She talks, sings, moves around, tries anything to stay…
We were letting her unwind, gently reminding her it was time to sleep. The lights were dim, and the bedroom door was open, like it usually is. From where we lay, we could see the hallway that connects the three rooms in our home.
That’s when it happened. She suddenly sat up a little and pointed towards the hallway.
“Oma,” she said.
It caught us off guard. Not because she said the word—we weren’t surprised by that. She uses “Oma” all the time. She calls my mom Oma. She calls my husband’s mom Oma. She’s even called other elderly women Oma before. It’s a word she knows well and uses naturally. But this time, it wasn’t just the word. It was how she said it.
She wasn’t playing. Her face was serious, almost focused. Her finger remained pointed at the hallway as if someone was standing right there.
My husband and I looked at each other, unsure what to say. Our minds immediately jumped to his grandmother—his Oma—who passed away in 2021. The thought came so quickly and clearly, it was as if we both had it at the same time. We hadn’t talked about her recently, at least not around our daughter, and she had never met her.
But something about that moment made us feel like maybe… somehow… she was here.
We asked gently, “Where’s Oma?”
Our daughter stood on the bed and reached out her hands to us. “Come,” she said.
So we held her hands and let her lead us—not just to the edge of the bed, but out into the hallway that we could all see from where we sat. She walked with purpose, and we followed. When she could no longer see Oma, she began carefully checking the other two rooms from the hallway, peeking into each one slowly, as if hoping to find her again.
Then her expression changed. She looked puzzled.
“Oma not here,” she said softly, as if trying to figure out what had just happened.
She scanned the hallway again with her eyes, slowly turned her head, and whispered, “Oma hiding.”
That’s when I felt it—the chill, the tingle in my spine. Not from fear exactly, but from the unknown. From the strange, beautiful, confusing feeling that something more was happening. Something beyond what we could understand.
We tried to ask her more. “What does Oma look like?” But she didn’t describe anything. She just looked, and we could see she was trying to make sense of it herself.
So we brought out a photo. A photo of that Oma—my husband’s grandmother. The one who had passed before our daughter was born. We showed it to her, just to see if it meant anything.
She looked at the photo, pointed without hesitation, and said, “Yes. Oma.”
That simple confirmation sent a wave of silence over us. She said it like she knew. Like she had seen the woman in the photo just moments ago, standing in our hallway.
She kept calling for her. Softly, curiously. “Oma? Oma?” Over and over again, while glancing back at the hallway even after we were back in bed.
We didn’t want her to be scared, and honestly, we didn’t want to be scared either. So we gently tried to shift her attention. We stayed in bed. We just played her familiar songs—Baby Shark, some lullabies, happy tunes. We talked about other things. Giggled. Pretended it was just another night.
Eventually, the calling stopped.
She lay back down, curled up next to me, and her eyelids started to flutter. She didn’t say Oma again. She stopped looking toward the hallway. And within a few minutes, she was asleep.
But we weren’t.
We lay there, staring at the hallway. Wondering. Feeling. Remembering.
We don’t know what to make of it, honestly. Part of us wants to brush it off. Kids say things. Kids see things. Their imaginations are so vivid, so wild, so open. She knows the word “Oma” and uses it often. Maybe this time was just one of those strange combinations of tired minds, late hours, and toddler playfulness.
But it didn’t feel like play. Not last night.
It felt real. Real to her. Real enough to shake something in us.
I keep thinking—what if children really can see what we can’t? What if their minds haven’t built the same walls we have? What if they can still reach through something we’ve grown blind to?
Was it a spirit? A memory passed down in some way we don’t understand? Another dimension brushing up against ours?
Or was it love, simply finding a way to be seen?
I’ve heard stories like this before—children who talk to people no one else can see, who describe loved ones they’ve never met, who seem to know things they couldn’t have learned. And I always wondered if it could be true.
Last night made me wonder even more.
Maybe love doesn’t end. Maybe the people we’ve lost still visit. Maybe they still want to meet the new generations, to see the lives that grew from theirs. Maybe they wait for the quiet hours, for the open hearts, for the children who can still see.
I don’t have answers. Just a moment I can’t forget. A small voice saying “Oma” in the dark. A finger pointing to an empty hallway. A young heart, wide open, seeing something we couldn’t.
Maybe she really saw her. Maybe Oma did come by. Just for a moment. Just to say hello.
I remember the very distinctive backwards trapezoid wings. the front remembered me of a motorcycle helmet attached to an usually long neck in comparison with a human neck. It was winter with snow on the ground and it was nighttime. This was in Stratham NH.
Bowden Road in Huntsville southeast Texas is actually much better known by its rather more sinister nickname, ‘Demon’s Road’! This long, winding road leads towards Martha Chapel Cemetery.
The road is apparently haunted by an apparition that looks like a little boy. However, he has been described as crawling like some terrible spider with his body twisted upside down.
On one occasion, the photographer for a paranormal investigation team attempted to photograph the ‘boy’ at which point he apparently vomited a strange, unknown substance onto the camera wrecking it.
Needless to say, the photographer quit the job on the spot and hightailed it out of there without ever looking back.
Other witnesses who have seen the little boy say that he was riding a tricycle and that he had strange glowing eyes. Most people agree that it is likely a demon or some other type of spirit masquerading as a child.
He is not the only spirit that has been seen here, there are also reports of an old man who wanders the cemetery and apparently later appears in the homes of those who have seen him.
Other paranormal activity that has been reported here includes drivers seeing strange balls of red light and finding handprints on their cars that they cannot explain!
Dr. Louis Lalaurie and his wife, Delphine moved into their fancy new mansion in New Orleans. They were respected by everyone. They had a lot of money, power and influence. Ms. Delphine was greatly admired for her beauty.
They threw lavish social parties that would be the talk of the town for weeks to come.
Their house was extravagant and they had dozens of slaves to take care of it.
It was the neighbors who first began to suspect that something was not right.
There were whispered conversations about how the Lalaurie slaves seemed to come and go quite often. Parlor maids would be replaced with no explanation or the stable boy was suddenly just disappear… never to be seen again.
Then, one day a neighbor was climbing her own stairs when she heard a scream and saw Madame Lalaurie chasing a little girl, the Madame’s personal servant, with a whip. She pursued the girl onto the roof of the house, where the child jumped to her death. The neighbor later saw the small slave girl buried in a shallow grave beneath the cypress trees in the yard.
It was rumored that she treated the slaves horribly. But how horribly exactly, no one knew.
A terrible fire broke out in the Lalaurie kitchen. Legend has it that it was set by the cook, who could endure no more of the Madame’s tortures. Regardless of how it started, the fire swept through the house.
After the blaze was put out, the fire fighters discovered a horrible sight behind a secret, barred door in the attic.
The information you are about to read is from the embellished part of the event. The authors who wrote about it in the book didn’t source these events:
They found more than a dozen slaves here, chained to the wall in a horrible state. They were both male and female…. some were strapped to makeshift operating tables… some were confined in cages made for dogs…. human body parts were scattered around and heads and human organs were placed haphazardly in buckets…. grisly souvenirs were stacked on shelves and next to them a collection of whips and paddles.
It was more horrible that anything created in man’s imagination.
According to the newspaper, the New Orleans Bee, all of the victims were naked and the ones not on tables were chained to the wall. Some of the women had their stomachs sliced open and their insides wrapped about their waists.
One woman had her mouth stuffed with animal excrement and then her lips were sewn shut.
The men were in even more horrible states. Fingernails had been ripped off, eyes poked out, and private parts sliced away.
One man hung in shackles with a stick protruding from a hole that had been drilled in the top of his head. It had been used to “stir” his brains.
The tortures had been administered so as to not bring quick death. Mouths had been pinned shut and hands had been sewn to various parts of the body.
Regardless, many of them had been dead for quite some time. Others were unconscious and some cried in pain, begging to be killed and put out of their misery.
The fire fighters fled the scene in disgust and doctors were summoned from a nearby hospital.
There were a few who still clung to life…. like a woman whose arms and legs had been removed and another who had been forced into a tiny cage with all of her limbs broken than set again at odd angles.
Madame Lalaurie and her family were never seen again.
The house remained vacant for many years after that. It then became an all girls school and then apartment buildings.
During the time when the mansion was an apartment house, a number of strange events were recorded. Among them was an encounter between a occupant and a naked black man in chains who attacked him. The black man abruptly vanished.
Others claimed to have animals butchered in the house; children were attacked by a phantom with a whip; strange figures appeared wrapped in shrouds; a young mother was terrified to find a woman in elegant evening clothes bending over her sleeping infant; and of course, the ever-present sounds of screams, groans and cries that would reverberate through the house at night.
Today the house has been renovated again and serves as luxury apartments.
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The scariest UFO experience was in early March of 2017. I left my house and there was a light drizzle. When I was inside my house, I felt like I needed to grab my umbrella from my car because I might need it in the morning. My umbrella was in my car because I left it there. However my car was parked a few houses down at my grandmother’s home. This was where I parked my car because there was no room in the drive way at my parent’s house and the community rule states that cars will be towed if parked outside between midnight and 6:00AM. I do not know what made me feel like I needed to get my umbrella for the morning. I just went. I walked in the drizzle to my grandmother’s home. The drizzle was starting to sting my face as I opened my car door. I reached inside and took my umbrella out of the car and opened it. I closed the door and locked the car. Then all of a sudden, a downpour of rain came out of nowhere as I stood next to my car holding the umbrella. It made me feel as if I was in a motion picture and the heavy rain happened right on cue as I opened my umbrella. I was still next to my car when I saw a rainbow orb. The orb was not solid. It looked like a regular rainbow, but with a sphere. Then a yellow beam shot out of the sphere. It shot out as fast as lightning, but it was a full cylinder of yellow light. The yellow color reminded me as a Dixon Ticonderoga pencil. The sound of this beam seemed to be 10 times louder than thunder. I could feel the sound through my whole body. I felt the ground wobble just like the time I ate at a restaurant in Rancho Marriage and there was a small earthquake. I nervously walked back to my house grasping the handle of the umbrella. The orb floated to the center of the community. It had gotten closer to me. Just like before, it blasted its beam into the ground. It made that super loud thunder like noise. The beam must have been hot because it seemed to be able to create a thick fog around where it hit. I was in front of my parent’s driveway and I saw the rainbow orb in the middle of the road behind my car in my grandmother’s driveway. The orb launched the beam down to the ground, shook the ground, and a loud blast sound was heard. Imagine huge plumes of white smoke before a car catches fire, but it was vaporized water vapor from the heat of the beam. The mist flooded the air. Then it started to come down the road closer to me. This was the first time I had ever felt like I was in danger from a UFO. I ran into the house. I did not look back. My shoes and umbrella were soaked. I am still puzzled on what happed to me that day. The next day was clear and sunny, all day. What made me have the urge to go outside in the drizzle the day before? Did the UFO have something to do with my desire for the umbrella?
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On 5/6/17 I was driving home from 7-Eleven. I was in my car and I spy what some people call a UFO. This unidentified foreign object was a Mercedes Benz SLS AMG Roadster. It was black and its fold down roof was up. The convertible top was black. The SLS took a right turn and I followed in my car. We were heading west on the bridge over a river. I was admiring the SLS while driving upward on the bridge. This time I saw a real UFO in the sky. It was massive. It was circular with a flat top and flat bottom. Imagine an “Oreo” cookie with the diameter of three jumbo jet wing spans around 600 feet. The object was gold in color and had what looked like weld lines. The height was about 200 feet. I was now at the top of the bridge and the AMG super car I was to my left and the UFO was to my 10:00 position in the sky. I was headed down the bridge and in about 3 seconds the UFO faded into the sky as if its surroundings were being mirrored on the craft. I could still see the outline of the craft. I was at the bottom of the bridge and the trees are now blocking my view. I arrived home without incident. On 5/12/17 NASA claimed that they were testing a top secret aircraft. This raised a red flag because nobody tells about secret operation of any sort in the government. I was and still not sure if the two incidents were related, but I smell a conspiracy in development.
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In October of 2017, I was on a cruise ship. Everybody had to gather at our muster station outside. I was standing in a crowd of people they are all focused on the musterer for a safety briefing. The musterer was showing how to put on the life-vest in case of emergency. At this time a commercial jetliner flew near a cloud and a gold disk shaped object appeared just below the front landing gear area of the plane. I thought the UFO appeared because the plane got close to it. I thought there was going to be an accident with the plane and UFO because of how close they were together. I would say that the disk was about 10 –15 feet long in diameter and reminded me of the shape of a hamburger made out of gold. The musterer was talking about life rafts and I saw two more of the same craft. The UFOs were zipping and zooming, similar to how wild animals play with each other. They were flying all over the place. Another commercial jet took off and barley missed another UFO again in a different spot. It was as if the UFOs were playing chicken in the airways of the sky. The three UFOs then flew in formation and headed for some nearby clouds. The safety briefing was over and I left with the crowd. This happened in Fort Lauderdale Florida.
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One night after a cruise to the Bahamas, I searched for pictures of George Washington. I wanted to make a poster to hang up on my wall. The poster represents taking initiatives. I took the initiative to write this book and I wanted more motivation. So I made this poster. I invited George Washington or any other spirits to come into my room as I sat on my bed. Within seconds I saw a ghost uniform. It looked as if it was on a manikin because I saw no human body or head. What impressed me was the detail of the uniform. It was olive green and had tons of decorative stuff all over it. The shoulder tops had a gold rectangle with the decorative frayed string things, which you should remember as epaulettes. It had decorative patches and medals attached on the front uniform jacket. However I do not remember the shapes of them that well. Within about 10 seconds the uniform vanished.
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On 8/18/18 before my UFO Sighting, I saw multiple ghosts. As a part of my in-depth research I continue to conduct field tests to try to understand ghosts, spirits, and the dead. I am fascinated by this subject so it makes allot of sense to take the initiative to try to find out answers even if it results in more questions than answers. I invited the spirits to go on a walk with me like I usually do and proceeded with our walk. I saw ghost human shaped entities. I saw a white one, a light gray smoke colored one, a dark gray almost black one, a royal blue one, and a ginger-ale colored one. The white was on the road on the cul-de-sac. The light gray smoke one I saw in a person’s empty driveway. The blue one I saw next in a person’s drive way on a different road. On this same road I saw the ginger-ale colored one stand on the grass as I walked passed it. The only ghost I saw move was the last one. The dark gray almost black ghost was at the circle at the end of the street there was not a dead end road. It floated past me faster than I could walk. It appeared at the circle then glided to the other side of the road and disappeared. I walked another lap before having my UFO sighting.
I am sure there will be skeptics in my future that will criticize because it always seems like skeptics are flapping their gums saying ridiculous things like “I don’t believe in it so that must not make it true.” My grandmother told me that. In this case my grandmother is the skeptic not making any sense to me.
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One of the best sightings I had was when I was walking on the boardwalk right in front of the ice cream stand walking to the north. The weather was cloudy then turned to drizzle. I would say that this object was 2 ½ feet at its widest width. It was shaped like↓
It was see through and rounded like a blown bubble. The most incredible thing was it actually had a red iridescence on the corner like a real soap bubble; however the object seemed structurally sound as it flew right over me on the boardwalk. Next it flew at an incline over the roof of the condo south of the ice cream stand then disappeared. Immediately as this thing disappeared while the drizzle is wetting my face; two white orbs a little larger than base balls, more the size of softballs, flew the exact same flight pattern. The spheres looked like glass balls with white sparks inside. The orbs flew side by side as if they were attached to each other, but I could not see anything attached. I immediately remembered a “Blue Man Group” performance. I learned that human eyes can only pick up red, green, and blue spectrums of light. I wondered to myself if I saw a full single UFO and the other part of the UFO is in a spectrum of light that humans cannot perceive. Maybe it was two separate UFOs following a certain flight path. Then I remembered that everything I heard was silent from the UFOs, but I could hear droplets of rain on the boardwalk as I saw them. These things were odd to see under the clouds about only 10 feet above my head while standing on the board walk.
One night in the fall of 2015 I was seeing those long skinny lights again at the boardwalk near the flag pole. I saw something I have never seen or heard of before. They were bird size, cough drop shape objects. They were intense royal blue light centers with dark blue edges. There were 5 of them and were following an inline pattern. It was odd to see them do a 360 helix like a rollercoaster. Then they did some “s” curves and flew over the beach to the south east over the ocean. Where were they headed? Where were they going to? My mind raced. I continued my walk. I reached a dead end of the boardwalk near a condo with a swimming pool next to the park. I saw one more, white light streak. I kept going back and almost every night I would see these three foot long, penny diameter cylinders of light until the end of December 2015. I have not seen them since 2015.
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In September and November of 2015 I saw stoplight green fireballs. The first one was in a nearby gated community, walking distance away. The other one was during Veterans Day week. Imagine a flare with a long fiery tail with the intensity of the go signal on a stoplight. This community didn’t have many houses in it yet. It was mostly empty lots at the time. It was nighttime and I was walking around. I came up to a corner and there I saw coming in the sky parallel to the road was this green fireball. It was odd to me because on this road there were only a few houses and the fireball came over from an area with no houses. The one in November I saw in the community I lived in. The exact same fire ball, but this time it flew diagonal to the road.
I also want to report that I saw the falling star phenomena again in the same week of Veterans Day. The white light twinkled, rotated clockwise, and dropped vertically.
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It was the night after Christmas. Nothing was stirring, except for me and a UFO. I was on my walk at the boardwalk enjoying the night air. I remember it was a little breezy on this night. The sound of ocean swells sounded like thunder and the waves slammed against the seashore. It was a fireball, red and orange in color coming from the southwest heading northeast. I would say it was about 4 times the size of the green fireballs I had seen. It was flying about the same height as the green fireballs would at about 40-50 feet above. I saw it clearly. It was a sphere with red and yellow flames with a white core and had a grayish smoke tail behind it. It flew over the nearby lagoon. The light was intense enough to add extra light to the park. Then it changed trajectory and headed northwest. I was astonished when it changed course completely!
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In my parent’s house during the day, I was just walking in the living room. I saw a seven foot tall ghost man wearing a silver suit; silver shoes, a silver top hat, and a white button down shirt. The man looked like he was in his 70’s and I could clearly see the wrinkles on his face. He had bushy eyebrows and a mustache. His hair and facial hair were blond. His chin looked freshly shaved. His eyes were hazel. The whole time I saw this ghost, he was see-through. I waved at the ghost. The ghost waved back to me and then vanished into a cloud of white smoke that drifted and disappeared into the nearby wall. I thought it was really cool.
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It was daytime and I was at home. I was at the computer in my home. This computer was in my bedroom. I used my computer to record audio clips to get EVPs. I plugged in my cell phone to a speaker box while the computer recorded the session. I was using an application on my phone to induce hearing spirit voices to see what I could record. My closet has slide open doors. I do not like to close them and usually leave them open. The closet is next to the computer. I recorded nearly two hours of content in this session. After recording, I listened to the recorded audio and analyzed it. I was around the 30 minute point of the recording when I noticed something in the closet that did not belong. I saw a see-through article of clothing in an area where I had no clothes hanging up. It was a woman’s dress. It was the bottom half of a dress torn at a 45 degree angle. What was most impressive was the detail of the torn dress. I could see a five petaled flower pattern all over it. There were hundreds possibly thousands of repeated five petal flowers on this garment. Everything about the dress was gray-scaled out and clearly did not fit with its surroundings. I knew immediately there was a ghost in my closet. I could see the wall through the dress. I waved at it and said “Hello, how are you doing?” After I did this, the ghost moved about 7 feet out of the closet and behind my computer chair. The ghost did not stop moving and headed to the center of the closet then though the wall. I called out to it “Please come again!” I never saw that ghost again. Did I spook the ghost? How do I induce more moments to see more ghosts, more of the time?
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There was a day when I saw a ghost. This ghost was not your typical kind of ghost. The sun was setting and I needed something to eat. My dad told me he was going to get pizza. My dad left and I took out my cell phone. I used an application called “Murmur Box.” I tried to see if I could get spirit voices in live time. This entertained me until my dad got home with the pizza. My dad opened the door with a pizza box in his hand. I eagerly grabbed a plate for myself and waited for my dad to open the box. My dad opened the box; I reached in, and slapped a slice of pizza on my plate. When I did this grease splattered all over the place. I brought my plate to where I always sat. Before taking a bite, I turned on a different application called “Ghost Radar.” I invited the spirits in to come to my exact location and enjoy spending time with me at dinner. I chomped down on a slice of pizza as oil and grease oozed out of the slice. I got eight blips on my screen. This was amazing because I have only ever had one blip on it at a time. The blips seemed to move around and surrounded me. I was astonished to see when I looked up. There was a ghost standing in the dining room! There was a man with a long beard; a fat nose, wide cheeks, a hat, miner’s clothes from the 1800s, gloves, and boots. His eyes were solid gray. In fact everything about the man was solid gray like a statue. Unlike other ghosts, I could not see through the man at all. He had a pot belly and was 5 to 5 ½ feet tall. My eyes widened. I looked at him as he looked at me. He turned 90 degrees to his right and floated strait into the wall that went into the pantry. I got out of my seat to see if the ghost was in there. I saw nothing. I went to the other side near the garage. I saw nothing. I did not know where the ghost went. Where did the ghost go? Will it ever come back? My dad called to me “Are you going to finish your pizza?” I replied “I will be right there.” I never saw that ghost again.
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One afternoon I was inside the house. I was in the kitchen preparing myself a pepperoni sandwich. I would use two slices of Italian bread, slices of large pepperoni, pecorino-romano cheese, and brown mustard. It was an Italian lunch. I was putting my brown mustard on when a royal blue human shaped ghost appeared near me by the butcher-block in the kitchen. I am nearly 6 feet tall and this royal blue ghost was equally tall. It walked past me as if it didn’t see me. It walked around the counter and passed the table. I followed it. It walked through the doorway of my parent’s room. I went into the bedroom and I watched the ghost walk through the wall. This meant the royal blue ghost could see objects and avoid them. However it still walked through a wall. Why did this ghost show up in the kitchen? Where was it going? Did this ghost want me to see it?
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One night I was on my usual walk. My hope that night was to see UFO. I ended up seeing something else. I walked down the sidewalk away from my home. I came to an intersection. It was on the same side and corner that I was on. It came out of the bushes, but made no sound. It was a royal blue ghost. This ghost was about my height. The royal blue ghost came on the sidewalk in front of me. It got to the edge of the road and paused. I could not believe my eyes when I saw what happened next. It turned its head right, then left. It crossed the road at the crosswalk as if it was alive. When it got to the other side of the crosswalk, it headed off-road into palm trees and bushes. It then disappeared. Did I just see a ghost being safety conscious of cars? Like a person who lost their appetite, I decided not to cross and turned around and walked somewhere else. What would have happed if I crossed the road that night?
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It was late afternoon. I wanted some animal crackers as a snack. I left my bedroom and headed to the kitchen. Once in the kitchen, I opened the closet door. There I saw it. It was an open bag of animal crackers. Somebody opened the bag. That somebody was me. I opened the animal cracker bag a few days ago. I poured the recommend serving size of animal crackers into a bowl. Then I put the bag back where I found it. I turned to my right. I must have been lucky. At that moment I saw a humanoid ghost float down the hallway leading to the garage and into the kitchen. It passed me heading towards the far side of the kitchen then disappeared. I could tell from the masculine face shape and hair cut it was male. The appearance of this ghost reminded me of ginger ale soda. The whole ghost was this color. I did not see a ghost like this again until 2018. Where did it come from? What made this ghost appear in this unusual color?
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After I moved to Florida with my family I was just as bored in New Hampshire as I was down here. So I decided to make my life more interesting. That’s right! I watched some “Youtube” videos on how to do so. I learned from a video that I should look up things that interest me. I did, and I found some paranormal stories on “Youtube.” I clicked on the side where it showed relevant videos to the watcher. The video I clicked on was a Steve Huff video. It showed a person using technology to speak with the dead through EVP. It featured an app called “Murmur Box” by “Paranormal Shadows U.K.” I used the app and started collecting EVPs right away. I was fascinated by getting words to come back. Then I noticed there were eight separate frequencies coming in through the app on the same recording. Many entities were trying to communicate with me. This discovery hooked my attention. Then there was an update to “Murmur Box” and I could only get two frequencies at once. Then a third update happened and I could not get any frequencies. I was frustrated so I got other apps, but none of them were as effective as the original Murmur Box app. I made many discoveries and had many awesome experiences but I am going to save them for the EVP Florida Chapter. After not getting very good EVPs, I tried collecting recordings without the apps. I was amazed that spirit voices could still be heard. Around this time I learned about reverse messages in music songs on “Youtube.” Then I listened to my spirit recordings in reverse, and found out that some sounds I heard playing forward were in fact speech in reverse. I also noticed that forward and reverse speech put together could make full sentences or messages.
I was amazed. Then I started playing board games with the spirits and recording them. I could get voices that were not hearable in real time on the recordings. Sometimes I would get a message in reverse speech when I talked. The most interesting thing was if I said a repeated phrase on the same recording that I would not get a message except on one or two of my repeated phrases each with a separate message using my own voice in reverse!
Then I tried quizzing the spirits. I played “Need For Speed Most Wanted” (2005) on my Playstation 2. The PS2 did not have wi-fi connection and I never set up the internet with the special disk needed to do so. I recorded a question. “What color is the car on my screen?” I received more than what I expected as an answer. The voice recorded said “That is a turquoise Lotus Elise.” By the way I should mention I only heard this on playback of the recording. This proved to me that spirits are real and somehow they can see. You can’t guess a turquoise Lotus Elise on your first try, an obscure car with an obscure color. How do they see? I am not sure and I want to find out. This is what changed my life to seek ghosts.
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In 2015, weeks before I moved to Florida, I saw a ghost. This being was just kind of there. It did not appear. It was in plain view. Imagine a female with long white strait hair. Her skin was as white as sour cream and was very slender. Her face was slender too. She had soft gentle looking eyes. The eyes themselves were white like a living person’s eyes, but her irises were light gray and her pupils were medium gray. Her left shoulder was perpendicular to the wall. She was standing on one side in the middle staring blankly at the corner of the room. She was wearing a white gown and white Dutch wooden shoes. She stood still like a statue. I was looking at her. Only her eyes moved in my direction as if she could not move her body. I came closer to her. I noticed her eyes; sometimes they would face forward and then look back toward me. She looked like a real living person; I could see the texture of her skin. I said to her “I want to help you.” Then a voice came from behind me and exclaimed my name “Anthony!” I turned around and immediately one of my videogame cases fell out of my closet as if it was pushed off the shelf in the closet. I turned back to where she was, but she was no longer there. I heard a woman’s voice say “Thank you.” I think this lady and the unknown voice that said my name knew each other. Was one of those ghosts dangerous? Perhaps both of them needed help? What would have happened if I ignored the videogame case falling and kept looking at her?
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I have seen acid green colored ghosts. They all were wearing clothes, but you could see through the clothes and their bodies to the other side. I have seen them standing and floating. Even though these ghosts were see through, you could tell their facial features apart and know their fashion sense. I have seen three of them on separate occasions. The best one I saw was standing in the road of a gated community wearing a tuxedo and a bowtie. Then the ghost took of flying in the air. It flew head fist into the sky. I could not believe my eyes at how easy flying was for it. It reminded me of the character “The Flying Dutchman” from “Spongebob Squarepants”, a children’s television program. “The Flying Dutchman” was an acid green ghost, but the real acid green ghost I witnessed had clear distinctive legs which the fictional character did not have. Another acid green ghost was really fat, wore a suit and a tall top-hat. The final acid green ghost was a boy wearing cargo shorts, a t –shirt, and a baseball cap.
It was 2005. My family and I went on vacation. It was myself, my mom, my dad, my little brother, my uncle, my grandmother, and my grandfather. We left in the bitter cold of a New Hampshire February escaping the frosty landscape. I was age 10, getting ready to turn 11 in April. We were in the airport heading somewhere warm. I was wearing my brand new “Tommy Hilfiger” sneakers my family bought for me from “Marshalls” on this trip. The plane took off and we headed for paradise!
We landed in the beautiful Dominican Republic. We stayed at the “Viva Wyndham Resort” in La Romana. Sand, sun, and smoothies! This place was and still is a great place to visit! The Dominican Republic was much better than the cold bitter weather and cold bitter people from New Hampshire! Trust me!
One clear and windless night my little brother and I wanted drinks. Dad was thirsty too. My dad and I headed to the bar leaving my little brother and mom at the room. My dad got some kind of alcoholic beverage, and I got virgin “Cocoa Locos” for my brother and I. On the way back I looked up and gazed at the stars gleaming in the sky. Then I noticed it. Something was not quite right!
I saw it with my own two eyes! There was an unusual light in the sky. The bright light in the sky would pulsate very bright to very dim, but never going out. Then the light moved vertically straight down while it spun clockwise. Imagine a pinwheel moving vertically in a straight movement, but made of light. This is the best way I can describe it. The object seemed as if it was in freefall while spinning, then the light went out. I asked my dad if he had seen it. He said (and I am paraphrasing) “Yes, it was a meteor.” I knew at that moment my father had no idea what he was talking about. I knew that meteors did not display that kind of activity. We flew back home and I was anxious to access my computer. I needed to know what I saw that night! I searched online to find out what I saw. I found a match. It was called the “Falling Star Phenomena.” I had never heard of that before now. I learned it was common in New Hampshire to see this phenomenon. I was from New Hampshire, but I saw this thing in a foreign distant land. I tried to search more, but I could not connect the “Falling Star Phenomena” to the Dominican Republic. I got really excited to tell my “know it all” dad that he was wrong! He did not know what we saw that night. However 13 years later I asked him about the incident and he does not remember.
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On 8/22/15 at the boardwalk I saw 5 lime Green versions of the falling star phenomena strait up above me possibly 2,000-4,000 feet above me. I didn’t have anything to really compare it with for size and the 5 of them came down strait vertically from my perception. Later that evening I saw a stoplight green fireball coming off the ocean about 40 – 50 feet in the air. This green fire ball went out right above the water’s edge of the shoreline. I was heading towards my car walking on the boardwalk before I went home. I had seen a solid black triangle. It was blacker than the surrounding night sky and blocked out the lights of the stars. The triangle almost appeared as a 2-d shape and looked flat on the bottom. I could not see the top. It appeared a plane was chasing it. It looked like a single engine fighter jet was following the black triangle because if it was a duel thruster displacement you would notice the Y shaped smoke pattern from the thrusters. I knew it was fighter jet because of the shape and sound. It was high up and the jet looked about the size of a half dollar coin. The black triangle was about 7 times wider at the base in comparison to the full wingspan of jet. When the jet was moving, it occasionally would use it’s after burner in short bursts. Seeing three different phenomena was amazing. Out of the three I would say that the stoplight green fire ball was the most interesting because it seemed like it came from nowhere.
