Date: 6/2/2017 7:22:00 PM
From Authorid: 23963
I have some ghost stories, but nothing like you described here in this post. I am looking forward to reading some of our USMers comments on this.   |
Date: 6/2/2017 7:53:00 PM ( From Author )
From Authorid: 56297
Same here. Feel free to share some of your ghost stories regardless . Here is an odd experience I once had. It's not exactly like the things mentioned in the post, but it's always boggled my mind a bit.
I'm well aware that sometimes we can have false memories. But, this memory is so vivid that I have a hard time believing it's a false memory despite the fact that I was so young. I think I was about 4 or 5, but I remember being at a little white house. For some reason, I think it was a family friend or a distant family member's house. It was kind of out there in a rural area. There was a small body of water like a stream with smoothed pebbles in it running around the house. Now, this is odd by itself. But, I remember running my hands through the cool stream water and then the next thing I know I was awake in my bedroom. But in my mind I remember my bed being super tall to the point where I was able to look down at my parents from my bed. My father asked me where I had gone when I left the bedroom and I remember not answering. My mother asked the same thing and I told her "I went to McDonalds." This makes no sense. I have no idea why I would say that since the last thing I remember before that was being at that little stream. I don't remember anything after that. I asked my mom about it years ago and she had no recollection of this event.
Like I said, this could have been a false memory or a dream. But it was vivid enough that I remember it in detail even now at 27 years old. I guess I'll always wonder whether it was a simple dream or an actual experience.  |
Date: 6/3/2017 6:45:00 PM
From Authorid: 23963
I am wondering if this was a memory from a past life perhaps?  |
Date: 6/12/2017 10:56:00 AM
From Authorid: 6731
I have one, I was around 9 years old at the time. We were moving from town to country (so much happened at both places para-normally speaking) but this was different. I was in and out of the house while my grandfather and mom were putting up lights and fixing the walls so that we could move in, I came in the back door and saw my grandfather putting bulbs in a ceiling light in what would be the living room, but I could hear him talking to my mom in the next room. So I walked around to the next room and there he was talking to her. Once I saw him there, I backed up to the living room and there was no one there. Now at the time he was in good shape, but not so good that he could run silently to get to the next room without me hearing him, and besides I could hear him talking in the next room while I was looking right at him. He didn't look any different than normal, no fuzzy edges I couldn't see through him or anything like that, he was just simply in two places at the exact same time...  |
Date: 6/29/2017 10:03:00 AM
From Authorid: 21903
Nothing too crazy for me, but once I was in the upstairs of my grandmother's house. Very specific floorboards creaked such that you knew when someone was walking towards the back rooms. Always had the creeps being up there alone. Woke up one morning to just that stuation, and was rushing to get dressed and down the stairs. Heard creaking as someone approached, so I stopped undressing and waited to see who it was. No one. Heard it again, so I looked out in the hall: no one. Back in my room I heard it again and looked again. I was alone. I then heard the floorboards creak as it sounded like something walked into room and then a creak by the bed where I sat. I told whatever it was I was freaked out and to leave, so I heard a creak in the doorway again and down the hall and then silence.
Looking back I think it was my grandfather. Without telling my grandmother my story, unprompted one day she mentioned that she still heard him walking through the house. I think he is gone now though: I think he left when my grandmother passed. I don't get the creeps up there anymore and don't hear footsteps ever now. Maybe nothing, maybe not.  |
