What event made you believe in the supernatural?

[Kyuzo]

On a school trip to Williamsburg VA when I was in 6th grade, we stayed overnight in a B&B kind of place that used to be a tavern in the 18th century. The room I shared with a couple other classmates got real cold all of a sudden in the middle of the night and we all woke up. Standing at the window was a gauzy white apparition in tricorner hat, long-tail jacket and breeches. He kept pacing back and forth across the room back to the window.

We all freaked and hid under our covers; who or whatever it was had already disappeared when we dared a peek a couple minutes later. Next morning we reported it to our teacher who thought maybe someone broken into our room. He mentioned it to one of the guest relations reps. She got all excited and laughingly told us that we were one of the few lucky witnesses to their resident spook - reportedly it was some guy who committed suicide a couple hundred years ago over some bad debts. For several years afterward I was in denial of seeing this just because its one of the most hair raising experiences I ever had and tried to suppress it. Now over 3 decades later I think its one of my fondest memories. Go figure.

 

[A.L.I.E.N]

About a year ago I saw a apparition and it scared me ^^^^-less!!! It was almost surreal to start with, I was having a peace full sleep when I must have been awoken by the cold. As a movie freak I have a screen at the end of my bed on top of a large film cabinet. The T.V's stand by light is a piercing blue, on a lighter note, similar to the T-X terminators!!! I pulled the covers up close around me and felt around for my dog to bring her close for warmth. I felt nothing, this was not unusual. My dog would find her way to the foot of my bed. So I sat up and called her, only to see my dog sat bolt up right looking at my T.V! Again this is not strange, being a Sideshow freaks dog you have to love film and T.V. So, me being half a sleep reach for her to settle her back down. Now if you were to lie on my bed, which you wouldn't have, and look at my screen all you would have seen was the back of my would have seen was the back of my dog. So I moved her and looked to were she was looking to see if something had fallen to get her attention or something, what I faced was a child no older than six. In the beginning I was not scared because I was barely awake, I ask if the kid was alright. No reply, no sound and no movement. The weirdest part for me would be that my eyes had adjusted to dark completely but still I couldn't make the kids features out! At that point I had the revelation, what if this was a paranormal experience. So I froze, my dog was level with me now as I was holding on to her for the life of me! I turned to face my dog and when I glanced back. The ghost had gone.....

Even writing about that sends shivers down my spine!!!!

 

[The Ween]

I'm bumping this for Cloud!

 

[Cloud]

Thanks again! I have some reading to do tomorrow.

 

[a-dev]

There are no ghosts....it's all in your head.

Same goes for images of Jesus or the virgin mary appearing on breads, pizza bases, tree trunks and dog's arses....though actually that last one was an (hilarious) photoshop and pisstake.

 

[fosing]

well, somebody pissed in the toiletseat and he didnt flush. and it wasnt me. i'm sure it wasnt me. damn ghost.

 

[Cloud]

Some good stories with some religious nonsense muddled up in the middle of the thread. I might be tempted to believe in ghosts, but demons are so far-fetched it's stupid. I've seen so-called exorcisms. They're a joke.

 

[Skiman]

I'll go ahead with my story... since the board is slow and I don't want to do dishes yet. Stay tuned.

 

[Skiman]

I was probably 12-13 years of age and I called my buddy to see if I could come over that was down the road from where I lived and grew up. Anyway, I can't remember if I walked or someone dropped me off but I went though the garage of his house and into the kitchen door where his mother was doing dishes. I asked "Is Robert here?" she replies "Yes, he's downstairs listening to music and waiting on you." So everything is cool right, I go downstairs to the basement and we were very big heavy mentalist, so Pantera is going off loudly in the basement (he had a nice surround sound with woofers the whole 9 yards, I was always jealous as I couldn't afford nice stereo equipment like this when I was young) and I look around for him and only saw the chair that he normally sits in with the remote on the side and glass of whatever he was drinking. Anyways so I think to myself, dude has to be playing a trick on me and is hiding somewhere down in this basement.

So I go around the basement and check in the closets, weight room, laundry room and nada. The only room left was the collection room where he'd store all of his memorabilia, baseball cards, etc... So with no doubt in my mind I go into the room and close the door behind me in pitch black darkness. It was quiet at first but then I heard some shuffling around, like footsteps, etc.... So I stated "I KNOW YOU'RE IN HERE ROBERT!!!!" and wildly swung my arms around reaching for him and running in all directions and circles trying to grab him. Well needless to say I was missing and swinging at air although I could feel someone or something moving away from me and making a shuffling sound as it was moving away from me again.

After a few minutes of this, my mind be boggled knowing that Robert is damn good, fast, quick enough to anticipate my movements, I'm stunned that I haven't found in him the room. Within a few seconds after I realize "Why am I not hitting/grabbing anything" plays in my mind............ WAIT FOR IT!!!















































He'd open the door to the room that I was in and says "WTF are doing?" I................. DROPPED. My knees buckled I turned white (I'm dark complected btw. ) So I hot-tailed my ass out of the room, run upstairs and outside the garage door for air. He later explains to me that his house is haunted. GOOD TIMES!!!!

 

[Laz93RX7]

this happened a couple years ago on christmas eve.

my great grand father had cancer. he was very sick his last days we where with him in the hospital, he was in and out, barely ate barely said a word.

then on his last day my brother, cousin and my aunt where all there with him and he opens his eyes looks at the corner of the room and says to us "this is it i'm leaving, give me a hug. and says his goodbye to each of us and then he passes.

we where thinking to our selves what was in the room he saw, that he knew at that very moment it was his time. gives me the chills everytime I think about that day. giving me goosebumps even typing this.

I even know a friend that the same happened with him and his father.

 

[devilof76]

My grandfather died a week after one of his son in laws, who had throat cancer. He was in the hospital when it happened, and his daughter came to tell him. He said he knew because he had seen my uncle outside his window, and he told my grandfather he would see him soon.

My aunt made a crack that he needed to give her atleast a week before he went because she couldn't handle losing her husband and her father in the same one. It was exactly seven days later.

I have a good one about the day my dad died, but I'm keeping that to myself.

 

[King Darkness]

I have a good one about the day my dad died, but I'm keeping that to myself.

Same here.

I always had a strong belief in the "supernatural", but events involving my Dads death made me a 100% believer.

 

[Jen]

Before my great-grandmother passed, she knew it was almost time for her to go because friends and family who had gone before her kept appearing around her bed.

After my grandfather died, my mother saw him. He wanted her to tell my grandmother that he was ok and wanted my mom to share a story with her so my grandmother would know that it was really him. Later that day, my mom told my grandmother what my grandfather had told her. My grandmother was stunned because the story my mom told her was one that only she and my grandfather knew and had never shared before with anyone. I don't know all the details but the story had something to do with one of their dates after they had first met.

 

[Darthrazz]

About a week after my grandfather died, my grandmother was looking for some paperwork, I think it was some policy my grandfather had. My grandmother had no luck after turning the house upside down. My grandmother dreamt about my grandfather a few days later, he told her in her dream exactly where the paperwork was. That morning she looked in the spot he had told her, and there it was.....Supernatural? I don't know? Maybe my grandmother was in a relaxed state and her subconscious allowed her to recall where it was?

 

[Kamandi]

My wife and her friends are big into new-agey crystal rubbing tarot stuff. The more excited they get about it the more I find it a bore.

If I ever had a capacity to believe in the supernatural or the afterlife it's gone away. The more I see people around me who are convinced they have some special insight or faith the more certain I am they are fooling themselves.

My parents are Roman Catholics. Same deal. They keep trying to draw my lapsed butt back into the fold. My whole feeling on religion is it's a bunch of people convinced THEY have the golden Wonka tickets.

People can be talented liars, especially to themselves.

 

[Cloud]

My wife and her friends are big into new-agey crystal rubbing tarot stuff. The more excited they get about it the more I find it a bore.

If I ever had a capacity to believe in the supernatural or the afterlife it's gone away. The more I see people around me who are convinced they have some special insight or faith the more certain I am they are fooling themselves.

My parents are Roman Catholics. Same deal. They keep trying to draw my lapsed butt back into the fold. My whole feeling on religion is it's a bunch of people convinced THEY have the golden Wonka tickets.

People can be talented liars, especially to themselves.

I like this post a lot, but religion is taboo here now. You don't have to be religious to believe in ghosts.

 

[Cap'n Cook]

The Green Mile.

 

[Kamandi]

I like this post a lot, but religion is taboo here now. You don't have to be religious to believe in ghosts.

Fair enough. Without bringing religion into it I'll tell a story. I'm in Colorado a few years back. I'm in the Stanley Hotel. Many of you already are familiar with the Stanley but for those who aren't 1) it has an extensive history among haunted house fans 2) it inspired Stephen King to write The Shining.

So I walk around with the later fact in my brain. I'm a bit giddy because I have identical twin daughters and I've been looking forward to getting a couple of "Hello Danny come play with us" pictures. I plan to send them out as Christmas cards. So my kids do the side by side pose and they're perfect. They have no idea daddy is a sick minded movie fan or what the significance of that was.

So later I'm talked into going on the 'ghost tour' by some other family members. What the heck, I'll get to see the rest of the hotel, so I go along. Strangely my wife has no interest in going, so I leave my girls with her and the rest of us go out to 'see some ghosts'.

The thing I immediately notice is there are people determined to have an experience. Every little sound and wisp of breeze has a super-natural origin. Never mind the hotel is quite full of guests. It can't possibly be someone upstairs walking around. It can't be air from a vent or something. No simple explanations allowed, it must be a ghost.

One lady freaks out when she stands in a dark closet and is told she might see a bright light. She goes in, some guy takes a flash picture, and she screams at that exact moment. But it can't be the flash coming in around the cracks of the door jam. Oh no, she saw a ghost.

So I'm rolling my eyes and then I have the idea.

I'm going to show everyone the picture I took of my kids the previous day. I'm probably grinning like the Grinch with the corners of my mouth curling around in little circles.

So the tour goes up to the third floor. Way back in the day they used to have nannies on this floor and all the guest's kids stayed up here. There were lots of TB outbreaks so I almost feel dirty about this. But I tell my family to "stand over there and try not to laugh". Then I walk over to the girl who screamed earlier and I'm like "whoa, look at this..."

On the screen of my camera is the picture from yesterday of my girls in a hallway very much like we are in at that moment. They're standing side by side holding hands very much like the girls in Kubrick's film.

It was awesome. This lady probably sh-t herself. People are looking at my camera convinced something happened. The tour guide comes over and smells a fish. He knows these hallways too well and spots the difference in location. I come clean about my girls and the picture from yesterday and the one lady starts laughing, everyone else does too. The tour guide is mad I've broken the mood.

And that's what it was. A mood. A carefully performed ghost story that once the mood was broken had no further effect for the rest of the tour. It was interesting to see the guests who had been so convinced earlier become blase about everything for the next half hour.

 

[Skiman]

 

[Kamandi]

Ah, Estes Park... Did you eat at the Dunraven Inn? Good food.

Edit - as promised - This is the picture I used to freak out the tour group. It looked nearly identical to the hallway we were standing in, but of course my girls were nowhere to be seen during the tour:

This is the picture I sent to my friends for the holidays: