What is your story about the paranormal?

[MK_Wizard]

There are times I question if there is an explanation, there's just one thing; there are too many coincidences here.

[AllynCrowe]

Tbh, like I said, this post isn't to discuss those kind of things. Again, if that is what you believe that is fine, but I don't intend for this thread to sway heavily towards discussion. I'd rather like to stick to the stories as people themselves see them

[silverraven0]

Yeah, my ma live in a somewhat gloomy and (haunted?) house before, and one day, she just heard someone splashing water on the bathroom, but there's nobody there, and because she feels annoyed, she splashed all of the bathroom with water back. XD

Aside from that, it is said that the school where I spend my years before is haunted. The rumour said that it was a cemetery before a hospital were build on top of it, and then its changed to a school. I honestly don't know the real story, though, but peoples have been seeing some paranormal stuff, and when I'm still there, a caretaker on the school hanged himself there (I think he hanged himself. I don't know the detail).

But the déjà vu thing is rather annoying because I get it so often I started to doubt the reality. XD

[Zaboem]

I wouldn't call this a personal story, but I was the first witness to this.

Back in an earlier neolythic age called The Year 2000, I was dating this short dark-haired girl. By dumb luck, we both got jobs working at the same company and performing data entry. This was right before the Dot Com Crash. Shannon was a quirky New Age chick with a spirit guide and a fondness for PBS Kids. She contrasted nicely with my grim skeptical personality.

Shannon decided at one point to stop smoking -- cold turkey. Around this same time, she told me that she was having a reoccurring dream about a young mother and her child. The two were from some unclear historic era, possibly Victorian times. In this dream, the mother is trying to communicate some message to Shannon that she cannot make out.

After two days of smoking withdrawl, Shannon was looking quite groggy at work. She had fought off a migraine earlier that morning, but she didn't feel nor look well. As the work day grew long, Shannon fell more and more into a fog. I would later be told that she had asked her spirit guide to try to help her establish contact with this young mother persona.

Quite suddenly and without any warning, Shannon screamed right there at her cubicle. She suffered what I suspect was a panic attack, and it was the first of her life. Everyone in the space looked at her, but they could see nothing wrong. I helped her to her feet and guided her to the break room. I opened a soft drink from the vending machine and told her to drink it.

I waited for her to catch her breath, then I told Shannon to tell me exactly what was happening. She simply told me that she had learned something very disturbing.

I said, "You screamed in the office a minute ago."

Shannon responded, "You would scream too if you were trapped inside a rotting corpse."

From what I was able to gather, the mother and child were both souls. These souls had someone gotten anchored to their former bodies and had been occupying their graves for generations. With the problem identified, the spirit guide was able to lead them out. The last that I heard, the mom and the guide had a mutual attraction going.

Our manager came into the break room and asked what happened. I simply said, "Shannon quit smoking, and she's having a hell of withdraw."

[Jenny-Toons]

I used to live in my gradmother's house until I was 7 years old.

The place is haunted. She moved into that house in 1971(when my father was still a kiddo), and the house was built in 1947. It was Memorial Day back in 2004, give or take, and my grandmother and father casually mentioned there were ghosts i the house.

As told by them, former owners still lingered, and they'd appear every now and then, like reminders. One apparition was a blonde man, and he often lingered in the basement area. Back then, it was a den area with a couch, and my aunt (my father's sister) had caught him there, just sitting at the couch. She nearly tripped over her cat trying to get back up the stairs.

As for myself, I figured out later in life that I had been playing with a small little girl ghost. Blue dress and long blonde hair, and my father had known as well. Always talked about hearing two sets of footsteps (myself and the little girl's), and hearing two voices when I was playing in my room.

I dunno if the house has ever been blessed, but I doubt it will be anytime soon. As far as I know, nothing demonic or dangerous ever happened with these encounters (I mean, my aunt nearly fell, but that was just her startled outta her mind XD). They're just there, lingering around the place they considered home.