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This isn’t really a ghost story but on a similar theme. My ex’s cousin worked in a care home for the elderly and saw a lot of residents pass away. She told me that she and her coworkers could always tell when somebody was about to die because there would be a weird smell in their room a couple of days before. Not an unpleasant smell, she said it smelled like chocolate. Anytime they went in a residents room and smelled that, the resident would always pass away within the next couple of days. She said it so nonchalantly like it was just an everyday thing but I’d never heard of anything like that and being very skeptical at the time I assumed it was just a superstition, or a rumour that had started and everyone had joined in. But then one day we were at a wedding and she and I got talking to a member of the other family who we’d never met before. This person also worked in a (different) care home so she and my ex’s cousin got onto that topic. My ex’s cousin was saying how she could always sense when a resident was about to die, and without missing a beat the other person said “oh my god yeah that chocolate smell!” Doesn’t sound like much but it really creeped me out at the time to have it corroborated by a stranger.
My ex’s family were all very superstitious and believed in lots of things I was skeptical about, but I think they convinced me to be a lot more open minded about the unknown. My ex’s grandfather had passed away a few years before we met, but the family all believed that he could help them find lost items if they asked him for help. They had a bunch of stories of this happening which, again, I privately thought were just coincidence. One day my ex lost his wallet somewhere in the house and we turned the place upside down looking for it for hours. He decided to drive to his workplace to see if he’d left it there, though he was certain he’d had it since leaving work. While he was gone I sat on the bed and I was so fed up of searching for this wallet that I decided I’d try asking his grandfather for help, thinking it couldn’t hurt to try. I felt a bit silly as I spoke out loud to an empty house. I said hello, told him who I was and that I wished I’d had a chance to meet him, and please could he help us find the wallet. Nothing happened. I laid down on the bed and dozed off while I waited for my ex to get home. When I woke up my ex still wasn’t back, but I sat up and there in the middle of the bedroom floor in plain view was the wallet. We’d searched around every room on our hands and knees and there’s no way we would’ve missed it right there, nor would I have missed it while I was sitting on the bed asking his grandfather to help. It would’ve been right in my line of vision and there was nothing else on the floor. That really rattled me. I still remember the weird mix of fear and excitement in my stomach as I thought to myself … “oh my god it’s real!!”
My ex’s other grandfather died while I was living there. A few weeks after he died, my ex’s grandmother who now lived alone came downstairs one morning and in the middle of the living room floor was his wallet with all the cards spread out around it, ID cards with the photos facing up. Another time we were in the grandmother’s kitchen making pierogies which was a Christmas Eve tradition every year, the whole family got involved and it was the first year without the grandfather there. Potatoes kept flying off the counter onto the floor as if they were being thrown. Everyone said he was just letting us know he was still here.
I have more stories from other times in my life but I’ll save them for another time as this post is getting really long!
My ex’s family were all very superstitious and believed in lots of things I was skeptical about, but I think they convinced me to be a lot more open minded about the unknown. My ex’s grandfather had passed away a few years before we met, but the family all believed that he could help them find lost items if they asked him for help. They had a bunch of stories of this happening which, again, I privately thought were just coincidence. One day my ex lost his wallet somewhere in the house and we turned the place upside down looking for it for hours. He decided to drive to his workplace to see if he’d left it there, though he was certain he’d had it since leaving work. While he was gone I sat on the bed and I was so fed up of searching for this wallet that I decided I’d try asking his grandfather for help, thinking it couldn’t hurt to try. I felt a bit silly as I spoke out loud to an empty house. I said hello, told him who I was and that I wished I’d had a chance to meet him, and please could he help us find the wallet. Nothing happened. I laid down on the bed and dozed off while I waited for my ex to get home. When I woke up my ex still wasn’t back, but I sat up and there in the middle of the bedroom floor in plain view was the wallet. We’d searched around every room on our hands and knees and there’s no way we would’ve missed it right there, nor would I have missed it while I was sitting on the bed asking his grandfather to help. It would’ve been right in my line of vision and there was nothing else on the floor. That really rattled me. I still remember the weird mix of fear and excitement in my stomach as I thought to myself … “oh my god it’s real!!”
My ex’s other grandfather died while I was living there. A few weeks after he died, my ex’s grandmother who now lived alone came downstairs one morning and in the middle of the living room floor was his wallet with all the cards spread out around it, ID cards with the photos facing up. Another time we were in the grandmother’s kitchen making pierogies which was a Christmas Eve tradition every year, the whole family got involved and it was the first year without the grandfather there. Potatoes kept flying off the counter onto the floor as if they were being thrown. Everyone said he was just letting us know he was still here.
I have more stories from other times in my life but I’ll save them for another time as this post is getting really long!
I was going to post about that in here. It's either cursed or great marketing!!
It's weird how some paintings get notoriety. As @Rosie glow said the crying boy is an example. That one was supposed to burn your house down.
My grandma's mother died young and her farther remarried a woman who didn't really want the two children. While not neglected she did the minimum with them. She did have an Aunt Polly who cared more for them. At time when my grandma was ill and to expect the worst she would ramble on about seeing 'aunt Poll' in the corner of the room and become disturbed saying she wasn't ready telling 'aunt Poll' to go away. She would shuffle right to the end of the bed in an attempt to get away from her. She was very ill but did rally round and lived for quite a few more years with one of her daughters who unfortunately had a heart attack and was unable to care for her and she entered a care home. She remembered seeing aunt Poll and would frequently speak about it saying that she knew she had come to take her with her. She wasn't in the home for long. She was found on the floor between her bed and the wall. She was a large lady to not have just slipped between the bed and wall. We all asked, did aunt Poll come for her one last time?
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I've heard before about the chocolate smell of death, it was discussed a few years ago on another forum. One man, a funeral director from the States said he and his colleagues were well aware of this, it was common knowledge with them, nurses and carers etc. His explanation, just his theory, was that it was the body closing down and going through some kind of scientific decomposition and once that process had begun, couldn't be stopped and death was inevitable.
My ex had a granddad who was in his nineties but quite active, played golf daily. We had called around to see him and he had just got in after being out all morning. He said he was putting all his affairs in order, making sure all was how he wanted. All matter of fact, he said 'because I'm dying next week'. He died the following week in his sleep.
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I've heard before about the chocolate smell of death, it was discussed a few years ago on another forum. One man, a funeral director from the States said he and his colleagues were well aware of this, it was common knowledge with them, nurses and carers etc. His explanation, just his theory, was that it was the body closing down and going through some kind of scientific decomposition and once that process had begun, couldn't be stopped and death was inevitable.
My ex had a granddad who was in his nineties but quite active, played golf daily. We had called around to see him and he had just got in after being out all morning. He said he was putting all his affairs in order, making sure all was how he wanted. All matter of fact, he said 'because I'm dying next week'. He died the following week in his sleep.
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Oh that is really interesting - I had wondered if there was a scientific explanation behind it or if it was a more widely known thing, but I couldn’t find anything written about it when I searched online. that was quite a long time ago though so I’ll go looking again!
What is it called? Sounds up our street!
It was discussed on the last page. A few of us have watched it.
All episodes are on iPlayer and it's called. Paranormal: The Girl, the Ghost and the Gravestone.
Oh sorry I’ve downloaded that already having seen it referenced upthread, I didn’t realise this poster was referring to the same programme. I thought it was something else!
Nabbing all the recommendations I can from you lot - I’ve loved the uncanny podcast . Haven’t finished them all yet, summer holidays have meant I can’t listen to it in the car as usual as my 4 year old is with me - not sure it’ll be his bag!
I have spent a few days reading the first thread and now m catching up with this one. I am always fascinated by true ghost stories so thank you everyone who contributed.
I have a few things. Myself and and my family have had a few experiences which I don’t mind relating.
However, I’ve never experienced anything as paralysingly terrifying as this, yet there was nothing to see at all.
I now think the whole things can be put down to was a ‘mass hysteria', but it was awful at the time.
I was fifteen and going to lessons with a Catholic nun (I thought at the time I might become a Catholic, but didn't). Anyhow, I had a crucifix I wore, but also a Rosary that I used at times when saying prayers. (I would call myself ‘spiritual’ nowadays, but I have veered off from organised religion).
So, my parents had booked me to go on a school trip to Wales - like an outward bound course, where you canoe, hike, abseil, do a bit of caving, and when I was packing took the crucifix off because doing all that activity I didn't want it catching on anything.
My younger sister carefully placed my Rosary among my clothes I’d packed. I said I wouldn't need it, but she was insistent that I take it.
The trip was in March, and it was a cold one; we had snow, and there was ice on the canal where we canoed, but it was fun, if tiring.
The group that went was drawn from all our year at school and I didn't know any-one that well; we moved in different friend-groups, but it was actually a very good bonding experience.
The girls slept in two dorms, one on one floor and one on the floor below; same with the boys, and the girls bathroom/showers/toilets were on the landing just below my dorm, next to the other girls dorm.
It was a big old house, as these places tend to be, and if there was any 'atmosphere' to be honest I was too knackered when we returned from our day's activities to notice it.
I think on the third night, some-one told me that the girls from the other dorm were doing an Ouija board, and had been every night.
At that time I didn't really know what that was except vaguely, and didn't take much notice.
At about 6. p.m. I went down to use the bathroom, I was just drying my hands when the door crashed open and two girls came in dragging another. I thought she was ill or having a fit. I'd never seen any-one look quite so white.
Through the babble of semi-hysterical explanations - given more to the male teacher outside the door than me — it transpired that they'd been doing this Ouija board trying to contact the dead mother of one of the boys — whose father was remarrying.
The girl they brought in had started crying, and saying, 'Don't let it get me,' then the glass they were using flew across the room. The girl had got up, run to the door, couldn't open it - neither could any-one else — and collapsed. The commotion bought one of the male teachers and he opened the door, at which point the girls dragged her to the bathroom.
She was still sobbing and crying that something was going to ‘get her’. One of the girls said, ‘Hit her! Snap her out of it!’ And then looked at each other as no-one wanted to so I did. And she fell down. I rode horses then and had quite a good arm, but then she got up and started screaming 'Don't let it get me.' again.
It didn't look as if she could see us at all; she was starting around at things visible only to her.
There was an incredibly horrible atmosphere in the bathroom; it was freezing, which it hadn’t been before, and I got the impression — or image, really — of these horrific ‘things’ circling around and howling and banging on my brain as if it were a door, as if they wanted to get in. I had this image of black space, but things with awful faces and jointed legs and wings all cackling and beating on the outside of my skull.
That feeling was so strong I don't like thinking of it even now. I was absolutely certain that if those 'things' got into my head, I would be lost, that to outward appearances I would be irretrievably mad, and in a mental health facility for the rest of my life.
I felt I was fighting to keep them out.
At bottom, I am quite pragmatic, and more likely to attribute creaky floors to settling wood than ghostly footsteps, but apart from the hysteria, something was not right.
Then I remembered I had a Rosary in my case.
I think I was just remembering films of vampires and crosses and Hammer Horror films! But I blurted out, ‘I’ve got a Rosary upstairs,’ and one of the girls (I learned after that her mother was a Medium) grabbed my arm and said, ‘Get it!’ So I pelted up to my dorm, found it, hared back down and dropped it over the screaming girl’s neck. She gripped it, and went straight down on the floor in a total collapse.
The teacher in the meantime who wouldn’t come into the girls toilets furious. He’d gone to break the glass they’d used for the Ouija board, and find his female colleague to deal with the girls.
The girl got up, very shaky and white but at least she was no longer in hysterics and said ‘It’ had gone. The female teacher took her off.
But it was not a good night, Every-one went around in 'clumps' which is funny to look back on, but no-one wanted to be alone. We had dinner and even the boys asked me if they could borrow my rosary, (In fact I didn’t have it, it was still with the girl). We were all on the public phone in the hall and I actually begged my mum to come and get me as I was so terrified. Obviously she said ‘No.’
It was a wild night. Through the evening, the winds rose. There were blizzards over the mountains, the wind was howling round the old house and no-one could sleep. I remember we were jumping at every creak and little noise.
Then at 12.00 all our alarm clocks went off (we all had one, as we had to be up for breakfast by 7. a.m.)
We all jumped out of our skins screaming ‘Oh my god,’ or words to that effect.
The next day we went out in the vans to go dry slope skiing. On the way, we passed military vehicles, and saw soldiers walking back to them; they'd lost a young soldier doing training the mountains in the blizzard, and his body had been found. Very, very sad, and of course someone said, ‘I bet he died when all our alarms went off.’
It was probably a good thing that our daily activities were so physical that they wore us out, so that we could sleep the remaining nights and not turn into nervous wrecks.
Mass hysteria or no, it was the most petrified I have ever been, because of the strangeness of the fear; there was nothing visible to cause it. It was like being attacked by invisible assailants. I've never felt like that before or since. I never want to again.
A week after we returned and were back at school, the man who was getting remarried hung himself, and his son, who'd been on the trip, found him in the garage
I have a few things. Myself and and my family have had a few experiences which I don’t mind relating.
However, I’ve never experienced anything as paralysingly terrifying as this, yet there was nothing to see at all.
I now think the whole things can be put down to was a ‘mass hysteria', but it was awful at the time.
I was fifteen and going to lessons with a Catholic nun (I thought at the time I might become a Catholic, but didn't). Anyhow, I had a crucifix I wore, but also a Rosary that I used at times when saying prayers. (I would call myself ‘spiritual’ nowadays, but I have veered off from organised religion).
So, my parents had booked me to go on a school trip to Wales - like an outward bound course, where you canoe, hike, abseil, do a bit of caving, and when I was packing took the crucifix off because doing all that activity I didn't want it catching on anything.
My younger sister carefully placed my Rosary among my clothes I’d packed. I said I wouldn't need it, but she was insistent that I take it.
The trip was in March, and it was a cold one; we had snow, and there was ice on the canal where we canoed, but it was fun, if tiring.
The group that went was drawn from all our year at school and I didn't know any-one that well; we moved in different friend-groups, but it was actually a very good bonding experience.
The girls slept in two dorms, one on one floor and one on the floor below; same with the boys, and the girls bathroom/showers/toilets were on the landing just below my dorm, next to the other girls dorm.
It was a big old house, as these places tend to be, and if there was any 'atmosphere' to be honest I was too knackered when we returned from our day's activities to notice it.
I think on the third night, some-one told me that the girls from the other dorm were doing an Ouija board, and had been every night.
At that time I didn't really know what that was except vaguely, and didn't take much notice.
At about 6. p.m. I went down to use the bathroom, I was just drying my hands when the door crashed open and two girls came in dragging another. I thought she was ill or having a fit. I'd never seen any-one look quite so white.
Through the babble of semi-hysterical explanations - given more to the male teacher outside the door than me — it transpired that they'd been doing this Ouija board trying to contact the dead mother of one of the boys — whose father was remarrying.
The girl they brought in had started crying, and saying, 'Don't let it get me,' then the glass they were using flew across the room. The girl had got up, run to the door, couldn't open it - neither could any-one else — and collapsed. The commotion bought one of the male teachers and he opened the door, at which point the girls dragged her to the bathroom.
She was still sobbing and crying that something was going to ‘get her’. One of the girls said, ‘Hit her! Snap her out of it!’ And then looked at each other as no-one wanted to so I did. And she fell down. I rode horses then and had quite a good arm, but then she got up and started screaming 'Don't let it get me.' again.
It didn't look as if she could see us at all; she was starting around at things visible only to her.
There was an incredibly horrible atmosphere in the bathroom; it was freezing, which it hadn’t been before, and I got the impression — or image, really — of these horrific ‘things’ circling around and howling and banging on my brain as if it were a door, as if they wanted to get in. I had this image of black space, but things with awful faces and jointed legs and wings all cackling and beating on the outside of my skull.
That feeling was so strong I don't like thinking of it even now. I was absolutely certain that if those 'things' got into my head, I would be lost, that to outward appearances I would be irretrievably mad, and in a mental health facility for the rest of my life.
I felt I was fighting to keep them out.
At bottom, I am quite pragmatic, and more likely to attribute creaky floors to settling wood than ghostly footsteps, but apart from the hysteria, something was not right.
Then I remembered I had a Rosary in my case.
I think I was just remembering films of vampires and crosses and Hammer Horror films! But I blurted out, ‘I’ve got a Rosary upstairs,’ and one of the girls (I learned after that her mother was a Medium) grabbed my arm and said, ‘Get it!’ So I pelted up to my dorm, found it, hared back down and dropped it over the screaming girl’s neck. She gripped it, and went straight down on the floor in a total collapse.
The teacher in the meantime who wouldn’t come into the girls toilets furious. He’d gone to break the glass they’d used for the Ouija board, and find his female colleague to deal with the girls.
The girl got up, very shaky and white but at least she was no longer in hysterics and said ‘It’ had gone. The female teacher took her off.
But it was not a good night, Every-one went around in 'clumps' which is funny to look back on, but no-one wanted to be alone. We had dinner and even the boys asked me if they could borrow my rosary,
(In fact I didn’t have it, it was still with the girl). We were all on the public phone in the hall and I actually begged my mum to come and get me as I was so terrified. Obviously she said ‘No.’ It was a wild night. Through the evening, the winds rose. There were blizzards over the mountains, the wind was howling round the old house and no-one could sleep. I remember we were jumping at every creak and little noise.
Then at 12.00 all our alarm clocks went off (we all had one, as we had to be up for breakfast by 7. a.m.)
We all jumped out of our skins screaming ‘Oh my god,’ or words to that effect.
The next day we went out in the vans to go dry slope skiing. On the way, we passed military vehicles, and saw soldiers walking back to them; they'd lost a young soldier doing training the mountains in the blizzard, and his body had been found. Very, very sad, and of course someone said, ‘I bet he died when all our alarms went off.’
It was probably a good thing that our daily activities were so physical that they wore us out, so that we could sleep the remaining nights and not turn into nervous wrecks.
Mass hysteria or no, it was the most petrified I have ever been, because of the strangeness of the fear; there was nothing visible to cause it. It was like being attacked by invisible assailants. I've never felt like that before or since. I never want to again.
A week after we returned and were back at school, the man who was getting remarried hung himself, and his son, who'd been on the trip, found him in the garage
Me at night when I first moved in with my boyf who works away all week:
me if a ghost came now, 5 years later:
me if a ghost came now, 5 years later:
Oh my gosh. Wow.I have spent a few days reading the first thread and now m catching up with this one. I am always fascinated by true ghost stories so thank you everyone who contributed.
I have a few things. Myself and and my family have had a few experiences which I don’t mind relating.
However, I’ve never experienced anything as paralysingly terrifying as this, yet there was nothing to see at all.
I now think the whole things can be put down to was a ‘mass hysteria', but it was awful at the time.
I was fifteen and going to lessons with a Catholic nun (I thought at the time I might become a Catholic, but didn't). Anyhow, I had a crucifix I wore, but also a Rosary that I used at times when saying prayers. (I would call myself ‘spiritual’ nowadays, but I have veered off from organised religion).
So, my parents had booked me to go on a school trip to Wales - like an outward bound course, where you canoe, hike, abseil, do a bit of caving, and when I was packing took the crucifix off because doing all that activity I didn't want it catching on anything.
My younger sister carefully placed my Rosary among my clothes I’d packed. I said I wouldn't need it, but she was insistent that I take it.
The trip was in March, and it was a cold one; we had snow, and there was ice on the canal where we canoed, but it was fun, if tiring.
The group that went was drawn from all our year at school and I didn't know any-one that well; we moved in different friend-groups, but it was actually a very good bonding experience.
The girls slept in two dorms, one on one floor and one on the floor below; same with the boys, and the girls bathroom/showers/toilets were on the landing just below my dorm, next to the other girls dorm.
It was a big old house, as these places tend to be, and if there was any 'atmosphere' to be honest I was too knackered when we returned from our day's activities to notice it.
I think on the third night, some-one told me that the girls from the other dorm were doing an Ouija board, and had been every night.
At that time I didn't really know what that was except vaguely, and didn't take much notice.
At about 6. p.m. I went down to use the bathroom, I was just drying my hands when the door crashed open and two girls came in dragging another. I thought she was ill or having a fit. I'd never seen any-one look quite so white.
Through the babble of semi-hysterical explanations - given more to the male teacher outside the door than me — it transpired that they'd been doing this Ouija board trying to contact the dead mother of one of the boys — whose father was remarrying.
The girl they brought in had started crying, and saying, 'Don't let it get me,' then the glass they were using flew across the room. The girl had got up, run to the door, couldn't open it - neither could any-one else — and collapsed. The commotion bought one of the male teachers and he opened the door, at which point the girls dragged her to the bathroom.
She was still sobbing and crying that something was going to ‘get her’. One of the girls said, ‘Hit her! Snap her out of it!’ And then looked at each other as no-one wanted to so I did. And she fell down. I rode horses then and had quite a good arm, but then she got up and started screaming 'Don't let it get me.' again.
It didn't look as if she could see us at all; she was starting around at things visible only to her.
There was an incredibly horrible atmosphere in the bathroom; it was freezing, which it hadn’t been before, and I got the impression — or image, really — of these horrific ‘things’ circling around and howling and banging on my brain as if it were a door, as if they wanted to get in. I had this image of black space, but things with awful faces and jointed legs and wings all cackling and beating on the outside of my skull.
That feeling was so strong I don't like thinking of it even now. I was absolutely certain that if those 'things' got into my head, I would be lost, that to outward appearances I would be irretrievably mad, and in a mental health facility for the rest of my life.
I felt I was fighting to keep them out.
At bottom, I am quite pragmatic, and more likely to attribute creaky floors to settling wood than ghostly footsteps, but apart from the hysteria, something was not right.
Then I remembered I had a Rosary in my case.
I think I was just remembering films of vampires and crosses and Hammer Horror films! But I blurted out, ‘I’ve got a Rosary upstairs,’ and one of the girls (I learned after that her mother was a Medium) grabbed my arm and said, ‘Get it!’ So I pelted up to my dorm, found it, hared back down and dropped it over the screaming girl’s neck. She gripped it, and went straight down on the floor in a total collapse.
The teacher in the meantime who wouldn’t come into the girls toilets furious. He’d gone to break the glass they’d used for the Ouija board, and find his female colleague to deal with the girls.
The girl got up, very shaky and white but at least she was no longer in hysterics and said ‘It’ had gone. The female teacher took her off.
But it was not a good night, Every-one went around in 'clumps' which is funny to look back on, but no-one wanted to be alone. We had dinner and even the boys asked me if they could borrow my rosary,
It was a wild night. Through the evening, the winds rose. There were blizzards over the mountains, the wind was howling round the old house and no-one could sleep. I remember we were jumping at every creak and little noise.
Then at 12.00 all our alarm clocks went off (we all had one, as we had to be up for breakfast by 7. a.m.)
We all jumped out of our skins screaming ‘Oh my god,’ or words to that effect.
The next day we went out in the vans to go dry slope skiing. On the way, we passed military vehicles, and saw soldiers walking back to them; they'd lost a young soldier doing training the mountains in the blizzard, and his body had been found. Very, very sad, and of course someone said, ‘I bet he died when all our alarms went off.’
It was probably a good thing that our daily activities were so physical that they wore us out, so that we could sleep the remaining nights and not turn into nervous wrecks.
Mass hysteria or no, it was the most petrified I have ever been, because of the strangeness of the fear; there was nothing visible to cause it. It was like being attacked by invisible assailants. I've never felt like that before or since. I never want to again.
A week after we returned and were back at school, the man who was getting remarried hung himself, and his son, who'd been on the trip, found him in the garage
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I can't bring myself to try Ouija etc because I have heard it's definitely not something to play with. I'm not religious/as in churchy, but believe there's something powerful out there. I watched a video a few months ago of a catholic priest exorcist talking to a presenter about their experiences. I did not sleep for a week. The gist was they believe the d evil is out there waiting to pray upon people and playing Ouija is asking for trouble, people being possessed etc. I'm not sure what i personally believe but I know of i was one of you on that trip and I saw that happen I think I would have either pooped myself or fainted
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Here’s a story about the haunted painting! Who would dare to buy it after reading this?
I remember reading that playing with one of those boards was like living in a big city and leaving your door open all day and night. People might just wander in and some of those won’t be nice.The gist was they believe the d evil is out there waiting to pray upon people and playing Ouija is asking for trouble, people being possessed etc. I'm not sure what i personally believe but I know of i was one of you on that trip and I saw that happen I think I would have either pooped myself or fainted
I am not particularly religious at all but I think that historied names have an energetic power: Jesus, Buddha, Lucifer, Allah, etc because so many millions of people over the centuries have devoted prayer and thought toward them. If a priest completely believes that the power of Christ can vanquish a demon well, it probably will.
Also, the mind is very powerful. If someone goes into using an Ouija board or goes to a seance or haunted house and thinks something terrifying will happen, then the mind will do an excellent job of convincing them that it does. Others will treat them like parlour games and think it’s all a bit of a laugh. I did speak to someone who said a man they knew ended up institutionalised for life as using an Ouija had driven him completely mad and something had ‘taken him over.’ Who knows if it‘s true?
I was the most terrified I have ever been and so was everyone involved, and no, I wouldn’t use a Ouija because I know I would convince myself something awful would happen even if it was a load of nonsense and who needs more stress? All I can say is that feeling of their being demons attacking was very real at the time.
When I got home from the trip, my mother related something that had happened to her years before.
A few weeks after her father died she was driving home when she decided to stop at a church along the way to sit quietly and say a prayer.
The church has a long narrow path leading from the village street and so she parked and walked along the path.
It was a lovely summer day, no hint of anything in the air. However, when she got to the church door she was instantly overwhelmed by a feeling of utter malevolence, and described it as if she was being attacked by horrible, unhuman shrieking things that were all around her.
She ran back up the path to the car in full flight mode with her arms over her head as if to ward these things off internally shouting ‘God help me!’ When she got in the car, the feeling vanished but she drove home feeling so shaken that she got herself a tot of brandy which wasn’t usual, as she hated the stuff.
She didn’t tell me until I was home after the school trip, as she didn’t want to scare me even more, but what she described was exactly what I’d experienced.
I like old churches and graveyards and find them very peaceful but I’ve never visited that one and although it’s not that far away, I’ll give it a miss.
Love this thread, it's fascinating!! I've had several strange experiences.
I was making dinner one day and I set a bowl of potato peelings on a soft-bottomed tray onto the kitchen counter (so no way the bowl should have been able to move, the whole thing was pretty secure). Went to do something at the microwave for a few moments and when I turned back, the bowl was hovering *upside down* in the middle of the kitchen. (The tray was still in place). It stayed there in mid-air for a few seconds until I screamed and *then* it finally dropped.
About a decade or so ago now, I was walking the dog we had at the time through my husband's uncle's field's. I looked up and noticed a man I didn't recognise, walking about 20 feet above me, from right to left. I wasn't sure where he'd come from, I could only surmise that he'd gotten into the field from the road somewhere. But from where he was, other than coming towards me (which he didn't) his other choices were to turn right or turn left into other fields, both of which I'd have full views of in a matter of moments. I walked to the vantage point where I could see into both fields... and he had totally vanished. There was *nowhere* else he could have gone and both fields were too large for him to have crossed before I got there. (Especially walking with a boisterous dog on the lead!)
I was chilling in my room alone one day - no TV or radio on and this was the days before Alexa - and I heard a woman say "Hello?" clear as day. I live in the middle of nowhere but I still got up to check that someone hadn't come to the house - nothing.
Was on my way home from a Halloween party with my best friend, it was like 3am and I saw a mist figure shaped *just* like a human being - they looked just like they were about to step off the pavement on to the road. It was uncanny!
I was making dinner one day and I set a bowl of potato peelings on a soft-bottomed tray onto the kitchen counter (so no way the bowl should have been able to move, the whole thing was pretty secure). Went to do something at the microwave for a few moments and when I turned back, the bowl was hovering *upside down* in the middle of the kitchen. (The tray was still in place). It stayed there in mid-air for a few seconds until I screamed and *then* it finally dropped.
About a decade or so ago now, I was walking the dog we had at the time through my husband's uncle's field's. I looked up and noticed a man I didn't recognise, walking about 20 feet above me, from right to left. I wasn't sure where he'd come from, I could only surmise that he'd gotten into the field from the road somewhere. But from where he was, other than coming towards me (which he didn't) his other choices were to turn right or turn left into other fields, both of which I'd have full views of in a matter of moments. I walked to the vantage point where I could see into both fields... and he had totally vanished. There was *nowhere* else he could have gone and both fields were too large for him to have crossed before I got there. (Especially walking with a boisterous dog on the lead!)
I was chilling in my room alone one day - no TV or radio on and this was the days before Alexa - and I heard a woman say "Hello?" clear as day. I live in the middle of nowhere but I still got up to check that someone hadn't come to the house - nothing.
Was on my way home from a Halloween party with my best friend, it was like 3am and I saw a mist figure shaped *just* like a human being - they looked just like they were about to step off the pavement on to the road. It was uncanny!
I'm quite sure it's called "genetic resonance".There is medical evidence that we share cells with at least our mother due to sharing a cardiovascular system during pregnancy. I love that
This is very true about religious names being powerfull
My dad is a Jehovah’s Witness and he told me if ever I’m scared and think there is anything supernatural going on then to shout out loud ‘in the name of Jehovah go away!’
They don’t like the name Jehovah and it’s supposed to be very powerfull
A person I used to work with told me that too
when we had really weird and creepy things going on in workI'm absolutely loving this thread! I have no stories to relate that I haven't explained away in my head. I'm an absolute believer in other worldly things but am also sceptical, I'd need a ghost to tap my on the shoulder and introduce itself before I was truly convinced . I will still gleefully keep going on ghost walks, ghost hunts and being a little bit jealous of some of your experiences while I wait for my own.
. I will still gleefully keep going on ghost walks, ghost hunts and being a little bit jealous of some of your experiences while I wait for my own.Every time I hear 'Jehovah' it makes me think of The Life of Brian.
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