Did you have childhood paranormal experiences?

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Clinical diagnosis is fine to a point. But when there's physical proof, it starts to look like something else like mind control programs or supposedly aliens or reptilians. The Catholic Church might say possessions. Even they are skeptical of many claims. My earlist recall of the one phone call was I believe was the age of three. One reason is the photos of me with one black eye on the left side of my face and cheek.

I've recalled having had x-rays more than once that showed some type of skull implants in the back of my head about even I guess with my eyes?

I had an x-ray not too long ago that showed some other implants for a hernia surgery by supposed aliens. Instead of some material patch, these were about 5 or 6 ring type jewelry clasps. It ripped open last year and I had to have surgery. They said nothing about the implants, but the surgery took a few hours longer than it should have. IDK, I guess they were doing other tests.



[edit on 6-8-2009 by aleon1018]

had a lots experiences, but the main thing that stands out is the amount of astral projections, flying and hovering on the ceiling. I use to fly over and around places I would go the next day...

Yes I did. I saw the ghost of an old woman when I was 10. She told me to leave her house. She lived there before me. I was not scared at all.
As a child I would see apperations at night. I once saw the ghosts of snakes from when my house used to be indian land.
As a child I could move small objects with my mind. I could cause the phone to ring, make people come over to me and communicate in my mind.
One day my neice was staring at something. She told me she was moving something and pointed to a recycle box across the road. Suddenly out of nowhere a gust of wind picked up the box. She told me she moved it. Then the wind when back to normal when she walked off.

Many years ago, when I was about 16 or 17, I was semi-asleep in my bed.

The bed was positioned in the room such that there was a 1 or 1.5 foot space between the right side of the bed and the far wall with a window (bed couldn't cover up the air vent in the floor).

Anyhow, asleep/semi-asleep. Been watching telly in my room and drifted off, so the telly was on but no sound (broadcasting finished).

I was lying on my right side, on the right side of the bed facing the far wall as I mentioned earlier. Well, I start to wake up and can feel my pillow being 'dragged' or pulled towards that gap between the bed and the wall. I know it's not me doing it and I can feel how the far edge of the pillow is shaped like a hand has grasped it, if you can imagine what I mean.

Instantly I know this isn't "normal" and panic sets in. But in my mind I'm thinking, "Well, I don't want to let [whatever] know I'm awake", so I try a mid-sleep-rollover to my other side, away from the right side of the bed towards the left side of the bed.

As I do that, and the pillow still being pulled towards the gap, a very distinct, mottley grey shape leaps over the bed and towards the left side and gone. I noticed this with my eyes semi open as I rolled from right to left.

At this point i faked being asleep and was practically weeing myself in fear, not knowing what the hell just happened. Didn't move or make a sound. I eventually fell asleep and woke up in the morning feeling really quite on edge. No explanation of what it was or what happened, no evidence no markings, etc.


So - what happened? I have no idea. I certainly don't think it was aliens. To be perfectly honest, I'm going to have to accept the real possibility I dreamed it, tho I am almost positive I was awake for this. I'm about 97% sure of this.

Was I ill? Did I have some low electrolytes, low blood sugar or low blood pressure, dehydrated, etc? No idea. Quite possibly and quite likely.

Funny thing is, I still recall it to this day, vividly and with some fear. I still recall noticing this grey, humanoid shape had no 'face' -- it was just blank. Wierd.

Anyhow, that's my story and I'm sticking to it. As I mentioned, I have no evidence or proof and am more than happy to accept it was all in my head. Still felt very very real tho.

[edit on 6-8-2009 by noonebutme]

[edit on 6-8-2009 by noonebutme]

When I was between 2 and 8 we lived in a home that was haunted. My mother was a very psychic woman didn't pass onto me , se was pretty scary lol. Anyways, she used to use a quiji board all the time too....by herself. Her whole life she has experienced paranormal activity so it seemed that where ever we were, strange things seemed to follow.

So this house.... strange things would happen all the time. Doors opening and closing, the feeling of hands grabbing your heels while sitting on the couch, mysterious shadows of a tall man walking through the halls etc.

One night while I was in bed, my door started to slowly open so I covered my head in the sheets (thought it was protective). Through the sheet I could see an arm and hand coming closer and closer to my head as if to pull the blanket off. I closed my eyes in fear then when I opened them again a minute later, it was gone.

I remember having the most horrifying, realistic dreams when I was between 3 and 5 of things I had not ever been exposed to before (violent and bloody)

Apparently there was a construction worker who died while building the house.

NO picture ever turned out in that house without some sort of dark shadow in it. Theres one of my sisters and I sitting around a chair at Christmas and in the chair you can faintly make out a shadowy face and figure sitting in the chair. Ill look for it and post it if I can find it.

Oh the list goes on of strange and scary instances.

One night while my oldest sister was babysitting, we were all in the living room and between that and the hallway to the kitchen there was a large piece of translucent glass. Our dog started growling and then a shadow of the tall man started walking slowly towards the living room. The dog became very agitated and the figure turned around and walked back towards the kitchen. The dog chased after it barking and growling stopping at the top of the stairs to the basement. He sat there growling for over an hour then my parents came home....dog wouldn't move until my father checked things out and found nothing.

To this day I get chills down my spine whenever I think about that place.

Ill post a few more stories about the place a little later when Im not at work.

I was 14 when I had, what I consider to be one of my more significant paranormal experiences. My parents went out of town for vacation, and my brother and I hosted a party. We drank hard liquor, which was usually Crème De Menthe or Amaretto, or whatever we could steal from our parents’ liquor cabinet, without them noticing. To the best of my recollection, we drank some off brand of whiskey called, “Fighting Cock”, which, by the way became the catch phrase for this event. The drinking ended early in the morning. I remember very little about the night, except that I huddled up on the living room floor near the fireplace, to fall asleep, only to awaken with vivid memories of a dream about a fire. When I sat up, I looked around the room, littered with partygoers, all of whom were asleep. I turned towards the fireplace and saw an image in the flames that was both peaceful and terrifying. I remember screaming and crying, but in my memory, I was dreaming that this was happening, and that everyone around me was still asleep. It seemed like it only lasted for a split second.

In actuality, it went on for like 10 minutes, apparently I was chanting and screaming, incoherently. I kept saying “crash” and “fire” and lots of bizarre things that were really out of character. Elle, was a year older and one of my brother’s good friends, consoled me, and we became very good friends after this party. She told me more about that evening than anyone else, because she didn’t really drink much. “My” episode was talked about a lot, especially at parties, where people would joke and ask me if I was going to flip out and start “speaking in tongues”.

Four years later, I was a senior in high school. I was getting ready to leave for co-op work duty, when I heard our town’s emergency siren that would alert volunteer responders, in the small town where we lived. They were responding to the call for my friend, Elle, she was killed in a head on collision, just a few miles out of town. She and another single car driver were killed instantly in the crash, her vehicle, was completely incinerated by fire.

Two weeks before the crash, Elle visited me at school, without warning. I skipped out of my accounting class and we walked around the school. There were these inspirational, news, public service announcement posters lining the corridors. This particular monthly edition focused on drug and alcohol addiction, with a focus on 60’s musicians, all Elle’s favorite’s; Jim Morrison, Janis Joplin, and Jimmy Hendricks, all who died, according to her “way too young”. I remember she commented on each and every poster, and after spending nearly an hour reading and discussing the posters and life, and how short life is, she left. I was at peace, but filed with an incredible feeling of loss. That was the last time I saw her, alive.

My grandmother told me that after my biological father passed away (when I was three) that we were all sitting at the dinner table eating, and I jumped up and ran to the window and started saying "what Daddy" "oh ok daddy". Then I came back to the table and continued eating like nothing happened. She said that it was the eeriest thing she ever seen.. I thought it was weird because she don't believe in the paranormal..

When I was around 6 years old(maybe younger, I can't remember for sure), I was playing in my room when what I can only describe as a shadowman came into my room. It had long fingers, red eyes, a robed-figure, and was just pure black. It looked at me, said "Go" and I ran screaming from the room to my mom who was downstairs. We went up to my room, and nothing was there; my window was open, and that was it.

The thing is, though, my window was nearly painted shut; my parents could open, but I couldn't because it was so difficult to open. They never left the window open when I was alone because my room was on the second floor and the window had no screen.

I thought this was all a dream until I was 12 or so and brought it up when we were talking about dreams; which is when my mom corrected me and said that it really did happen(and the window WAS inexplicably open).

I can still see that figure like it was yesterday.

As a baby I babbled to and looked at people who were not present, so much that my family noticed I wasn't looking at them or talking to them and convinced themselves that I was talking to angels. I don't remember this.
I had an imaginary friend named Christine who I vividly remember being a young girl, maybe 5-7 yrs old with short curly dark brown hair and freckles. We left her at Tops one time and I made my mom drive back and open the door to let her in the car.
At 6 years old I saw a.) clear as day skeletons dancing on my wall b.) a tiny see through craft made of static electricity come into my room and land on my dresser. Both times I ran into my parents room screaming; we both remember. I know these things sound nuts, but I remember them so well.
Maybe 10/11 years old I spent the night at my aunt's house often, in her guest room. I always Always had a feeling that someone else was in there with me, watching or trying to talk to me especially near the closet where the head of the bed was. A few years later my aunt had a baby whose nursery took the place of the guest room. When he became old enough to babble, she heard him talking over the baby intercom thing. She thought nothing of it until hearing a woman's voice. She ran into the room to see her son looking towards the closet, babbling, and trying to look around her when she stepped in his line of sight. She's the only woman who lived in the house at that time.
I had premonitions when I was 12/13 that occurred the next day.
Nothing since. I hit puberty at 10 (I think this is relevant).
My whole life (including currently) whenever someone is worried/thinking about me I hear them say my name. This was proved to me when I went through a very mentally unstable time and for three minutes in alone in my room I heard five different people say my name.

[edit on 7-8-2009 by pandoralayn]

when i was 8yrs old i was mitching school( not going )..
i lived less than a hundred meters from the wades factory ( they make ornaments etc. )
they had a very large shed inwhich they kept hundreds of tons of fine white sand, it was like a massive beach indoors.. (as a kid we always played in there)
anyway i was in there on my own playing on the long rope swing we had put up earlier and was swinging and jumping off into the sand...

after 30 mins or so i noticed a man was watching me and thinking it was a worker from the factory i ran and climbed back out through the hole in the cast iron side of the warehouse and ran for the fence..
climbing under the chain link fence i glanced back to see the man again standing watching me...
after the fence i ran down the alley way to the back of my house and climbed in through the coal chute door ( all slum housing had a coal chute and outside toilet..
after i got through i turned and stuck my head out to see if he had followed me and was scared #less to see him standing in the alley way again watching me
i tryed the back door of my house and it was locked , the toilet had no lock but was useless to hide in so i hid in the coal bunker ..
after a few minutes i decided to lift the coal bunker lid a little to peek out..
there again stood the man but this time he was just stirring at the house so i lowed the lid and lay there terrified he would find me and tell my dad i was in the ware house... what seam like ages passed before i looked again and was pleased to see the man had gone.. the strange thing about this stor is that i never seen the man move-walk-anything, it was if he was a cardboard cut out that moved when you didnt look at him... i never seen or heard him climb the fence or open the back gate to my house.. no footsteps where heard.. it still gives me the creeps when i go past the old factory that in now in ruins..... the factory was wades in watson street portadown n.ireland.. my house was in florence court just beside it.. i was also looking at old portadown pictures on the web and a man in one of the pictures looks just like the one who chased me..

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when I was a little boy, about 5

went up to an old Tauri temple mount, in Crimea,

on the way there talked to some ball lightning, it asked some questions, merged with my mind,

parents said for the next two weeks I was talking about things that interested adults which a child should not know.

After loseing a child to sids I moved to another state. (Arizona ) and was expecting again. I missed my childhood dr who had delivered my deceased child. One night about 1 am I awoke. My Dr was standing at the end of my bed just as clear as possible. He told me not to worry , He would be there to help with the delivery. And he had to go take care of my first son he called by name. We talked about ten minuets I looked at the clock when he left. The next day I phoned my mother in Colorado. I told her what happened she asked a lot of details then I went about my day. That night my father phoned asking to speak to my husband. He did not want to upset me. Long story short My Dr had died in Colorado exactly 6 minuets before I saw him. I might add the delivery took 15 minuets the new Dr failed to arrive. A mid wife inn street clothes caught the baby she came so fast.
I have alwaye know when something s happening, Or reach for the phone before it rings. As my children grew I have been able to just find them sorta on auto pilot. I found one daughter off a cliff in the mountains by feeling only. Another time I woke about 3 am I felt my 2nd son pass through me. I phoned the police asking where my 2nd son was. Dispatch replied hang on we will patch you thro. He was in a car that slid under a semi. I think he was afraid he would die and I felt his soul pass through me. He was fine. Now I am in my 50s it is not as often as before. But still there.
I am a first time poster . Hope this makes sence

I had an 'imaginary friend', as an adult I can describe him as looking like a small demon or devil. He had red eyes that would stay lit at night in my room or outside my window. He inticed me to do things that would result in my being hurt, or getting in trouble. He dissappeared from my life somewhere around 7yrs old. Once my cousin saw him while spending the summer with us in Fla.

I have always had vivid and and at times premonitional dreams, as long as I can remember.

I had a fun little childhood ....

I posted about it years ago;

And my life got busy, my parents sold the house two years ago and I haven't had much opportunity to really meet and greet the new inhabitants; though I might one day.. anyways here is the link to my thread discussing it if you want to peruse..

www.abovetopsecret.com...


they sold the house to a young australian couple.. I will have a chat with them next summer perhaps even invite myself in and get a "feel" for the place.

I can remember a few things.

As a child, up until about the age of 7 or 8, I used to sleep with my bedroom door open. I remember on numerous occasions lying in bed facing my door and what I used to call "little men" poking their head around the corner and looking into my room.

I do not recall them ever coming in, and I can not fully recall what they looked like, I just remember that they would be up against the wall in the hall and poke their head into my room as if they were watching me... Why they were watching me I am not sure.

I was not always afraid when I saw these "little men" but sometimes I was. There was a bathroom directly across the hall from my old room. I got into the habit of leaving the light on in there at night. The light would shine right into my room... sort of like a night light and it was very comforting... Some how I just knew that as long as that light was on, they would not come... And they never did when I had the light on.

I could share the UFO experience I had when I was about 7 but I do not think that is what the OP is asking for so I will omit that one.

I used to see ghosts all the time.. or what I assume were ghosts... some kind of spirit anyway.

I remember very vividly, when I was about 4, I was in my living room sitting on the floor in front of the couch. My mom and aunt were on the couch talking. Suddenly this rather large "shadow man" walked across the room. The arms and legs were not moving as it might if it were walking. It was just a "shadow man" sort of... gliding across the room.

I remember looking up at my mom and aunt to see how they were reacting to it and to figure out whether or not I should be afraid. They did not even seem to notice it, so I just assumed everything was OK and went about my business. I never saw this "shadow person" again though...

At around the age of 7, I was in that same house playing hide and seek with my sister and dad. I went into my room to hide. My bed had about a foot of space between the wall so I hid there.

While I was hiding, the light in that room went out... It scared me a bit but I kept hiding. After another minute or so, a pair of shoes that I had on top of a shelf and pushed far back scooted completely off the shelf and fell to the floor.

Needless to say I was done hiding and ran out of that room really fast. really that about sums up the events that happened to me as a child... Or rather the ones that fit within the confines of this thread... I will save those for another day.

Peace and love

GST



[edit on 11-8-2009 by gimme_some_truth]

At the age of seven or eight, my mom told me recently that I would complain of voices talking to me as I went to sleep. I wasn't scared of them, apperantly the voices were telling me things about religion, because when we went to this hill for a party, I spent the entire time staring at a statue of jesus christ...and thats weird, because now I am not religous. It just facinated me.
My mom documented the voices like wrote , put them in a safe and looked back a couple years to try and dig them out, but they had vanished myseriously.

when i was about 10 yrs old my mum used to put me -my 9 yrs old brother-8 yr old sister all to bed at the same time...
being a small house the bedrooms where small and me and my brother slept in the same bed..
we where given 5 mins to get into bed before the light was turned out..
when the light was turned out my sister came and got into bed with us because she said she was scared...
so my brother and i stared to make fun of her saying theres a ghost etc..
i was sitting up in bed with my sister between me and my brother teasing her about ghosts when to my horror a face of a girl which seamed to have skeleton features and black hair came floating from the landing outside my bedroom door and into the doorway of my bedroom..
i dived down under the blankets and was screaming at the top of my voice for my mum to turn the light on and come quick..
thinking something was wrong she raced up the stairs where i was so scared i took an asthma attack and had to go to hospital for the night..
in bed that night i was woken by my brother digging his elbow in me and nipping me , he said the heads back and its at the bottom of the bed , i then noticed he had pulled his legs up into a ball leaving mine still down where the head was..
i said right im going to make a run for the light and he said he would run with me, i jumped out of bed and ran and turned the light on turning to see something black move down and under the bottom of the bed.. i also noticed that my brother tricked me and stayed in bed .
my mum came up again because i was shouting that something was under the bed but nothing was found..
my bother said that he woke up because he said his feet where really cold and he sat up to pull the blankets over his feet when he seen the head floating above the bottom of the bed...

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that night my parents where in bed when my mother was woken by my sister standing at my mothers side of the bed asking her can she get into bed with her and dad because she was cold..
my mum half asleep said comeon get in and pulled the blankets back and my sister climbed in..
as my mum laid down she felt extreme cold from my sister and my father woke up shouting what the f*ck is that , complaining about the cold thing that just touched him..
he turned on the table light to find my sister was not there..
my mum explained what just happened and the went int my sisters room to discover she was asleep..
my mum reckons it was my other sister who died before i was born who was still coming to the house and it was she who scared me and my bro for teasing my sister and it was her who got into bed with them...

my mum had a nervous breakdown shortly after the incident and smashed every window \ mirror tv and anything that she could she a reflection in..
our house looked like it was bombed...
it was months before she came home

When I was a young lad from about about five to about ten years old I used to have terrifying nightmares and used sleepwalk on a regular basis. My mum took me to the doctors a few times she was that worried. My mum and dad used to find me at the bottom of the stairs in the dark talking gibberish, which used to freak my mum out.
I cant remember seeing anything but my mum to this day says I used to see an old lady. I could have been dreaming that. My gran used to say I would grow out of it and it was because my star sign was pisces that I attracted 'things'.
What I am sure about, terrified me and still gives the shivers thinking about it even now, is that the house, especially my mums bedroom gave off the most frightening aura, It was almost a tangible force sometimes. I would run past the bottom of the stairs and would'nt even dare to look up them. Just glad I had a brother and a dog to share a bedroom with.
My worst day was one saturday afternoon when i was at home alone and could just not stay in the house I was so scared, a presence just forced me out. I sat outside for 3 hours waiting for my mum to come home from work. Still can't believe it happed in broad daylight.
I definately believe that the older you get the less tuned in you get. As I got passed about ten years old the feelings slowly subsided, along with the nightmares and sleepwalking. Even so I was relieved when we finally moved to a 'normal' house when I was 17.
If I felt that presence again I seriously think it could scare me so much I could turn into a screamiing wreck. No exaggeration.
I still have quite a few camp fire tales that have happened to me since, that gives a few friends the shivers now and then, but to me they are'nt what I would call scary after my previous experiences.

Nothing big as seeing ghosts or communicating with spirits from me, but im always getting a sense of deja vu it seems. Usually my dreams contain a premonition or a vision of what is to come. I can remember most of them after it happens. Sometimes its a very specific thing that happens to me, or a key object that will appear in the upcoming day.

Either way the dream goes, if i remember it clearly then its probably going to happen, or that object is bound to show up in my conscious life. None of these "premonitions" or "Visions" are ever anything important
as to a world scale, but smaller as a regular daily life event.

Ive experienced this for most of my life now(as long as i can remember), and can accurately distinguish between a normal dream and premonition before it manifests into reality. Im 20 now, and this hasnt slowed down as far as i can tell. Hopefully its only uphill from here on.