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Originally posted by Catch_a_Fire
I used to live a house where loads of strange things would happen. The kettle would boil (on its own), footsteps were heard up and down the stairs, things would go missing, cigarettes would get broke up, doors would open and there wouldnt be anyone behind them. Neighbours would say they'd seen someone looking out of a window and using the lights when we were all out.
The even weirder thing is, eight year after we'd moved out i'd been invited back to the same house for a party and there was a table full of people all talking about similar events that were still happening there.
Originally posted by tappy
reply to post by theflamingswan92
Okay... *looks around nervously* the stuff I have to share isn't about ghosts but I think they're paranormal (I certainly can't explain them for sure).
Tappy's unexplained experience #1:
When I was younger, maybe about eleven or twelve I guess, I was out cycling with my family one day. It was probably quite early in the morning (we used to set out on cycle rides about 6am if it was nice weather).
Anyway, there was nothing odd or different about this cycle ride, at least not at first. But as we cycled through a town not too far from where we lived, there was one point on the road where something happened that I remember even to this day.
We were passing some parked cars and as we passed by a red car, I accidentally got too close somehow (I was a bit wobbly at times) and my handlebars connected with the wing mirror of this car. I heard the smash of the mirror glass and felt the impact... but as I turned around to see what I'd done, I saw... nothing. No smashed mirror, no scratched paint, no car damage whatsoever.
Upset, and still convinced that I'd done something wrong, I asked my family but they knew nothing about it - hadn't heard anything, hadn't seen anything.
I know what I saw, heard and felt - the impact happened, I know it did. But for reasons I don't quite understand, there was no damage there when I looked.
I sometimes wonder if that's where my interest in parallel / multiple worlds comes from, because one explanation could be that after it happened, I 'jumped' into another timeline where there was no collision.
Tappy's unexplained experience #2:
Again this happened when I was younger, maybe twelve or thirteen at this time. I was running home from the school bus, and I tripped and fell - but as I began to fall, time slowed right down. I was aware of every nuance of falling toward the ground (although I couldn't or didn't know how to prevent the fall or cushion the blow) until the moment I hit the ground, when time suddenly went back to 'normal' speed, and there I was lying on the ground with grazed knees and palms.
Tappy's unexplained experience #3:
I think this must have been around same age as above because of the house I was living in at the time, but I'm not sure of the exact year. Anyway, my family were all sitting down to watch the Grand National horse race. I think this was the first time I'd watched it.
At the start of the programme there was a segment where they were showing each horse and rider that was going to be in the race. I wasn't particularly interested in any one horse (we weren't betting on them or anything like that) but I remember one horse, kind of white or dappled in colour, and when it came on the screen I felt an intense, unexplainable feeling of sadness, to the point where I actually wanted to cry. I didn't feel anything like this for any of the other horses.
During the race this particular horse fell and had to be put down.
Ok, that's maybe enough for now. I have a couple more (not as interesting as the above) but I'll save 'em for now
Originally posted by ItsAgentScully
reply to post by theflamingswan92
I made a thread about my longest running experience: www.abovetopsecret.com... Though currently there hasn't been much activity, identities are still speculated.
The only other one that stands out is a visit to the San Gabriel Mission in California.
It was a hot summer day and the church was warm, but not as warm as outside.Everything in the building is original and all came over on ships from Spain centuries ago. The only things that have been modified were the ceiling tiles as they fell apart with age. It was relatively warm and I was sitting in one of the pews, alone in person and with my thoughts. A few minutes later i notice the sudden temperature change. There were no air conditioners or drafts, no wind that day. The air was still. Yet i was cold, very cold as it seemed to keep dropping.I stared over at the altar, thinking again and admiring the statues of the archangel and various saints(im not a religious, but the artwork was phenomenal for that time). A few minutes later i note a presence and something sitting near me. Nope, still alone. I felt a pressure on my arm but remained still and waited. I emptied my mind and it seemed to grow stronger and watched my hair move in a sudden draft. But suddenly, it was gone. A friend of mine walked in(i had been waiting for her) and didn't notice anything odd at first. When she walked over to sit next to me she stopped and gave me the funniest look. According to her, the closer she got to me the colder the room felt and the more uncomfortable she became. She touched my arm and my skin was cold like ice. She was spooked so we left shortly after.The mission founders are buried beneath the floor and all the others in the graveyard, literally right outside the church door.