reply to post by sled735
Okay, here is my answer. I don't seem to be a beacon for paranormal activity and I am not even certain that my experiences were paranormal, but here
When I was about three years old (I don't generally have any memory from that long ago, but this one is crystal clear), I was playing in the basement
of our house. I had a little table and was pretending it was my camp. My dad was a trophy hunter at the time, so there were lots of stuffed animals
around. Anyway, I had put a blanket over the table. I decided that it was going to be night time. I went to the switch, flicked it off, and made the
dash for my "tent." Just as I got inside, the table began to shake violently, the legs jumping off the floor. In a terror, I raced back to the light
switch and turned it on. There was nobody there but me.
When I was somewhere between 10 and 12 years old, I was home sick. My parents decided to go to town. As I wasn't feeling well, I asked to stay home
alone. Off they went, and I lay down on my bed to rest. I began to hear little sounds, not sure what they were, but they seemed to be coming from the
hallway outside my bedroom. There was no door on my room, just the openning out into the hallway. I looked out my door from my bed and saw a slight
figure, shorter than I was, come into view and look into my bedroom. It was all over green and had a rather large, round head. It's features were
sharp and seemed too small for the size of it's head (something like Little Face from Dick Tracey). It's ears were pointed and swept back. I don't
remember if it was wearing any clothing. It looked right at me and then went back towards the hall and disappeared from my view. As soon as it did, I
jumped out of my bed and ran out into the hallway. Nothing was there. I went to my dad's gun rack and got my .22, loaded it and ran back to my bed
with it. I could hear the sounds again (I'm at a loss to describe it, whispering, maybe? Chattering?) As I sat on my bed with my gun, the figure
appeared from around my door frame again. It didn't come right out, just far enough to see me. I noticed then that there were more, same description,
but much smaller that also peeked at me. I decided that if any of them came into my room, I would shoot. This went on for a while, me on the bed, them
peeking. Then about ten minutes before my parents, brother and sister came home, they dissapeared and I never saw anything like it again. I sometimes
wonder if this even might have been fever induced. I don't really know.
Next. I was into my teens, maybe 16 or so. My friends and I were at a protestent church and the preacher and some deacons were with this street guy
that had come in during the service. They were praying for him and at some point they began trying to cast a demon out of him. He started making
strange sounds and puking. We were asked to leave and as we were about to go, a chair that was on the other side of the room moved about four feet
across the floor. After that, I can assue you that my friends and I left, post haste.
Finally, when I was about 25 or so, I was in training. Our barracks slept 32, 16 pits, or two beds with a bit of floor between them. The next pit's
bed was right along side the other with a two foot by two foot plywood board between where our pillows were. We called this the snore board. Anyway,
one night I dreamed about the banshee, wailing and crying. The next morning, I told my snore board partner about my dream. He told me that he had also
dreamed about the banshee. We thought it a strange coincidence. Later that afternoon, he received a call telling him that his grandmother had died
that morning. She was a Flanagan.
I have not heard any similar stories from any of my family members, although I do know that my younger sister has always suffered from terrible
nightmares through childhood up to the present.
Anyway, that's it. I think this answers the OP's question as well as satisfying those who were interested in the details.
EDIT: Actually, I remember my mother had a dream once where whe was told any ticket she bought that day would be a winner. She bought a few raffle
tickets that day. She won on every one of them. We have all wished since then that she would have bought a lotto ticket..
edit on 2012/2/23 by
jroberts227 because: Spelling and additional information