posted on Oct, 22 2012 @ 05:02 PM
In recent years, I've experienced some events, for which, I have no natural explanation. I'll present them here, and would you please be the judge
of what you think they are, and whether you think they're related?
1. I lived in a two-story house, in which the kitchen and the master bedroom suite were in the back and a long, high staircase was in the front. On a
Sunday afternoon, I was napping in the master bedroom and my husband was washing up in the kitchen. We had three teenagers between us, all of which
were away at friends' homes at the time (we're 100% sure of that). Suddenly, I was awakened by a loud thumping commotion as if someone was running
down or falling from the top of the staircase. I jumped out of bed to investigate and saw my husband running in the same direction from the kitchen,
and looking up at the top of the stairs. No one was there. We shrugged and said it must have been one of the dogs, and were then shocked to
immediately find both animals in the back yard, asleep.
2. In the same house, on another occasion when the kids were all at the neighborhood pool and my spouse and I were in the back of the house, we heard
a loud commotion in my study (front of the house, next to the staircase). Both dogs were in the room with us at the time. We went to check it out and
found a framed photograph of me that had been resting on the floor, up against a wall, pushed out into the center of the room. Here's the weird part:
a heavy fountain that was in front of the framed photo had been pushed to the side, its rocks scattered across the room. A stack of heavy books that
was also in front of the photo had been pushed to the side and knocked over. It looked as if a hand had come from behind the photo and shoved it,
along with the other things, out into the center of the room.
3. Again, same house, I frequently heard someone walking upstairs when I was home alone. It wasn't just footsteps -- I could hear a pressure on the
floor and the boards squeaking. It usually occurred after my husband had left for work and the kids were on the school bus.
4. Same house but years later, my husband and I were separated and I had been living alone in the house with my loyal dog for two months. The November
weather had just turned unusually cold (temps in the teens and below), and my dog, who had previously been mostly an indoor dog and a complete couch
potato, suddenly decided that he would not set foot in the house, anymore -- not even for his favorite food or treats. He acted very nervous when I
would put a favorite treat just inside the door to draw him in.
5. Fast forward, years later, I was in a flat with my boyfriend, watching a very moving film about a lost little boy. As the film reached its
crescendo and the boy was reunited with his lost parents, I was overwhelmed with emotion and the tears just shot out of my eyes. At that very moment,
a heavy candle in a glass candle holder, about the size of a large grapefruit, came straight toward me off the shelf, hovered for just a brief
instant, and then crashed & shattered in the middle of the carpeted floor. it was about six feet from its original location. If it had simply slipped
off, it would have landed much closer to the shelf. My boyfriend and I just looked at each other like, "Did you just see that?"
I should mention that I was not drinking or otherwise impaired at the time of any of these occurrences, and they all happened in broad daylight
(except for the dog refusing to come in, which was around the clock). The house was only seven years old when I bought it, and had only one previous
owner, and no deaths had occurred there. So, what do you think? I have a pet theory but I would rather hear yours.