Spooky and strange stories of ATS members sharing thread!!

True Story...

In my teens a few friends and I went to this huge Cemetary in SoCal to get drunk and have some fun. Well, after we finished our Beers one of my friends began running through the Cemetary knocking over headstones and kept saying he had no respect for the dead.

Well, I was not brought up like that and I respect and fear the dead. I tried my best to fix the damage he was doing. About then, we wondered right up to a freshly dug grave. It was prepped for a morning service.

I couldn't believe what he did next. He laid down in the bottom of that freshly dug grave. He kept repeating he had no respect for the dead.

21 Days later he was riding a dirt bike down Saddleback Mountain and a truck was stopped in the middle of the road and had its tailgate down. He was actually decapitated. I loved this quirky but fiercely loyal friend. I was asked to be a pall bearer at his funeral. I was still a teen but, I agreed.

As we got to the Cemetary I noticed it was the same Cemetary less than three weeks ago we were running thru having a blast.

So, when it was time to carry my friend to his way too young resting place. After we set the casket down. We backed up to make room for his distraught family. As we were praying I opened my eyes and realized we were standing on the grave he laid down in that night.

He was buried less than ten feet from the grave he disrespected.

Great Thread S&F

This isnt my story, its my dad's but it apparently involves me. Its probably the most recent wired that has happened in my life that I'm prepared to discuss.

My dad was across the street at his friends, out the front just being old, and he sees (allegedly) me and a friend of mine walking down the street. He waved to us, and assumed that we were going to get beer.

He arrives home and asks me for a beer, I'm like WTF?, then he asks where my mate went to. I hadnt seen him for a few days, nor was expecting him so I was like WTF. Dad then says he just saw us walking down the road, and that he thought we were going to get beer...

No beer.

Now before anyone thinks this is simple mistaken identity, I am fairly distinctive. I'm a trans chick with purple hair, there are not many people you could mistake me for, or people you could mistake for me, especially in the same vicinity. So I ask what was I wearing?: "Same as you have on now"...

That weirded me out, I had been sitting here the entire time.

a reply to: LadyGreenEyes

I love cats, and they tend to like me. It was just her, and only her.

I tried to be nice, and give her treats and make friends and she wouldn't have it .

a reply to: LadyGreenEyes
Hi there,

We kept the boots under the outdoor patio in hopes that rain wouldn't fill them (that's happened before, though, even there... haha); dad was a person of organization, so he made sure they were always there.

I have no idea how whoever would've gotten the boots. I forgot to add into the event (didn't want to edit again) that from where the tracks started near the middle of the yard, there were no other tracks i.e. barefeet, etc. around the origin or in the yard or at my window. Baffling. Sometimes, I wonder what would've happened had I opened the curtain... In later years, my saying became: Curiosity kills kittens; instinct makes a cat.

I didn't know whether to add this as an edit to my previous post or to make a new post...?

I think these experiences were my first.

From kindergarten, at whatever hours of the night, I'd wake, run through the house into my parents room and jump in between them... and tell them xx relative just died; I wouldn't name the person, but would say if it was an aunt, uncle, cousin, grandparent, etc. I remember my parents telling me- You just had a bad dream... Don't say things like that! They'd get a phone call the next day saying xx had passed away during the night and it'd consistently match the time I went to their room and woke them.

Other times, I'd jump between them, fall asleep and then while asleep there, I'd mutter xx just passed away; they told me this many years later, when they thought I could handle it better. These, too, were confirmed by receiving a phone call the in the next day's waking hours.

My parents would ask me how I knew and I told them I didn't know; I didn't even know what I was saying. As years of this went on, our family got used to this behavior, so I'd just walk into their room to tell them and write the time, who it was, etc. on a note... go back to my room and sleep. They'd get a phone call saying xx had passed at xx time... the time I'd written on the paper. It was our norm.

These events happened for relatives I was well acquainted with, ones I had only met once as a kid and then relatives I hadn't even met, but other immediate family had met. Mostly, this happens if the person passes during the night; some were in daytime. In my adult years, several times, I'd relay the events with names of relatives I didn't even know of (the names); these were confirmed. It still happens, but not as much, since most of my relatives have passed.

originally posted by: Squirlli
a reply to: LadyGreenEyes

I love cats, and they tend to like me. It was just her, and only her.

I tried to be nice, and give her treats and make friends and she wouldn't have it .

Makes the case all the more bizarre!! Cats tend to like cat people. Then again, they tend to stay gone when gone, too! Very freaky incident; thanks for sharing!!!

originally posted by: oldme
a reply to: LadyGreenEyes
Hi there,

We kept the boots under the outdoor patio in hopes that rain wouldn't fill them (that's happened before, though, even there... haha); dad was a person of organization, so he made sure they were always there.

I have no idea how whoever would've gotten the boots. I forgot to add into the event (didn't want to edit again) that from where the tracks started near the middle of the yard, there were no other tracks i.e. barefeet, etc. around the origin or in the yard or at my window. Baffling. Sometimes, I wonder what would've happened had I opened the curtain... In later years, my saying became: Curiosity kills kittens; instinct makes a cat.

No tracks of any sort besides those is very strange. The only thing I can think of is that someone put them on before the rain, stood, for unknown reason, in the middle of the yard, and moved around after the rain was heavier, thus leaving the tracks. That means, though, that they would also have had to stand there at the window will the rain stopped and the ground dried completely, to avoid leaving more tracks, and that seems highly unlikely!! Wanting to know who or what stood there, I can understand, but I don't think I could have looked myself, certainly not as a teenager!!!

a reply to: whyamIhere

That's sad, and more than a little unnerving! Can't have been easy to lose a friend, and with that oddness added in, even worse, I'd think. I can't imagine behaving that way in a graveyard. Still, you have to wonder.

a reply to: LadyGreenEyes

Good point & that'd be quite a plan (and patient)! I'd hope they got soaked

a reply to: PBL666

I'll say it again; the stories of someone seeing a double for another person are among the freakiest around!! Doppelgangers. Creepy stuff. Not just you, but a friend as well, is even creepier!

originally posted by: oldme
I didn't know whether to add this as an edit to my previous post or to make a new post...?

I think these experiences were my first.

From kindergarten, at whatever hours of the night, I'd wake, run through the house into my parents room and jump in between them... and tell them xx relative just died; I wouldn't name the person, but would say if it was an aunt, uncle, cousin, grandparent, etc. I remember my parents telling me- You just had a bad dream... Don't say things like that! They'd get a phone call the next day saying xx had passed away during the night and it'd consistently match the time I went to their room and woke them.

*snip*

Huh......sounds like you have a talent for that. I won't doubt it! My mother used to do something similar, but with births. She'd dream that someone had their baby, the sex, length, weight, hair and eye color. Within a couple of days, max, someone would call and say, "Hey, so-and-so had their baby!", and Mom would rattle off the details. They'd ask who told here, and hear, of course, that no one had; she'd dreamed it. Bugged some family members, but it seemed normal to us. She knew others things at times, too. My dad was out of town once, on a business trip, and we were at his parents' house. The adults were in the kitchen, and Mom stopped what she was doing ans said, "(my dad's name) was in a wreck", then a pause, followed by her stating that he was alright. They got a call later, and found he and the gy he was with had been involved in a fender bender with several cars, and there were no injuries - at the time she somehow knew. My sister fell down her stairs once, and Mom called her and asked her what was wrong. She knew things.

Seems to be a family trait. Sometimes I just know something. No details, but I might know some plan isn't a good idea, without knowing why. Always right, times like that. Have known, no dream, just known, sometimes, whether a friend or relative was having a boy or girl. Felt my mom's back pain, from states away, a couple of times, and headaches from the hubby many times. No headache, he'd come home with one, and I'd feel it. The hubby and I left the kids with a friend once, and took a trip as a late honeymoon. We cut it short, because a day before we'd planned to head back, I knew that my son, very small at the time, was becoming sad and needed me. Hubby wasn't happy about this, and swore I was just missing the kids. I insisted, and home we went. We arrived the next day, and he talked to the friend before I mentioned anything about why we were early. She said he'd been fine the whole time, till that day (the day I knew), when he woke up looking all sad, wouldn't play, sat in his sister's lap, and moped. I knew when my sister was very ill, too - major heart problems. Talking on the phone, I was practically in tears - she had no idea - and told her she HAD TO GO to the doctor.

So, know what you mean! Not much to do with something like that but use it as it comes.

a reply to: LadyGreenEyes

Hi, LadyGreenEyes,

Thank you for sharing so many experiences (and everyone else, too!). Wowee! @ your family’s connection! Dig! (smile) True @ use it as it comes! I think it’s neat to hear how families that have those experiences accept it as their norm, too (smile)

The experience your mom had with your dad’s wreck reminds me an experience my sister & I had in which she was in an accident about 17 miles away, but in the opposite direction of where she had planned to go. I was at home, saw visions through her eyes and knew exactly which freeway she was on and where, etc… long story. As I reaching for the front door to leave the house to go to her, she came in and the flatbed was reparking; her car was totaled. We’ve been like this since our teens where if she wants me to see or if she is very stressed, angry, etc. at that moment, I will get visions of what she is seeing. She is heaps more talented at these things than me.

a reply to: oldme

The gift is different for different people, for sure!!! Always nice to meet someone else that gets it! Actually had a former friend cal me a with once, because she couldn't handle me knowing things. It can be uncomfortable for some folks!

My sister and a couple, so far, of the kids all "hear" things people don't actually say. Not always, but it happens. I tend to "send" more. Hearing wold be so handy!!! Only with my dad, though. We had a game we;d play, wherein we'd=take turns thinking of some random word, and the other would try and guess it. No clues, no categories, and we were GOOD at it. For a while. Too long playing, we'd start trying, and then it didn't work. It just had to happen. Never worked with anyone else.

Have joked for years that we'd have all been burned at the stake, i some times!! Heck, still bugs the hubby a bot, but he deals. He didn't believe a lot of it till he was it happen. We were watching tv, and I had a smudge on my glasses, and thought I'd ask my daughter for a tissue on the commercial break. Didn't remove the glasses, or look at the tissue, and she reached over and handed me one. He was between us, and KNEW I didn't say anything. Had to accept it then. Freaked him out a bit, though!!

Ya'll ever "trade" dreams?

originally posted by: oldme
a reply to: LadyGreenEyes

Good point & that'd be quite a plan (and patient)! I'd hope they got soaked

Now I am imagining them dry.........not sure which is creepier! Either one, really.

Since 12:30, EDT, it's been eerily quiet here. Not a siren, not a car, just one bird singing.

This never happens...but the 'Net works.

It's very M. Night Shyamalan.

Hopefully we are not in a time warp.

M...out

OK, my time says 1:32, is ATS lost in the past?

Whoa. Moon looks weird.

a reply to: Squirlli

That is an awesome zombie cat story.
Trying to think how to handle it.

a reply to: LadyGreenEyes
Totally; thanks & likewise. My sister and I used to do the game your dad did… how cool! Mom used to have us practice & see if we could develop it more. Same thing as you two, too, in that if we played too long we’d start trying and it didn’t work. It just is… trying to make it happen often seems counterproductive. I wonder if this is why “tests” in settings don’t often work.

Re: shared dreams.
I have a condition where sleep specialists suspected I might have never dreamed. I told them I have dreamed before; they were shocked. For me, remembering dreams seems to go in spurts. It was fun to see the specialists stumped that I had any dreams… bahaha! My feeling is: they don’t get it… not everything can be categorized by the books and not everything should (be).

My sister & I have never discussed dreams in details. She has said hers are vivid and she remembers them almost nightly; mine are vivid, but rarely remembered (above paragraph). She won’t tell me if we’ve been in the same.

However, I think I’ve shared dreams with two other in unrelated incidents. One was because I was asked to and it worked… long story. The other, I don’t know if I was dreaming or not (it seemed real), but I passed out and woke up hallucinating. A person entered my head at the least. The next day, that person came up to me and said I wasn’t hallucinating and they visited and changed it to “dream” because that was all I could handle… all without me telling them anything about it beforehand, as I didn’t want to lead their discussion. The person just laughed, said I couldn’t handle “real power” and left. Another long story. I don’t think it was hypnosis.

Have you shared dreams?

I had a person that had never seen my house or room (nor pictures of it), over the phone, remote view my room & what I was wearing; both in specific detail (did without asking me). This was back in the 90's and they said they knew people that were better at it. That was my first experience with it, but I didn't do it.
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I'd never thought about dry; that would've confused me more for sure! I sometimes wonder who or what would've been there... or nothing.

a reply to: oldme

Starting to wonder if we aren't related! LOL!! Yeah, that game never worked if pushed. All the stuff seems like that; it just happens when it happens. Only exceptions are occasionally being able to "nudge" a driver who's slow. Hit and miss there. Lights, sometimes; better of two working together.

Maybe that is a reason the tests aren't so good!! Stuff I might know, I have ZERO control over!! oh, for control of that......

Dreams.......I had a doc pushing me for a sleep study, but declined. Breathing issues, and he was determined to push that, asking repeatedly about sleep apnea, even though there are NO symptoms of that. With my sleep patterns, I didn't really feel like having them charted was a good idea. I tend to dream a LOT. As in, if I doze off for a moment, I will dream. Supposed to be after we go through a certain cycle, so they claim, but it's any time I sleep even a little. And, yeah, vivid, with sights, sounds, smells, and even touch and taste, and color. Not common, so they claim. I surprised my dad, when I asked why people said to pinch them to see if they were dreaming. My reaction was, "But you'd still feel it...."

Shared dreams? Oh, yeah! Not often, but it's happened. Mine are usually a bit surreal, with these wild buildings that flow one into another, and some are almost maze-like. My brother picked up a few of those. His were often of battles, more like, as he described it, some sort of historical remote viewing, with color and pain and everything. I got one of those once. Weird dream for me, and when I started to describe the setting, he stopped me and finished it. One from my sister, one, about produce shopping. Yeah, she's boring!!! She said she had one once when one of her kids was small, a bad dream about the cat scratching, and she woke up to see the kid awake, too, and crying. Perspective was from what would have been a baby's point of view. Not much of that now, with my brother gone, at least that I know of! With the kids, they don't usually remember them, so who knows?

That one shared "dream" of yours......odd, that. Wonder what the person meant. Seems a little intrusive.

As for remote viewing, I do think that's real. Suspect I could learn it, though never tried. Not paying someone for a class, lol! Have had a couple of dreams that made me wonder. One, I was not myself, which happens now and then in dreams, and was in a parking lot. The lot had a couple of levels, one row lower, and another up a slight rise. Very normal-looking, which is odd in and of itself for a dream of mine. There was a couple arguing in the higher section of lot, and the woman looked really scared, so "I" walked over to speak to the guy. He was very belligerent, and I decided to just walk away, then he stabbed "me" in the lower back. Intense, focused pain, then numbness from there down, and down I went. Woke up, and my back sort of tingled in that spot for hours after. Very freaky!! I actually hunted online for a stabbing story. Never did find one.

The other dream was a long time ago. I was flying - common - but this was fast, and I was over what looked like a military base of some sort. Weirder, I didn't feel like I was flying alone, which is NOT common. Felt like someone else was there, looking at the same things I was, and I got the distinct impression that he knew I was there. Never knew what to make of that one!

I'd wonder about the window, too. Always tend to get a bit stuck on mysteries. Even when not knowing is likely best, I can't help being curious.

originally posted by: Maverick7
Since 12:30, EDT, it's been eerily quiet here. Not a siren, not a car, just one bird singing.

This never happens...but the 'Net works.

It's very M. Night Shyamalan.

Hopefully we are not in a time warp.

M...out

Quiet happens sometimes! Not often where I a, either, but now and then. A bird at night, eh? Not much of that where I am!!

OK, my time says 1:32, is ATS lost in the past? Whoa. Moon looks weird.

Time is likely set to a different time zone, for that. What's weird about the moon?