Works for me

Anyone else having issues with this seemingly cursed thread?

psketti wrote:
Nope...unlike last time, I can see it in paranormal, and in 'my topics' as well as being able to post on it - obviously.

This is starting to bug me though. If you lot don't want me posting then you really only have to say so.

Jeez, at least they just used to ban you at dif and not play all these 'mind games'.

There's no need to go to such lengths...

Ab Origine wrote:
Oh behave and stop being such a bloody drama queen

Test.

test

There you are!

snuck back in

OK, here's my spooky story...

I believe that I saw what was most probably a ghost once - it was when I was a little girl. I was playing on the floor of the lounge, looked up and saw an old lady there, standing in the doorway. I remember that she was wearing what I would call now "Victorian" dress - a very full, crinoline skirt - although I didn't call it that then! She smiled down at me, and then vanished! I didn't tell anyone about it for years. None of the rest of my family had any weird experiences in that house...

Mandy

Melanae wrote:
I have read newspaper reports that say cats (or some cats,but cats in particular) are able to tell when a person is about to die. There was one cat they had in a hospital,and it would go around and be overly clingy/friendly with all the patients that were about to pop off

I have tons of cats here,so I keep an eye on their behaviour towards me

I wonder if our auras change at that point close to death? Cats see in a different range to us,so...? I keep thinking of the Stephen King book Insomnia,when the creepy little doctor cuts the life cord,and the people get enclosed in a (normally invisible) black sac.

Another one from that nurse forum...

Jeez...

Think I'd of had more than a 'prayer service' in the back room.

quietgirl wrote:
Great story, Mandy. I experienced something similar in my early teens. I was staying over a friend's for the night. The two of us were watching television, when he got up to go into the kitchen for some food. I had the remote in my hand. The television started to rapidly flip through the channels. "What the hell dude, your tv is crazy!" I yelled. My friend poked his face into the room with a grim smirk. "I see you've met the ghost". I took that as a joke and didn't think anything of it at the time. Later that night we decided we'd just sleep in the living room.

It was the end of July, so it was pretty hot out, even at night. Around 3:00 AM I felt the room get very cold. No windows were open, and no A/C was running. I could see my breath a little bit. I grabbed a blanket on the couch and curled up in it, and started to drift back to sleep. As I started to drift, I heard a female voice speak my name very softly. Almost as if someone were whispering in my ear. I woke up pretty quickly to see if someone was there (I'm a light sleeper). My friend was on the adjacent couch completely sound asleep. I started to think it was just part of a dream when it happened again. I started to get pretty frightened at that point. I couldn't move or speak as fear started to grip me. Just then a woman appeared in the door way wearing clothes a woman of the 1900's American working class would wear. Typical dress and apron. She had her hands on her hips as she stared at me. I was scared out of my mind. I heard her speak once more, "sleep". She just sort of phased out, and room began to warm again. I was left there scared out of my mind, and wondering if that had actually happened. I sure as hell didn't sleep after that, and just laid there wrapped in the blanket for the remainder of the night wide awake.

Here's another one, though this is a bit out there...

When I was about 7-8, my family lived in low income housing projects. It certainly wasn't the nicest of areas, but it was a roof over our heads. I used to see people get into fist fights, people break into places when no one was home, drugs be sold, etc. There wasn't a lot that phased my young mind then.

One day I was outside playing with toy construction trucks in the dirt when I heard a couple start arguing across the street. That was a common occurrence, so I just casually glanced over. I saw this dark mist/cloud around the man's head, with this muddy purple thread being drawn in from the woman. The man was shouting at the woman who was cowering and sobbing. I did a double take because I had never seen that before. I got a very negative vibe from it, and started to feel like I needed to vomit. The guy turned his head and grinned at me. For a moment I could have sworn I saw an elongated white reptile-looking face amongst the dark mass. The man yelled at me - "What the fuck are you looking at, kid?!" I tore ass inside, ran up to my room, and hid under my bed.

It could have been an overactive childhood imagination, but a part of me doesn't think it was.

Thank you for your submissions, all of you.

On the balmly spring night of my maternal grandmother's funeral (and my mum was adopted), my adopted-maternal grandmother called my name.

As I was raised both Catholic (maternal) and Southern Baptist (paternal) at the time, I just knew the devil after me. Shame.

OK, OK...


In the early 90's I had the last of a dream.

I dreamt that I was a little girl pushing a grocery cart (trolley), head down, watching my feet as I used to, and accidentally bumped a lady.

I looked up to apologize and to my surprise it was Nanan. I stared in fear.

Finally, I managed to tell her, "you're not alive'.

She smiled so dearly and said, "No I'm not". (No I'm not dead)

I woke. I was in my late 20's. The woman had been been dead since Spring 1973. She was 80.

Not the first dream I'd had of her.

I got up, went to the bathroom and then wandered down the hall to the living room where I saw Nanan sitting on the edge of the couch wearing her pretty dress and smiling dearly.

I was terrified beyond words.

And then I awoke in bed. I did not open my eyes nor move. I had to use the bathroom badly but I did not dare leave the bed.

I wondered if I really was awake as I thought I was before. I wondered, 'what is awake'?

Never mind! I've gotta go!

Never mind! I'll wet the bed if that means I don't have to leave the bed!

What was I thinking?!

I dared to open my eyes but a crack and look at the room through my eyelashes. All appeared in order as before.

I got up and went to the bathroom, but then had to journey down the hall.

Was I awake?!

The hardest damn thing was to stand there at the corner and work up the courage to look around.....to see... nothing.

I really was awake.

It all took a very long time.

Since then, I have been both chastised for telling Nanan to go away, and for also listening that only simple-minded and superstitious people believe in such b-sh*t!

So which is it?

Wow, that's a creepy dream, Coco! Was the idea of seeing your grandmother again, or the fact that you were having trouble discerning the dream-state from the waking state, the most frightening?

Mrindigo wrote:
I had had dreams before of meeting her and suddenly having a realization at which time I would pronounce her dead, and she would gently, with a loving smile state that she was not.

Trying to determine reality from non-reality was a thing I'd never faced before or since.

I truly wondered if that was what hell was like. I wondered if I had died and ventured to hades.

But that early 90's dream was a first and to date an only in its entire composition.

I'd never had a 'dream within a dream before in my life, nor since.

That was a tough month as I had a dream that I was causally chatting with my biological, paternal grandmother. We were at the kitchen table. After a while, she slid a piece of folded paper toward me.

As she released her hand from it, I touched it.

Dream over.

When I was a girl I loved my granny's vegetable soup; I would eat it even if I was not hungry becasue I thought it tasted so good.

About two months after the paternal grandmother's dream, I decided to make vegetable soup....again.

For some reason, I made it just like Granny's and have so since.

Coco wrote:
I view dreams as important beyond mere biological functions. Sometimes they can be a way of conveying information. I wonder if she was hinting that one doesn't truly die after physical death? Maybe you did venture there? It could be the same place shamans refer to as the 'spirit world', and what has also been coined 'the astral plane'. I can relate to your dream experience as well, and I do think you did enter that realm by the sound of it. Are there any details you can recall about the experience?

As a society we're very fixated on outer space these days. Exploring inner space can't be done via conventional methods currently. That's the realm of spiritualists. It's interesting to me how the cellular structure of the human brain seems to mimic a galactic cluster, the pineal gland being the epicenter. Theoretical physicists surmise that it's possible for several layers of reality/dimensions to exist within the same areas. When we break it down, what is reality? It's energy in varying states.

Ghana: A nation in western Africa.

I was watching Cradle 2 The Grave starring Jet Li earlier during the storm, when I did not have internet service.

The movie had just started and featured African-American actors, when my xParanormal Detector said: Ghana.

Hmm, brief search leads me to discover USA's involvement in toppling Ghana's government in 1966.

Also, I recall hearing about Ghana in the news during childhood or early adulthood.

Ghana: A mighty sophisticated word for a bunch of 19th century farmers across the street. There are a number of newer persons there as well - bunch of funerals last year. There are people from VFW of 40's, 50's, 60's - ish...some 70's. Moving to the 80's forward, definitions were more strictly refined as to what is actually war.