Paranormal Encounters

I have some to share, first two are stories from my dad.

First one was when he was in high school, he was dating this girl who had a poltergeist that followed her around. One night they're at dinner at her house with a group of friends, the topic of her poltergeist comes up and she starts to make fun of it. Moments later the glass china cabinet behind the head of the table exploded throwing glass all over the dining room and left everything inside the china cabinet perfectly still and in place.

Next is roughly 10 years later - My dad worked in exotic cars at this time and had a hot rod of a Porsche 911 he was driving. Hwy 17 connects the town of Los Gatos with Santa Cruz, CA, it's a mountain highway that is highly prone to accidents. He was the only vehicle on the road at the time, late after midnight, and driving this Porsche over the hill into Santa Cruz when he see's someone in the middle of the highway waiving their arms signaling for help. My dad slowed down and pulled to the side to see what was wrong. The person approaches the side of the car, leans their body over the windshield and mouths the words "help me" with LARGE glowing red eyes. At this point my dad dumps the clutch and gets the F out of there. Drove the rest of the way home as fast as he could! The following day, drives over the hill, goes to work, and on the return trip home, right on the highway were his burnout marks from taking off.

Next two are from when I was dating a girl whom her and her mother swore up and down they frequently experienced the paranormal. I was advised not to open the door at night if there was only a knock and not 100% sure I knew what was on the other side. I also wasn't supposed to be there late at night, but you know. So one night I'm walking behind her sneaking up the stairs in the pitch black when she stops and quickly says "please go away". After we got to her room I was told "there was something at the top of the stairs, but I asked it to go away and it did". I didn't see it, no idea if there really was something or wasn't.

A few months after that I was helping her look for something in her room. A mysterious black orb around the size of a small marshmallow appeared out of thin air, was floating and bobbing around us for a few seconds. Then as quickly as it appeared it was gone.

 

Something very strange happened to me between 3 and 5 am today. I fell asleep in the loft above the cab as usual. I had a dream that I was being chased by something that I never got a chance to see, I just knew that it was scary. It caught up to me and pushed me down, I hit my head and saw stars, and then I woke up. I thought myself, damn that was a weird dream and shrugged it off. When the brain fog cleared I realized, and this is the strangest part, I was in the back seat of the cab.
I think I was abducted.

Or I just sleep walked all that.

 

https://youtu.be/V2x62RXuEKA?si=f8QUGlL7joPznqRX
A good one to play in the background if you like a good story.

 

My wife and I take Civil War ghost tours in Gettysburg PA when we camp there. We did a Jennie Wade ghost tour. (Only civilian that was killed in that battle). My wife felt water drop on her head and shoulders. ( inside the house) There was no pipes or AC upstairs. My wife told the guide about it afterwards. She had no explanation.
On a different tour we were in the basement where civilians would hide and take care of some wounded. She said there were supposed to be ghost there. She said sometimes if you turn the lights out and take pictures, you can get a photo of a spirit or ghost. This photo is what I got in the dark. People in our group think it is. I don’t know.

 

Sure, I have a few experiences. A couple of ghost types and one UFO type event.

First ghost event was during the 1990s to 2000s in Los Angeles. After the 1994 Northridge earthquake, my younger brother's girlfriend (now wife) had to relocate out-of-state and couldn't take her 2 cats. I volunteered to take them in. One was a non-Persian all black long hair who hated men (some kind of trauma as a kitten) while the other was a true Russian Blue who was a total love bug. The black one would hid behind my couch in the living room and only came out after I went upstairs. She eventually tolerated my presence but she still ran from the kitchen to the couch whenever I started walking down the stairs. They were indoor-outdoor cats and after a few years, the black one didn't come back. At first I thought the black one was hanging out at a neighbors but I started seeing a slinky black shadow run from the kitchen to the living room when I started walking down the stairs. I lived alone so I knew the Russian Blue was the only cat inside my house. This went on for a few years so I gotten used to it, thinking I was just seeing things and dismissed it. But then 3 friends needed a place to stay so I let them move in. After a few months of living with my roomies, they all asked me if I had adopted a black cat recently. All 3 said they have seen a black cat run from the kitchen to the living room whenever they would walk down the stairs. They were confused since they couldn't find a black cat anywhere. They also stated they knew it wasn't my Russian Blue since they would see her before seeing the black one. When I described how and where the black cat would move, they all claimed that's exactly what they saw. That's when I knew I wasn't seeing things and explained who the black one was and what it is now. A ghost cat. We kept seeing it until the Russian Blue passed away, then the ghost cat sightings stopped. It was like the black one was waiting for her buddy.

The other spooky events I experienced were on the job when I was a graveyard shift security guard at a hospital. There were times I would find bone chilling cold spots when it was a hot summer night in the 90s. No nearby vents or open doors yet these cold spots would pop up then disappear. Other times we would see odd human shaped shadows on our monitors when my coworkers on scene reported seeing nothing. We were more confused rather than spooked.

The lone UFO type experience isn't that interesting. It was around October 2021 along I-80 in California, between Colfax and Alta. It was a sunny day when I was driving to Reno to look for a new apartment. I noticed multiple silver balls floating way above me and the mountain tops. At first I thought they were those powerline balls to warn planes about the lines or wires but they started moving in erratic patterns. That surprised me enough to pull over and step out of my car to really look at them. They were way too high up for power lines and there were dozens of them moving in weird pathways to be balloons. Eventually they disappeared from view. Some looked like they went further up the atmosphere while others moved across the sky, dipping behind the mountains.

 

Our first house It was an estate sale from the original owner(s) Small little 1952 single story Cape Cod style house with a walk-up attic and full basement

Basement was always creepy, and for no reason Wasn't a dirt floor, was a poured concrete foundation, ceilings were 8' high Just an odd space, easy enough to explain away - electrical, boiler, bulkhead, etc

Anyways, we decided I'd work on the facelift of the bathroom (the only one) before we moved in Wife worked nightshift at the time, so this meant I was there myself All was fine for the first 2-3 days, but it was the day I popped all the stamped metal tiles off the shower surround and started retiling that something strange happened and I'm beyond thrilled we no longer live there

Everyone's been home alone before You know that even a quiet/silent house still has a "sound" about it It was around 1115pm and I'll never forget shutting the tile saw off after making a cut, only to realize the house was an entirely different level of silent Like, lifeless, if that makes sense And then the most terrifying chill came over me, as if someone was whispering over my shoulder I've never been so freaked out in my life I unplugged everything and literally backed my way out of house, shutting lights off only as I was out of each room, all the way to the exit where I left the porch light on Said "goodnight, see you tomorrow, Rita" (the recently deceased widow/original owner) Went back the next day, only during daylight, and couldn't help but feel the house was more crowded in a way Like you're walking through a doorway with someone and you both stop and go and stop again

Anyways, we move into the house and nighttime was often strange, but the strangest part was that our bulldog would stand at the bottom of the attic stairwell, at all hours of the day, and just stare up Occasionally she'd bark, but mostly just stand there and stare for minutes on end Nothing was up there, there were no reflections, just a carpeted staircase to a closed door that opened into the attic, which was completely empty

Don't know what it was, but it was real and multiple people had the same feelings/observations That was nearly 20 years ago now and I'm shivering just typing this It's like it happened last night Strange and terrifying and thankfully it hasn't happened since First and only time was that night

 

Just saw this post.

@Azblue You need to talk to my wife at T2S. She's lives for this creature stuff.

 

As far as ghost stuff, I don't know, sometimes weird shit happens.

My wife put an offer in on our current house in 2019 before I had the opportunity to see it. I didn't care that much, wasn't planning to keep it too long. Anyway, her best friend who's super sensitive to things came and said "don't buy it, I get bad vibes" or whatever. Anyway, we still did. Almost immediately, after moving in, my wife starts saying she see's weird things, hears things, etc etc. Meanwhile, I see things too, and actually feel things, like someone sitting on the bed at night occasionally, but look for other possibilities. My brain won't really "except" ghosts. And, it took a long time before I even let my wife know what I'm experiencing. Anyway, about 1.5 years ago, a car crashes into a parked car and flips over few hundred feet from our house. I didn't hear shit. Nobody's hurt or anything, but a lot of the neighbors are out talking. My next door neighbor gets to chatting to a neighbor across the street and he informs him that our house actually was the scene of a police standoff resulting in a suicide in 2017 (If I remember correctly). When the neighbor told me what he learned, I was pretty shocked, told him definitely don't tell my wife, she already thinks this house is haunted and wants to sell it, haha. Note- We have a 3% interest rate, haha. I don't want a higher one.
Anyway, I looked it up. It's true. It happened here. I told my wife about it, I couldn't help it, haha. Of course she wanted/wants to sell it. I still don't. Have you seen these current interest rates. On top of an already hugely inflated house price? No thanks! I'll stay with the ghosts, haha.

Edit- forgot to mention, about a year ago, we got a dog. He too always seems alerted/interested in the same areas of the house we have experienced things.

 

My house is about 130 years old, it was probably one of the first year around houses in this neighborhood and was originally a 2 room farmhouse but had a second floor and several other hodge podge additions put on over the years. I bought it in 1999 and a buddy of mine rented the second bedroom and we were housemates. In the upstairs bathroom there was a small, short, closet for towels and stuff. It had a top door and a bottom door that I'd always find open when I walked in. After a couple of months I asked him why he always opened the bathroom closet doors and never closed them. His answer was "dude, I thought YOU were the one leaving them open but didn't want to bug you about it." We both realized what must have been going on and from that day until I remodeled the bathroom years later and removed the closet I just accepted it and left it alone. Years after I moved in I was told a member of the second family to live there hung himself. I can't confirm that but either way there was something going on here.

 

She's super excited to chat with you.

 

https://youtu.be/ThmF7OErkxY?si=EDhnl-pueHmHhK9A

 

About a decade ago, I moved to Mesa, Az to a job that had already terminated me before I walked in the door. I was pretty much told within my 1st 3 hours of entering the building. I think this was just a build of stressful things to come. I almost died in my friend's house I rented for 3 weeks over some noodles that took the wrong path, lol. Literally.
Eitherway, I found this place and signed my life away for 6 months, because I was already fired, tried to convince the ol lady not to uproot the kids and come but she demanded, so I obeyed. It took me several trips in a 6x12 uhaul trailer before I decided to enlist my mom for some help, but that 1st night at the house was the creepiest in what was going to be an interesting life. We got to this place at about 2am on a Friday night Saturday morning, I was under duress so I didn't take any time off, so this weekend was the weekend to move. The kids were out cold in the back seat while I pulled out their beds, and my eldest's furniture, he is autistic and if he doesn't have his stuff, stuff gets real, real fast, so he is #1.

So, I'm setting his room up, but I overheard giggling. My ears perked up, since I left them sleeping with the wife outside. There was a rock bed out front and I could clearly hear them kicking and throwing the rocks while giggling. So, I march my self out there just to find an empty yard and the whole family knocked out in the truck. Not a soul was out in the street, again this was like 3am by the time I set everything up.
The hits would continue, the middle room was creepy af, there was always a cat staring at the window from the outside. Everyday for a year without fail.

A year later I was leaving this place for another state, so I took the fam to a Holiday Inn for a couple nights while I packed both my truck and trailer and the 26ft moving truck. My mom came out to assist this time. So, its 3am and we're almost done cleaning, trucks are ready to go, all I have is 2 chairs and a small table in the garage and all the cleaning gear.

My mom tells me she is going to use the bathroom, so I sat by myself in the garage, door closed when I notice the garage door shifting like its being pushed in from the outside and someone's trying to lift it from the outside. I clicked the opener to open the door and no one is there, and there is absolutely no wind. As I stare outside the door my mom scares me when she asked me what I wanted. I looked at her clueless and I asked what she meant. She said, why did you keep jiggling the door? So, my blood turned cold and we both went back inside to check the house. When I move and clean the place I open all doors and turn all lights on. Once I'm happy I close the doors and turn off the lights. Being done with the house everything should be closed and off.

When we go back in, that creepy room was open with the light on. So I questioned my mom and she was like, no it was closed. I saw it. So I checked all the rooms turned everything off and closed the doors and walked outside. At 9am when the realtor came for that inspection. Guess what room was open with the light on. Neither of us had reentered the house once we left at 330am. Word was it burned down, no word on fatalities, but the nighbor had said the previous tenet's little daughter died at the hospital from smoke inhalation or burns he never dared to ask.

 

One time in band camp!