Here is one of them and sorry for the amount of backstory but its all necessary
So, I was doing and still do a mix of online and on campus college class.
I was on campus Tuesday Thursday and off Monday wedsday Friday.
I was really depressed and I made a deal with myself, If I got all my online classwork done on Monday and all hw Tuesday, I could lay around on the couch and watch burn notice on netflix all day.
Now I got up at seven thirty when my dad left for work. He leaves the radio on every time and whats worse is that is I HATE the radio show that he leaves on.
Its tough to describe the level of assholery of these hosts, so I will just say that they are giant incorrigable douchebags and assholes.
Now after I settle on the couch I get about fifteen minutes and I can hear them over my burn notice. Now I'm ANGRY, (Seriously these guys are the biggest assholes and douchebags on local radio and I LIVE IN THE BOSTON AREA. So Assholes are incredibly common.)
I get up and walk to the other room and literally rip the radios cord out of the outlet.
About noon I realize that I should probably do more than eat and watch burn notice. So I go to shower.
When I come back downstairs, THE RADIO IS ON. VOLUME CRANKED. AND REPEATING THE FIRST FEW WORDS TO THE LORDS PRAYER.
Now mom side of the family is Sicilian American and therefore also very catholic.
My grandfather died when my mom was twelve and It was probably him trying to comfort me as I was depressed and angry at the world.
But I've had a couple of others but thats all I will describe today.
So Yeah, I believe in ghosts, I've had encounters with them before and I know it won't be the last time either
Most Helpful Girl
During an investigation in a local mausoleum, I captured the voice a nasty female entity telling me that she did not want me asking any question. We have gotten several such recordings in there, and she seems to hate men.
Several different unrelated groups of people have been taken there by us, and have not met each other, all report a little boy about 4 feet tall, Victorian style tuxedo, black hair parted neatly down the middle, sort of a bowl cut, pale skin, and glowing red eyes down the end of on hallway. I've never seen him, but for real, imagine "Damien".
One night, we split the team, and half goes outside so that I can begin my EVP session. (recording ghost voices) But we can hear team 2 outside, which is interrupting my session. boyfriend tries to radio them, but they're not receiving, so I walk away to ask them to keep quiet.. About that time, my boyfriend gets shoved HARD, and falls to the floor causing his comm to shatter on the floor. Come to find, team 2 comm has been switched off, which requires a hard twist of the knob, which is ice cold to touch, and they did not shut it off.
So all the guys come in, us girls wait outside. I SWEAR I saw a woman pacing inside the glass glaring out at us, wearing a bonnet like Colonial style, but that's when we hear knocking coming from INSIDE the walls filled with tombs outside, and we rush scared inside. Before we can tell the guys, the glass door that had been wedged open with a 2x4 in the hinge slams shut, and we hear what sounds like a bare palm slap the glass outside. We are just DONE at that point. As we're leaving, my friend asks "Anyone else see that weird bonnet chick in the glass?"
A week of so later, we're back, and boyfriend gets shoved again, but this time, he does not go down, and we find powdery white kid sized hand prints on his thigh and lower back as if a kid tried to help steady him and keep him from falling. We think it was the demon looking Damien boy.1
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When I was about 11 or 12 and my little brother was preschool age, we were at the cemetery with our parents one autumn afternoon. Our mother was leaving flowers at her older brother's grave. My brother wandered off toward another random grave, and when I approached him, he told me the ACTUAL NAME of the woman buried there. He did not yet know how to read. And there was no one else at the cemetery who could have told him. It must have been supernatural.
The fact that some people can actually be atheists and strict materialists in light of phenomenon like this is astounding. Granted, extrapolating religion out of this is unwarranted. But denying all such phenomenon as well as any notion of a deeper and/or paranormal realm is preposterous, and I do not care if they dismiss me as crazy via Ockam's Razor or some shit. I know what happened, I know that there is no mental illness in my bloodline, and I know that no possible natural explanation could have explained what happened with my brother.1