Once, upon entering my second floor bedroom, I saw a woman enter through the middle bottom section of the outside wall and closed window. Besides her image being completely solid and sharply defined, it was even brighter than the surrounding room. She appeared middle aged, her hair pinned back, and was wearing a full length blue dress resembling twisted drapery and clasped on top. It didn't immediately register exactly what was happening, so it seemed like she entered through an incomplete wall under construction. At first, since my mind could not grasp a stranger entering my room at night unannounced, I assumed she was my mother. As she walked straight towards me, looking directly at me, I realized she was a stranger, and, assuming an intruder, my body tensed up tightly. In shock I yelled "Heeeeeyyy!" Then she quickly vanished. Because of my current religious dogmatism, I thought this was a sensory overload, albeit one I would never forget. Establishing the authenticity of my visitation was my mother's similar visitation, corresponding in numerous details. The difference was that in her case, the image was, though solid, completely colorless. My mother discovered her gliding on the ground floor. The image turned her head, and upon seeing my mother, our visitor's facial expression turned into one of surprise, and she quickly vanished. It is impossible to share the same illusion without some prior consultation; we both kept our experiences to ourselves for years. My mother eventually told her story because she mistook my experiences of merely feeling connected to God for supernatural events. In addition, I saw six solid bodily manifestations on different occasions years later. On one image, only the person's top half was visible, while once, a Hispanic man and small boy appeared together. The man had projected his arm through the couch and my side, which got my attention, leaving me with an unusual sensation of crackling energy. The man's image was solid, the boy's slightly fuzzy. I said hello and extended my hand, but they quickly disappeared. I copied this from a chapter I authored on the subject of ghosts: Chapter VIII (8) on my website: www.thezap.net
Once there was a man who lived in a cabin in the forest with his dog. He hunted the forest animals for food, and one day he came across a great cat that had the face of a human. The cat was so large and fearsome that the man didn't dare try to kill it, he only cut off its tail and barely escaped the teeth of the animal when he fled. He ran back to his cabin with the tail, which was so large that it fed him and his dog for a week. However, as he slept each night, he heard a voice in his cabin: "Taily-po, taily-po, give me back my taily-po!" The man was terrified, but every night the voice went away as quickly as it had came, and the man was left alone in his cabin. One morning, he noticed that his dog was missing. He went outside to look for it, thinking perhaps he had left the door open and the dog had escaped. However, the enormous cat was waiting for him and screamed in his cowering face to 'give me back my taily-po!' The man could not, for he and his dog had eaten it already. This did not bother the great cat, and it consumed the man and thus was reunited with the 2nd half of its tail, the 1st having been in the dog.This isn't a story I came up with myself, but it's a summary I wrote of one that I like. Hope you enjoy :)
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A couple. Once, I woke up due it feeling like somebody was climbing into my bed. I looked over, my bed was sunken down like somebody was on it and I could've sworn I saw a shadowy blob before it vanished. Maybe it was just late at night and my eyes weren't working but still weird.Another time, I didn't experience this, but my family used to live in a haunted house. There'd be nails scraping along your headboard at night, random pounding/slamming on doors accompanied by a strong scent of smoke. My dad apparently tried confronting it once, and it got pissed and started like, growling and mass banging on the doors, and cue the scent of smoke again. Weird, thank goodness I didn't exist yet when they lived in that house.
When I lived with my first partner he had this friend/landlord who had a kitten and he was extremely abusive to her. He put her in a basket and closed the door and to make sure she didn't come out he put the vacuum cleaner on it. She screamed for hours to come out and tried so hard but she couldn't do anything. So I just decided to do something. Every time that bastard put her in there, I went there very quietly, put the vacuum cleaner beside the basket, opened the door, and set her free to roam the room. Unsurprisingly enough, that dumb bastard believed in paranormal and after seeing a few times how the vacuum cleaner is right beside the basket and that she's roaming the room he really thought there's a ghost in the house and it doesn't want the kitten imprisoned like that, so he stopped. So yeah. That was my paranormal story. I was the ghost.
When I first moved out on my own I swear the place was haunted. I’d hear what sounded like moaning or groaning at night usually like by the wall or closet door but I would check & nothing. I’d come home from work & find stuff like my laptop moved or my food eaten. It was weird
In 2005, two days after my dad had passed away, one day I walked outside to the backyard of my house and all of a sudden, there was a scent of his cologne (his favorite one he likes to wear) surrounding me and I will never forget that aroma.
Awww so sweet
Yeah, it's probably his way of saying "goodbye" without trying to scare me.
I love ghost stories! 😁I've got none... Unless I should tell other people's stories, but I'd rather just see what people have to tell on here. 🙏🏻
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