Paranormal experiences
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My mum is really into paranormal stuff and is forever sending me videos of orbs or examples of where she has heard things etc, never really paid I too much attention and nothing I've seen has made me a firm believer (though I'm not a firm disbeliever either)I've had a few weird experiences but I'm not sure I would call them paranormal, however I don't also buy in to someone taking whatever science currently states as being fact as an actual fact, as history has repeatedly shown that scientific fact one day is proven by science to be utter rubbish the next
the 'spookiest' story I know of is that good friend of Dad in fire service committed suicide by gassing himself in his van, the van sat round the yard for months before in the end it was given to one of the young blokes on the shift, he drove it for a few weeks without issue when one day it completely conked out and he couldn't get it started, when he returned with a mechanic friend who worked on the same fire shift they realised the car had broken down about 20ft away from wear the owner was buried, literally the other side of some hedgerows into the graveyard. not sure if this paranormal, a spooky coincidence etc but it would definitely frighten me a bit if it were my van
the 'spookiest' story I know of is that good friend of Dad in fire service committed suicide by gassing himself in his van, the van sat round the yard for months before in the end it was given to one of the young blokes on the shift, he drove it for a few weeks without issue when one day it completely conked out and he couldn't get it started, when he returned with a mechanic friend who worked on the same fire shift they realised the car had broken down about 20ft away from wear the owner was buried, literally the other side of some hedgerows into the graveyard. not sure if this paranormal, a spooky coincidence etc but it would definitely frighten me a bit if it were my van
Rawwr said:
Did the van have '53' painted on it?
I presume that's reference to something, though I have no idea what, but I'm assuming there is a similar story with a van with 53 on it? I've been told of this event from numerous people that knew the guy so unless they're all having me on I have little reason to not believe themNot sure if this is paranormal or just a bit odd.
I have one sister, we have never got on, not helped by the fact that she was 10 years older than me, so the following story is all the more strange.
When I was 11 years old I was in a bad road accident, I will spare you the details but a vehicle ran over my foot and badly damaged the second and third toes on my right foot.
At the moment of my accident my sister was taking a bath, she screamed out with the pain from her right foot and shouted for our mother. My sisters second and third toes on her right foot had gone black. By this time she was out of the bath but couldnt put any weight on her foot. Mother had to help her to bed.
After a couple of hours the pain eased and the normal colour returned.
Not everything can be explained.
I have one sister, we have never got on, not helped by the fact that she was 10 years older than me, so the following story is all the more strange.
When I was 11 years old I was in a bad road accident, I will spare you the details but a vehicle ran over my foot and badly damaged the second and third toes on my right foot.
At the moment of my accident my sister was taking a bath, she screamed out with the pain from her right foot and shouted for our mother. My sisters second and third toes on her right foot had gone black. By this time she was out of the bath but couldnt put any weight on her foot. Mother had to help her to bed.
After a couple of hours the pain eased and the normal colour returned.
Not everything can be explained.
Derek Smith said:
Our friend, the female, began to obsess over it, going to a medium and a seance. She reported other things happening, such as cupboard doors opening with no one else in the room, this was the kitchen on the mezzanine. We didn't see that and the bloke took me out for a long chat over a meal, his thoughts being that his wife was hallucinating. He exerted pressure to see a psychiatrist, and she came to see my fiancee for help. Then something happened where he experienced something scary. Instead of bringing them together, it broke them. They split just after my wedding and just disappeared. None of our old friends heard from them.
We went to the house and saw my friend's mother. She was high up in the civil service, just about to retire, but was a bit weird. She told stories that were fantastical and we decided to leave well along. She said that her mother had been ill-treated when in the room and had 'impregnated' the house with her pain. We decided not to return. My wife felt a bit nervous around her, so that meant two of us.
We both heard the noises. We chatted about them afterwards and my then fiancee told me to write down what I heard and she would do the same. They were more or less identical.
Our female friend was rich, well rich for a bloke born between the gas works and a British Oxygen plant in east London, albeit in a house. I did wonder if that was relevant. She was an electronics engineer, and did a lot of computer programming and such.
The coincidence: my father was going to be christened, this during WWI. As everyone was getting ready, a bloke from the merchant navy came to the house to tell my gran that she might receive a telegram to say that her eldest boy's ship had been torpedoed but not to worry as he'd been picked up by a RN ship. His condition was unknown but he must have been well enough to give his name and NoK. So they added the name of the ship which had rescued the chap to my dad's name.
Unknown to everyone at the christening, earlier that morning the ship had also been sunk, with just six survivors, none of whom was my uncle.
My elder brother was given the name of the ship, after my dad.
Fast forward to the storm in October 1987. My youngest was born and as my father had died since our last child, I named him after the ship that took my uncle to the bottom.
The telephone lines to my brother were down due to the storm and I couldn't contact him for two days. When I got through, my sister in law answered and I told her of her new nephew. I then told her what name I was giving him, and was going to explain it was after my dad rather than her husband, but she sort of screamed and dropped the phone.
Eventually my brother came to the phone to explain.
The pair of them had been helping those who'd suffered damage during the storm, particularly an old people's home nearby. It was in a lot of the news programmes as a corner of the roof had lifted off. She was helping one old boy with the damage, he wanting to ensure his pictures of his service in the RN were safe. My s-i-l told him that her husband's family on his father's side had almost all been in the navy or merchant marine and told her the story of the genesis of her husband's name.
The poor old boy nearly had a heart attack as he was the sole surviving survivor of the ship. He couldn't remember much about the rescue but obviously remembered the sinking. Straight back from that coincidence, still shaking a bit, I come on the phone.
Nothing ghostly of course, but notable. However, this followed on from another and more remarkable coincidence the day of my father's death, too personal to put on here. It was all but impossible to believe, but it happened. I thought I must have been hallucinating, I loved my old man and his death really got to me. However, once I had convinced myself I'd dreamed it all, my cousin brought it up at the funeral, saying that he could hardly believe it had happened and wanted me to confirm it to his mrs as she didn't believe him.
Now that was spooky. Not ghostly, but really, really odd.
I went years before actually 'admitting' I'd experienced the ghostly happenings with the noise on the stairs. I'd almost pushed it out of my mind - not the most sensible response I know. My wife though had told a friend of hers in strictest confidence, and you know how some women treat those. At a little get-together it was mentioned and two people in the group of 8 or so had also heard things, one seeing a hairbrush move without any force on it after hearing what she thought was a person dragging a chair across the room she was in, again on bare floorboards, but there being a carpet.
I read a lot on group hallucinations and there does seem to be something that can be transferred between people, especially, it seems, in a group. But there's a lot of books written by the terminally bewildered and it started to get silly. I'm unaware of any university researching such happenings so I'll never know if that's what occurred. Nothing about brushes though.
Thanks for the response Derek, and for being one of the few non-believing, non-We went to the house and saw my friend's mother. She was high up in the civil service, just about to retire, but was a bit weird. She told stories that were fantastical and we decided to leave well along. She said that her mother had been ill-treated when in the room and had 'impregnated' the house with her pain. We decided not to return. My wife felt a bit nervous around her, so that meant two of us.
We both heard the noises. We chatted about them afterwards and my then fiancee told me to write down what I heard and she would do the same. They were more or less identical.
Our female friend was rich, well rich for a bloke born between the gas works and a British Oxygen plant in east London, albeit in a house. I did wonder if that was relevant. She was an electronics engineer, and did a lot of computer programming and such.
The coincidence: my father was going to be christened, this during WWI. As everyone was getting ready, a bloke from the merchant navy came to the house to tell my gran that she might receive a telegram to say that her eldest boy's ship had been torpedoed but not to worry as he'd been picked up by a RN ship. His condition was unknown but he must have been well enough to give his name and NoK. So they added the name of the ship which had rescued the chap to my dad's name.
Unknown to everyone at the christening, earlier that morning the ship had also been sunk, with just six survivors, none of whom was my uncle.
My elder brother was given the name of the ship, after my dad.
Fast forward to the storm in October 1987. My youngest was born and as my father had died since our last child, I named him after the ship that took my uncle to the bottom.
The telephone lines to my brother were down due to the storm and I couldn't contact him for two days. When I got through, my sister in law answered and I told her of her new nephew. I then told her what name I was giving him, and was going to explain it was after my dad rather than her husband, but she sort of screamed and dropped the phone.
Eventually my brother came to the phone to explain.
The pair of them had been helping those who'd suffered damage during the storm, particularly an old people's home nearby. It was in a lot of the news programmes as a corner of the roof had lifted off. She was helping one old boy with the damage, he wanting to ensure his pictures of his service in the RN were safe. My s-i-l told him that her husband's family on his father's side had almost all been in the navy or merchant marine and told her the story of the genesis of her husband's name.
The poor old boy nearly had a heart attack as he was the sole surviving survivor of the ship. He couldn't remember much about the rescue but obviously remembered the sinking. Straight back from that coincidence, still shaking a bit, I come on the phone.
Nothing ghostly of course, but notable. However, this followed on from another and more remarkable coincidence the day of my father's death, too personal to put on here. It was all but impossible to believe, but it happened. I thought I must have been hallucinating, I loved my old man and his death really got to me. However, once I had convinced myself I'd dreamed it all, my cousin brought it up at the funeral, saying that he could hardly believe it had happened and wanted me to confirm it to his mrs as she didn't believe him.
Now that was spooky. Not ghostly, but really, really odd.
I went years before actually 'admitting' I'd experienced the ghostly happenings with the noise on the stairs. I'd almost pushed it out of my mind - not the most sensible response I know. My wife though had told a friend of hers in strictest confidence, and you know how some women treat those. At a little get-together it was mentioned and two people in the group of 8 or so had also heard things, one seeing a hairbrush move without any force on it after hearing what she thought was a person dragging a chair across the room she was in, again on bare floorboards, but there being a carpet.
I read a lot on group hallucinations and there does seem to be something that can be transferred between people, especially, it seems, in a group. But there's a lot of books written by the terminally bewildered and it started to get silly. I'm unaware of any university researching such happenings so I'll never know if that's what occurred. Nothing about brushes though.
s on here. 
Still not solved my puzzle, but I am hearing some interesting stories.
boobles said:
shakotan said:
boobles said:
To all the haters out there, I say try a Ouija board & try taking it seriously to see what happens 
Nothing?It's basically cobblers.
BRR said:
Rawwr said:
Did the van have '53' painted on it?
I presume that's reference to something, though I have no idea what, but I'm assuming there is a similar story with a van with 53 on it? I've been told of this event from numerous people that knew the guy so unless they're all having me on I have little reason to not believe them
BRR said:
Rawwr said:
Did the van have '53' painted on it?
I presume that's reference to something, though I have no idea what, but I'm assuming there is a similar story with a van with 53 on it? I've been told of this event from numerous people that knew the guy so unless they're all having me on I have little reason to not believe themshakotan said:
condor said:
shakotan said:
condor said:
I've had lots of paranormal experiences - mostly as a consequence of people dying that I've been related/close to. These experiences usually take the form of a 'winged being' acting out of character.
What character do 'winged beings' normally act to, in order to identify when they're acting out of it?It was only me that was convinced my uncle had turned into a fly to watch his funeral and express his displeasure at leaving this world too early without spending his money he'd squirrelled away.
A few years later
I think in general people get unnecessarily blown away by coincidences.
For example, there are 7 billion people. Across the world hundreds of thousands of people die every day. Across the world, hundreds of thousands of watches stop. Given there are 7 billion of us, every now and then someone's watch is going to stop around the time a close relative is dying elsewhere.
For the person it happen to, it's incredible, and must be a paranormal event. But in reality, it's bound to happen to someone, somewhere, and probably across the globe several times a day.
For example, there are 7 billion people. Across the world hundreds of thousands of people die every day. Across the world, hundreds of thousands of watches stop. Given there are 7 billion of us, every now and then someone's watch is going to stop around the time a close relative is dying elsewhere.
For the person it happen to, it's incredible, and must be a paranormal event. But in reality, it's bound to happen to someone, somewhere, and probably across the globe several times a day.
EggsBenedict said:
boobles said:
shakotan said:
boobles said:
To all the haters out there, I say try a Ouija board & try taking it seriously to see what happens
Nothing?It's basically cobblers.
So because you couldn't be bothered to take it seriously (probably to scared to if truth was to be told) that means everyone who has had "experiences" must be taking the piss? Did I sum it up for you in your own little world?
boobles said:
EggsBenedict said:
boobles said:
shakotan said:
boobles said:
To all the haters out there, I say try a Ouija board & try taking it seriously to see what happens
Nothing?It's basically cobblers.
So because you couldn't be bothered to take it seriously (probably to scared to if truth was to be told) that means everyone who has had "experiences" must be taking the piss? Did I sum it up for you in your own little world?
It's nice to see some aren't deterred and are posting their stories though.
TwigtheWonderkid said:
I think in general people get unnecessarily blown away by coincidences.
For example, there are 7 billion people. Across the world hundreds of thousands of people die every day. Across the world, hundreds of thousands of watches stop. Given there are 7 billion of us, every now and then someone's watch is going to stop around the time a close relative is dying elsewhere.
For the person it happen to, it's incredible, and must be a paranormal event. But in reality, it's bound to happen to someone, somewhere, and probably across the globe several times a day.
I am sure it happens, coincidences are commonplace. For example, I went on holiday to Fiji a few years ago, took loads of pics. we went on a tour of a old village and into a straw hut. Before the guide started talking I tried to take pics inside the hut, pressed the button but nothing happened. For example, there are 7 billion people. Across the world hundreds of thousands of people die every day. Across the world, hundreds of thousands of watches stop. Given there are 7 billion of us, every now and then someone's watch is going to stop around the time a close relative is dying elsewhere.
For the person it happen to, it's incredible, and must be a paranormal event. But in reality, it's bound to happen to someone, somewhere, and probably across the globe several times a day.
The guide started talking. Opening line was, 'you may find that your cameras dont work in here, it often happens, we dont know why other than this was the witchdoctors hut, make of that what you will.'
When I went outside the camera worked fine.
Interesting thread this.
I have to laugh at the blind faith in science some display here,science has been proven wrong many times before as it is ultimately just someone's theory, like global warming is or isn't happening.I like to keep an open mind on things and don't dismiss events because it frightens me a little.
I had one incident from twenty years ago that i cannot explain.I was driving down to visit my elder brother and his then girlfriend on a friday evening to spend the weekend in Buckden with them(she was from there).It had been an uneventful drive as i left the motorway and headed out on the now pitch black country lanes looking forward to a pint or two once there.Driving carefully i came out of a sharpish bend to see what appeared to be a young boy about six or seven standing just off the verge still in the road looking lost and upset,i stopped the car got out and approached the child who caught in the headlights of my Fiesta i could see was wearing shorts and smart shoes,he looked like he was from the fifties with his clothes.I asked the obvious but all he would do was point back around the corner i had come from and then at my car.It seemed he was trying to tell me there had been an accident,so i told him to wait with my car and i walked back around to check both sides of the road on the bend to see if i had missed something,i could find nothing at all on the road or anywhere else and started back around the corner now covered in dirt and eager to get this little chap back to my brother's and call the police.
He had gone when i returned,i checked the Fiesta assuming he had climbed in to keep warm,no,checked the verge and ditch both sides nothing.I climbed in the car and papped the horn once from memory and then slowly continued hoping to see him up the road again,i never did.I had more than a few that evening and the next and didn't say anything to my hosts about the incident.I did later call my brother a couple of times and ask him about the local news in the following weeks for my own piece of mind without giving the game away, but alas no missing boy.
I have to laugh at the blind faith in science some display here,science has been proven wrong many times before as it is ultimately just someone's theory, like global warming is or isn't happening.I like to keep an open mind on things and don't dismiss events because it frightens me a little.
I had one incident from twenty years ago that i cannot explain.I was driving down to visit my elder brother and his then girlfriend on a friday evening to spend the weekend in Buckden with them(she was from there).It had been an uneventful drive as i left the motorway and headed out on the now pitch black country lanes looking forward to a pint or two once there.Driving carefully i came out of a sharpish bend to see what appeared to be a young boy about six or seven standing just off the verge still in the road looking lost and upset,i stopped the car got out and approached the child who caught in the headlights of my Fiesta i could see was wearing shorts and smart shoes,he looked like he was from the fifties with his clothes.I asked the obvious but all he would do was point back around the corner i had come from and then at my car.It seemed he was trying to tell me there had been an accident,so i told him to wait with my car and i walked back around to check both sides of the road on the bend to see if i had missed something,i could find nothing at all on the road or anywhere else and started back around the corner now covered in dirt and eager to get this little chap back to my brother's and call the police.
He had gone when i returned,i checked the Fiesta assuming he had climbed in to keep warm,no,checked the verge and ditch both sides nothing.I climbed in the car and papped the horn once from memory and then slowly continued hoping to see him up the road again,i never did.I had more than a few that evening and the next and didn't say anything to my hosts about the incident.I did later call my brother a couple of times and ask him about the local news in the following weeks for my own piece of mind without giving the game away, but alas no missing boy.
What is surprising is the attitude on here. Cheap jibes as responses to serious posts.
I have absolutely no reason to doubt there is something odd going on my own house - in fact further to the stair/corridor thing - that is the area the cleaner was from my earlier post when she had her experience. Why wouldn't I think there's a spirit/whatever it's actually a logical conclusion to draw.
Doesn't bother me I'm just amazed at people's fear being presented by criticism. Science knew nothing about radio waves until the 1800's, and if you told Nelson that the was a way to voice communicate ship to ship via the air it would be seen in the same way as this thread.
I believe the causes of all this just aren't known yet, if ever they will be. Anyone who says otherwise is also saying that there is nothing left for science to find it's reached the end.
I have absolutely no reason to doubt there is something odd going on my own house - in fact further to the stair/corridor thing - that is the area the cleaner was from my earlier post when she had her experience. Why wouldn't I think there's a spirit/whatever it's actually a logical conclusion to draw.
Doesn't bother me I'm just amazed at people's fear being presented by criticism. Science knew nothing about radio waves until the 1800's, and if you told Nelson that the was a way to voice communicate ship to ship via the air it would be seen in the same way as this thread.
I believe the causes of all this just aren't known yet, if ever they will be. Anyone who says otherwise is also saying that there is nothing left for science to find it's reached the end.
Rawwr said:
Why do you interpret scepticism as fear?
In one on one conversations away from the Internet, this has definitely been the case. It's outside some peoples comfort zone. They don't believe in the paranormal, but they don't like thinking about it either.I can think of many examples, it's quite interesting to see.
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