Paranormal?

One of favourite (re: least favourite) ghostly tale comes from a friend of mine, Dave, the same Dave who was in the other single bed during what shall be referred to as HKI (The Hong Kong Incident).

He regaled us with this story, much to my annoyance as I have a problem with ghosts. You just can’t fight them. Your MA skills come to naught when faced with an apparition. Monsters you can fight, made of flesh and blood, you can at least but up a struggle and punch and kick, and apply submissions, but there’s no such luck with ghosts.

Anyway, it seems that when he was younger he was a problem child, in that when it was time to go sleepy byes he would scream and scream and scream, sometimes quite violently. He was taken to various doctors, who diagnosed whatever it is they diagnosed (mental issues). He saw specialists and would still scream and scream and refuse to go to sleep.

It seems that the wee tyke was seeing things in his room. Docs put it down to the imagination of a young child, etc., etc. However, things got so bad that, out of desperation, his mum took him to see a spiritualist. The spiritualist advised that my mate Dave’s “third eye” was wide open, it shouldn’t be, as it was allowing him to “see things he shouldn’t”. That “things he shouldn’t” turned out to be two old women who would appear from the corner of his bedroom and walk towards his bed...

The spiritualist said that he could “close” his third eye and re-open it at a later date (30 years later my mate still hasn’t had it “re-opened”).

Anyway, that night, he went to his room kicking and screaming again, and again saw the old women appear in the corner of his room and advance on him. Then, and he absolutely swears it is true, he claims that the spiritualist appeared from under this bed and basically told the old women that they were no longer welcome, who promptly vanished and were never seen again...

My mate swears blind that this happened and his mother refuses to even talk about it. Maybe it was the imaginations of a child and the desperation of a mother, still, it was a rather creepy story to hear at the time.

Another friend of mine also claims to live in a haunted flat. He saw an old women looking at him from his bedroom doorway. It seems that the block of flats he is in used to be old people’s homes. When I quizzed him on why he didn’t sell up and got the hell out of there, he said he didn’t feel threatened, and found it sort of “comforting”...
 
That's some interesting timing. I've never had an experience with plants like that but considering the significance, I'd be looking at that plant with a tilted head.
 
Funny timing with this thread!

I am a firm non-believer in the paranormal, but something happened a few nights ago which freaked me out a bit.

I woke up in the middle of the night, and heard a voice close to my left ear. It whispered a few words, but I only caught the last one. I lay there for ages (in the pitch darkness, which is how I prefer to sleep) trying to come up with a rational explanation:

- Had I still been dreaming, just as I awoke? Well I'm sure I was awake before I heard it.
- Had I whispered it myself? No, it distictly came from my left.

I wouldn't say that this single episode has convinced me that the paranormal exists, but I can't come up with any logical explanation for what happened.
 
If the voice said 'sexyfuntimes, in the park, ten minutes' it was definitely Mitch.
 
I apologize if I am being rude but what was the last word? Damn this curiosity of mine...
 
I can't remember! It certainly wasn't anything dramatic, and without the rest of the sentance it was meaningless. Which may be why I've forgotten it. Sorry!
 
Quite often i hear my name being called as i am dropping off/in a light sleep. It is very clear and always sounds like it is coming from a distance. Most often it sounds like my moms' voice. My mom is alive and i know it is my own mind that lets me percieve this as an external noise rather than recognise it is actually in my mind but it still wakes me up in an instant. I find it very hard to sleep afterwards and this is probably because i grew up believing in ghosts and ghouls, not just believing but paranoid and terrified.

I spent a large portion of age 6-12 lying awake at night too terrified to sleep in case the monsters came; my parents were big on the 'don't be stupid, there's no such thing as ...' line but it didn't help. It comes from an over-active imagination i'm sure, and i think that some of the terror we all must occasionally experience, no matter what our beliefs or non-beliefs may be, are rooted in a primal survival instinct to avoid the unknown when it is dark.
 
Not to sound like a nut but if i concentrate hard enough i can make it so it sounds like songs are playing in the distance outside my head when its really inside.
 
I was the same. Went through my childhood scared stiff at bedtime because of all the 'ghost' crap that some people think is a really great way to entertain small children.

But that was a l-o-n-g time ago. Longer ago than most MAPpers have been alive! I'm nearly fifty ( ) and I haven't been scared of the thought of ghosts for about forty years now. I'm totally sceptical about all that paranormal stuff.

What happened the other night didn't so much scare me because I thought I'd heard a ghost, rather it freaked me out because I couldn't explain it. I was perfectly calm, but I felt a growing sense of unease because however much I tried to rationalise it, I couldn't.
 
It seems to me like a lot of people need to get their gas heaters fixed.

I've had one event that felt "paranormal".
I was out walking one night in Cornwall when up ahead I saw a ghostly figure. It was luminous and shimmering. I got a massive sense of dread and fear. I was forced to walk back the other way.
A bit further up the road I had a stern word with myself and walked back to look again.
The figure was still there. I was still scared but this time forced myself onward.
I got closer and closer...until...it stopped being human shaped.
As I got near it became clear that it was caused by a street light a few streets away shining through a gap onto some wet ivy. The light didn't illuminate anything else so it was isolated from a light source. My angle to it caused it to look human shaped.
The darkness and lack of foreground landmarks made it hard to determine where in space the shape was so it appeared to be nearer than it was.
Breeze on the ivy made it shimmer.
My brain did the rest!
Another person would have maybe walked off when they first saw it and to this day remain convinced they'd seen a ghost.
 
Oh and at least 2-3 times a year I get sleep paralysis.
Where you get caught between dreaming and waking.
It manifests itself by a feeling of utter dread that a malevolent "thing" is about to get me and/or my family but I physically cannot move to fight it.
I come full awake with a massive jolt or shout and often carry the "feeling" for the next few hours.
It ain't pleasant but it ain't paranormal either.
 
again not wanting to sound like a nut.
during my finals in high school i had exploding head syndrome...

when it first started, i went to sleep and had a dream where this guy went into a circle chamber. i was watching from above.
there was a big stone disc opposite the door of the chamber.
suddenly a massive lion head made of lightning appeared out of the stone disc.
there was a sound like something rushing past my ears and i could feel it in my head.
i couldnt move or exit the dream even though i tried to wake up.
the electric lion head started roaring and shouting something, not at the man but at me, the spectator.
at first i didnt understand but then i realised he was saying "you are mine. your soul is mine. this is my world."

when i woke up it was the most terrorfying thing ever. never experienced fear like that.
i was afraid of going to sleep that night thinking i was possessed and goint to kill my family.
i laughed the next day when the school nurse said i was just stressed from exams.
it happened again but differently. the next couple of times i was in the sea and the rushing was water, sounded like water but the waves were calm.
never told anyone about that.
 
Sleep paralysis is absolutely fruggin' awful.

The worst bout I had was coming back from HK and sitting at the foot of the bed reading, trying to stay awake till bedtime to get my body clock back to normal. I failed, instead I "saw" myself asleep and I was trying my best to make myself move because if I didn't something "very, very, bad" was going to happen to me.

Totally horrible feeling. You're awake but motionless and the feeling of impending doom is unbearable...
 
I had a good one where I had sleep paralysis, and somehow in the confusion, the paralysis must have worn off and I turned around and became convinced that the dressing gown hanging on the hook was a vampire. I attacked it. It's funny in retrospect.
 
Although to be fair to this thread "my cactus looks like a cat" is one of the most bizarre reasons for believing in the paranormal I've heard in a long time.
I mean...my wife bought a cactus and the very next day I had an erection that looked just like it. Less green I grant you but very similar. No lie.
Explain THAT science!!
 
I think you should see a doctor. Spikes aren't meant to be there.
 
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