The paranormal thread

[Diamondback]

I've heard the same thing said of the Greasy Grass/Little Bighorn.

I personally didn't get that vibe at Little Bighorn, but I didn't venture out into the battlefield very far--could believe it, though. Same could be said about Antietam, I suppose. OTOH, at LBH I was traveling with relatives who insisted we all stick close between snakes and hostile natives, while Gettysburg I was "off the leash" as long as I knew how to get back to the road...

[Adrenaline_6]

I was installing an alarm in my younger days in a house. Most of you you will know the location if you ever watched MTV's Real World in Hawaii. There are a couple houses on that property. The beach house that was on MTV and another 3 story house nearer the road and gate. I was working on the latter which was going through renovation.

It was later in the work day, all the other sub contractors went home but I stayed to finish up wiring up the panel and walk testing the motion detectors. The panel was in an attic space halfway up the stairway to the 3rd floor. Weird attic location , but it was the ideal location for wiring. I never felt any weird or foreboding feeling. In fact, ghosts and the supernatural wasn't even on my mind at the time. I powered up the alarm with the battery and proceeded to walk test the motion detectors. I went to the living room and was testing one out and thought I heard someone whistle behind me. I was in "get this done so I can get out of there and go home" mode so I ignored it and payed no attention to it at all. A little bit later that whistle was right behind me, like someone whistled at you with their face right behind your head. I turned around....and absolutely nothing. I was still in "I want to go home mode" so it never dawned on me still and it didn't really phase me. What got me was when I got there the next day, a few of the sub contractors asked when I left the day before and I told them. They then asked immediately "So did you hear/see the ghost? That's when I thought back and was like wtf, I think I did. They all did at one time and the caretaker who sleeps on the bottom floor said the "ghost" walk up and down the stairs every night. He can hear it all the time, but it doesn't really hurt or bother anyone. The owner said she had to wall up 2 exterior basement doors in the beach house because ghosts liked to "walk through" there. She was nonchalant about it as it gets.

I went on vacation to Pigeon Forge and rented a cabin. We took our 2 dogs at the time ( a doberman and a long haired mini dachshund). The bottom floor had a bathroom that just gave out the creepiest evil vibe I ever felt. It wasn't spooky looking, it was modern and clean, just something wasn't right. I brought my wife down and she felt the same thing. What topped it off was I walked in there and called the doberman who follows me like velcro and she would not set one foot past that doorway and had that look like she was not comfortable there (pupils dilated - growled a little). That was not a cool feeling.

[Adrenaline_6]

My Dad told me a few experiences when he was growing up. One was about when he was 9. He and his family grew up poor and even at 9 had to prep breakfast way early in the mornings. My Grandpa trailered in an old motel onto his property and still was in the process of fixing things so the kitchen appliances was outside in a lean-to shed with a curtain in the sand. He said he woke up to do his duties and went to the shed outside. He was about to move the curtain to walk into the shed but saw a giant leg below the curtain on the other side. He yelled and took off screaming, waking everyone up saying he saw a giant man. When his family went back to the kitchen , the appliances were overturned and there was giant footprints everywhere but the giant was gone.

What really got me was many years later, I was talking to a guy who was a b/f of a friend of my g/f at the time. It just so happened he was from the same small town in Kauai. When he found out my Dad's family was from there, he asked me, hey, did you ever see the giant man over there? That totally threw me for a loop, because I wasn't even remotely thinking of my Dad's story. He said he is known to come out in the early mornings and then disappear there.

[Sam]

Our bad juju comments on Greg's CQB thread sure took off down a deep and dark rabbit hole.

[Doc Safari]

I have to think if ghost were real, given the millions of people that have lived over hundreds of thousands of years and with the number of them that died horrible, tragic and unjust deaths that all of us would have seen hundreds of ghosts in our lifetimes.

I think it is nothing more than our own uneasiness about whatever we feel is wrong about a particular place.

I believe demonic spirits masquerade as ghosts in order to deceive people into believing there is an afterlife without a Heaven or Hell.

I see patterns in "ghost" manifestations: It's always a child, a woman in white, a set of footsteps, etc. Interestingly, people report footsteps and it's amazing how often it's "three" footsteps. The demonic tries to mock the Trinity by doing things in threes: three footsteps, waking you at 3 am, three knocks on the door, etc.

I don't believe "ghosts" are the disembodied spirits of the dead: unless those dead souls are being forced to promote the demonic infestation. Demon spirit X uses the damned spirit of Aunt Lucy to draw the family into the occult, for example.

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I have not told this story very often. It happened here at the ranch in my childhood bedroom. I literally never again will doubt the existence of God in Jesus Christ because I met something so unimaginably evil that only an all-powerful God could oppose it.

I hate remembering, much less telling this story. But I will type it out ONE MORE TIME.

I was a teenager, newly converted to Christianity. My brother and I shared a room. His room was nearest the window. Late one night I was lying in bed wide awake facing away from the window.

I slowly began to have the sensation that something extremely malevolent was looking through the window at me. It was trying to put into my head that it was an "alien." Since I'm not much on the whole UFO thing I didn't believe it. I think that infuriated it. It began to put into my head the deepest anger, hatred, and malevolence that I have ever experienced in my life. The level of terror was undescribable. It was putting into my head, "if you turn and look at me I will kill you." This thing was the embodiment of utter evil. It's as if all the horrors of Hell itself were manifested in this being. I prayed to Jesus to help me as hard as I could. Gradually the feeling left--and I emphasize that I didn't just feel better--the thing left "when IT wanted to."

Ever since then I have been able to walk into a room, house, whatever, and tell if there's an evil spirit in the place.

As my story took place here at the ranch, I don't want to go into it any further.

[Norseman]

Thanks for sharing that Doc.

[Norseman]

Our bad juju comments on Greg's CQB thread sure took off down a deep and dark rabbit hole.

Yeah, but kinda a welcome reprieve from the normal doom and gloom discussed lately. Sorta a stories around the camp fire kind of nice thing.

[MountainRaven]

As an addendum to my Garand story (which I've mentioned in other threads):

I had a Soviet 91/30 Mosin-Nagant made in 1942. Never got any sort of vibes off of it. Never had any dreams about killing fascists, or being in a frozen hell.

I had a Chinese Type 53 that looks like it have been in a fight with a beaver... and lost. Never got any vibes off of it. Never had any dreams about killing dissidents, South Koreans, Americans, Nationalists, UN soldiers, wearing quilted jackets, &c.

I had a Finnish M39 Mosin-Nagant that started life at Tula prior to 1921 and was restocked and rebarreled by Sako in 1942. Never got any vibes off of it. Never had any dreams about killing Germans or Austro-Hungarians or communists or Russians or Nazis or being in an arctic heavily-wooded swamp.

Strictly speaking, I don't get any vibes off my Garand. And at the time that I had my Garand dreams, I had been doing a buttload of research on the Garand. So the probability isn't that my Garand was subliminally messaging me in my sleep about the time it had been used to kill Germans in Italy - it was probably my brain simply reorganizing my Garand files in light of my new tactile experiences with my very own Garand rifle.

So my sum total of experiences with the, "supernatural," are:

A pair of dreams with more rational explanation (Garand dreams), and;
One day I was running and felt that my recently deceased grandmother and my long deceased grandfather were watching me from somewhere on-high (which is more readily explained as being endorphins from running - and I believe I'd just hit my second wind).

I've mentioned in other threads that most people I've met who have had experiences with the supernatural or paranormal tend to be the types who enjoy engaging in the occult, watch demonic horror films, &c. The things they attribute to demonic entities, ghosts, &c. are things I tend to attribute to animals (mice in the house, squirrels on the roof, birds on the windows), the house creaking and moaning as it shrinks as it cools and expands as it warms, &c.

Along those lines, I have a former co-worker who seems to see UFOs every six months or so, usually in daylight, often while driving around. I have never, in all my late nights, taking my dog for walks under crystal clear night skies, far from city lights, ever seen anything floating in the sky that wasn't obviously a conventional aircraft or an artificial satellite - and nothing during daylight that wasn't obviously the moon, clouds, birds, aircraft, &c. Even when I was a kid and I very much, "Wanted to Believe," that UFOs were alien spacecraft visiting us - I saw bupkis.

ETA: IME: Monsters and demons are very real. They cannot walk through walls. They don't react to prayers or crosses. But they do react favorably when doused liberally with molten lead and copper.

[Sam]

Yeah, but kinda a welcome reprieve from the normal doom and gloom discussed lately. Sorta a stories around the camp fire kind of nice thing.

Yeah, a reprieve from AOC, smullett, Mueller, Civil War. I'm not sure which one is creepier.

[Doc Safari]

A year or so ago my girlfriend invited one of her former coworkers over for lunch. I'll call my girlfriend's former coworker "Evie." As I've posted before, my girlfriend is a nurse, and of course most of her friends are nurses. The subject over lunch turned to ghost stories.

Evie works as a nurse in a psychiatric facility. Whether this incident took place there or not, I don't know, but it occurred at a time when Evie was a nurse tasked with watching the patients on a certain floor, or section of a floor. It's important to note that at this facility the patients apparently each had a phone in their room. The patients were also allowed to smoke (I'm guessing with plenty of restrictions). We were busy eating and talking, and the story got interrupted several times, so it's not like I was taking notes or asking for clarification of details.

There was an old lady on the floor who smoked. She would smoke in her room--either with or without permission I'm not sure.

As Evie tells it, during another shift, this old lady had accidentally caught herself on fire while smoking in her room and had died of her injuries. Of course all the usual investigations and disciplinary actions occurred so I won't go into detail about any of that. Evie's long career and credentials make me believe her story.

Subsequently, Evie told us that the lady's room and that entire area of the ward always gave her a feeling of being unsafe. Even when the lady's room was empty, Evie claimed she could occasionally see a "shadow" moving around in the area. Of course, every time she went to investigate there was no one there.

Evie claimed that one day she entered the room where the lady had died, and saw the phone receiver floating above the rest of the phone! She motioned the "tech" as she called him to come over and put the phone back on the hook. Evie was too frightened to do it herself.

Evie was so shook up she took the matter to her bosses, who didn't necessarily believe her story but agreed that if she felt the environment was unsafe they would have the room blessed. Her status at the facility was sufficient that they humored her request as an HR matter without regard to any religious overtones. After the blessing Evie said the "mood" in the room was totally different from then on.

There were no further incidents.