Did you ever have a kind of supernatural moment ?

[emeraldknight47]

Let me start off my saying that I, for one, definitely believe in the supernatural. I think, if you believe in God or any of the stuff that's beyond the realm of man in the Bible, you have to give credence to the supernatural. Not ALL supernatural stuff is evil, it's just beyond the realm of the natural, so maybe a better term should be "extranatural." I dunno, I'm just rambling...

Anyway, it was summer 1975 here in the Ohio Valley. I was 9, my sister 13 and my brother, the leader of our little gang, was 17. We had our dog. Peaches, out for a walk as we frequently did to give our folks some quiet time.

We always walked through a subd called Bellemeade and then Moorgate. Moorgate dead ended onto UofL's Shelby Campus. At the edge of that campus, and just past the Moorgate subdivision was a little cemetery with all the usual trappings---low, stone walls with cast-iron railings, high weeds and grass and the obligatory big, scary looking tree along with some unkempt headstones. My brother had the wise idea that we should all go traipsing into said cemetery to explore. As younger kids, we followed because, well, he told us to and he would've beat us up if we didn't!

Summers in the Ohio Valley, as elsewhere, are hot, humid and usually just miserable and this summer was no different. This is crucial knowledge to the story, just so you know...

We walked through the little opening in the cemetery wall (right past the "KEEP OUT" sign) and plunked our butts on the wall whilst my brother walked around and proceeded to try and scare us with ghost stories and the such. With it being hot and humid and summer, that didn't work very well. Peaches, the dog, lay sprawled out by a one of only two above ground crypt boxes, panting and trying to cool off.

Spying where Peaches was laying, my brother, genius that his is, decided it would be cool to open one of the crypt lids all the way (one was already a little ajar, probably due to other people partying in the cemetery) and look inside. My sister prompted him against it, but he ignored her and did it anyway. This is where it got creepy...

As soon as my brother started pushing the lid aside, the sun, which had been shining brightly, disappeared (presumably behind a cloud) and a wind started blowing through the cemetery. The further he pushed the lid open, the stronger (and colder) the wind got. Peaches, who was perhaps the laziest dog in the world and very, very laid back, got up like a shot, spun around and, staring up at my brother, starting barking her fool head off before bolting out of the cemetery and heading for the open ground of Shelby Campus. My sister and I lit off after her and my brother followed. As soon as we cleared the cemetery walls, the wind went away, the sun was back out and Peaches stopped running and dropped back to the ground, panting.

Did something come up out of that crypt that we couldn't see or only the dog could see? To this day, I don't know. But I do know it was a damn creepy event at the time...

[johnmiic]

^^^That reminds me of the 1 year anniversary of 911 in NYC. All during the day, on that anniversary, the wind whipped up and blew dust and dirt through the concrete canyons of lower Manhattan. One commentator did say on air that he wondered if the souls of the departed were crying out that day.

[Gorn Captain]

My best friend's Dad really loved a big wooden statue, which he kept beside the mantle piece. His Dad died from cancer a few years later.
Another year later, their house burnt down (originating in the fireplace).

The whole house went, and the only thing that was completely untouched was that wooden statue.

[torgospizza]

Let me start off my saying that I, for one, definitely believe in the supernatural. I think, if you believe in God or any of the stuff that's beyond the realm of man in the Bible, you have to give credence to the supernatural. Not ALL supernatural stuff is evil, it's just beyond the realm of the natural, so maybe a better term should be "extranatural."

Supernatural covers it pretty nicely. I get what you're saying--religious inclinations aren't inherently frightening, just beyond the realm of our understanding (i.e., supernatural). What puzzles me are the ghost hunter guys that are out there with equipment. If it's measurable, it's not supernatural any more than lightning or the tides are. We can't see ultraviolet colors in the spectrum because the photoreceptors in our retinas aren't geared for wavelengths of that brevity, but they are there and very much part of the natural world. If ghosts or whatever are able to be monitored or measured, they have to have laws of nature apply to them, as well. Maybe we don't know those laws or the particulars, but it seems evident that if something acts on the physical plane--turning a doorknob, f.ex.--it has to be applying some sort of action physics can explain. Those ghost hunter guys shouldn't use the term supernatural just because they're dealing with creepy stuff, I suppose I'm saying. There are all sorts of weird things in the natural world--some friends and I once had what would be called a Bigfoot sighting, and I don't believe in Bigfoot. Weird stuff happens.

[emeraldknight47]

Supernatural covers it pretty nicely. I get what you're saying--religious inclinations aren't inherently frightening, just beyond the realm of our understanding (i.e., supernatural). What puzzles me are the ghost hunter guys that are out there with equipment. If it's measurable, it's not supernatural any more than lightning or the tides are. We can't see ultraviolet colors in the spectrum because the photoreceptors in our retinas aren't geared for wavelengths of that brevity, but they are there and very much part of the natural world. If ghosts or whatever are able to be monitored or measured, they have to have laws of nature apply to them, as well. Maybe we don't know those laws or the particulars, but it seems evident that if something acts on the physical plane--turning a doorknob, f.ex.--it has to be applying some sort of action physics can explain. Those ghost hunter guys shouldn't use the term supernatural just because they're dealing with creepy stuff, I suppose I'm saying. There are all sorts of weird things in the natural world--some friends and I once had what would be called a Bigfoot sighting, and I don't believe in Bigfoot. Weird stuff happens.

I had a Bigfoot sighting of my own a few years back at Shoe Carnival! They guy trying on shoes next to me needed a size 15. That a pretty big foot!!!

[johnmiic]

some friends and I once had what would be called a Bigfoot sighting, and I don't believe in Bigfoot. Weird stuff happens.

Did you report it? What happened?

[Bill]

Twice in my teens something supernatural happened but I don't believe either one of them. Strange, isn't it?

[torgospizza]

Did you report it? What happened?

It was reported here, and it's just like it reads--there were four of us there, but only the two of us on the passengers' side of the car saw it. I saw it first but didn't say anything--I just looked at the other guys to see if they'd seen it--and the guy in front of me spoke up. I asked him what he saw, and he said he saw a Bigfoot, which I admit is what it looked like. They wanted to stop, but I vetoed it because although we were pretty big, athletic guys, whatever it was was huge and I thought getting into some weirdness wasn't on the agenda. To this day, I have no idea what it was. It looked like a Bigfoot or Sasquatch or whatever, but like I said earlier, I don't believe they exist. No one's running across skeletons in the woods or running into them with their cars. Only thing I can think of is it was a prank or some sort, but if it was a guy, he was taller than anyone I'd ever seen (definitely 7'+ because it dwarfed me and I'm 6'4") and was taking a huge risk of getting shot. People carry hunting rifles in their trucks in rural areas around here, especially back in those days. Who/whatever it was was trying like heck to hide it seemed, too. People see weird stuff, and a lot of time it's not what it appears to be. I think this was one of those times.

[Mikey]

This is good talk

Love reading this stuff

[ddgaff1132]

I guess everybody gets at least one. As my Dad stated after mine. I was a Paperboy in the 80's. I was approaching a customers house about to drop off their news paper when an elderly man came from the rear porch to my left of the house. In a German or east European accent he told me that they did not want a paper. (At least that's the best I could make of his heavy accent.) So I continued on my way without leaving a paper. Later the home owner phoned my house asking why she didn't receive her paper. I related my encounter with the old man to her. My Father hearing all this decided to drive me to the house so I could deliver the paper without being late for dinner. On arrival, The home owner told me her senile Mother sometimes answers the door wearing a hat to cover her thinning hair. She assumed I had mistaken the elderly woman for a man. I pointed out that the encounter happened outdoors and the man was without a hat but dressed in all male attire. My female customer gave a shudder and laughed it of as one of those weird stories. On the trip home. My Dad stated. "Well now you got your Ghost Story." Because he had an experience during WW2 that he would tell. I looked back at him and replied. "Ghost story nuthi'n. Grandma was getting busy with one of the older neighbors. "