Did you ever have a kind of supernatural moment ?

[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. "

[Mikey]

This is good talk

Love reading this stuff

[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.

[Bill]

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

[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?

[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!!!

[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.

[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.

[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.

[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...

[Random Axe]

My best friend in high school's parents bought an old plantation style home complete with slave quarters. It was used as a makeshift hospital during the Civil War. Several things happened in that house that are completely without explanation. We named the "ghost" Willie eventually.

Day one when we were moving in furniture someone went out and grabbed food and drinks since there was no electricity. While we were eating, and we all heard this, the doorbell rang twice. Not only was there no power, the doorbell wires were not connected.

When I stayed overnight in my friends room, the door knob was like a centruy old and made a HUGE noise anytime it's opened. There's no sneaking in on anyone there. You could hear the door downstairs. We both slept with fans(still do) and woke one morning to the fan unplugged in the corner of the room with the cord wrapped around it. We never left the room that night nor did anyone enter.

His step dad came home one evening, hung his sports coat on the coat hanger loosened his tie and went to the bathroom. He came back out, grabbed his blazer, which he had on all day at work, and took the dog for a walk. It was a little chilly so he put his free hand in his pocket and discovered something that still haunts him. He pulled out an old, long rusty key covered in mud. We never figured out what it went to.

Half of the attic was bricked off, at least 20 square feet. According to the historical floorplan, it should have been wide open space with no wall. We never got a chance to knock it down to look behind.

One day while my friend was visiting army buddies in Colorado and the rest of the family was out of town in Southern Kentucky, the furnace blew up and the entire house was vaporized. There was nothing left but a few bricks.

I'm actually getting a cold chill writing about this. I have no doubt there was a ghost from the war around there, maybe more.

[johnmiic]

I started heading toward the staircase at the end of this lockerroom and was within 20 ft of the door when i heard footsteps coming up the stairs. I froze and listened to footsteps coming up the stairs and into a 10ft entryway before the doorway into the room.At this point,i'm thinking,great i'm going to get busted by someone in an area i'm really not supposed to be in.I stood there waiting for that someone to come through the doorway,but the sound stopped a few feet shy of the doors.I just stood there listening,waiting for something to happen for a couple minutes.No more noise,no one coming through the dooway,... [/LEFT]

I had a History Teacher in high school who said that very often at 10pm, on the second floor of his father's house, footsteps could be heard walking thru the hallway. He said his family stood at the top of the stairs and even watched once but saw nothing even tho they heard what was obviously foot steps.

[Rallygirl]

I have co-authored three local history books. The two of us are considered the "experts" on our rural township. A few weeks ago, a neighbor called me asked about the history of her property. I spent a day gathering land and census records, all of which were pretty boring because it has been nothing but farm land since 1882 when the railroad pulled up its tracks through the property.

When I gave the neighbor the info, she seemed disappointed. After speaking for a while, she confided that she and her husband believe their 1992 house is haunted. Like many neighbors, she believes a ghost train flies past her house on the old rail bed. However, as far as the old company records show, there were never any accidents and even a single death during the short eight years the line existed. But then again, my MIL and her siblings grew up on the other side of the grade and all swear to have seen the ghost train. I have lived adjacent to the old rail grade for more than ten years now and am disappointed that I have yet to see a ghost train.

[Captain Big Trousers]

Oh here's the scariest "supernatural" thing that's ever happened to me...

1982. I'm walking in silence through a pitch black park at about 1am when I hear a low deep rumbling noise about 100 feet behind me and getting closer. I can see where the noise should be coming from, but there is nothing there. I starting walking faster, but the rumble draws closer behind me. Within a few seconds it is no more than ten feet behind me, still invisible and I am now running as fast as my legs can carry me towards the road. Then it catches up with me, loud rumbling and the ground vibrating directly beneath my feet. It feel as though the earth is going to open up and swallow me.

A few feet from the road the rumbling falls behind me and stops. I turn around under the streetlight, trying to see what is there in the dark - what has chased me out of the park. Suddenly the sprinklers in the park all go "WHOOSH" and I nearly ****ing die from a heart attack. I have been running along an underground sprinkler pipe that was filling with water.

True story.

[johnmiic]

My brother claims to have seen some "ectoplasmic presence" which he thinks might be my deceased Mom visiting him. I believe him.

During the day in summer 2010 one of my toy Trek communicators activated sitting on a shelf, untouched, without the lid flipping open. Not sure how that happened.

In High School we had a religion class on cults. When the teacher said "cults" the wind picked up suddenly making the shades flap spastically and the door slammed. We all laughed about it but the H.S. was next to 2 big cemeteries.