Experiences.
Hello there. :) I haven't been active in this community for a few years now, so I have to get the hang of being back in the groove of things. Alright,
let's get started..
Ever since I was very young, I've always been a little chicken, especially when it came to the paranormal and everything like that. I used to watch horror movies that sensationalized the paranormal (and to be quite frank, that shit pisses me off now) and so I was a little afraid girl with all these ideas running through my head. The first time I could ever remember having an experience was after my parents were divorced and my mom, my brother, and I moved out into my grandparents house. Their house is extremely old, and used to be a farmhouse for a family during Civil War times, I believe (though I could be wrong on this one, so don't quote me. :c) The point is, that thing is old and creepy. Some of the history includes a death in the den room, and my mom's side of the family actually knows the lady who died there. After hearing stories from my mom about her childhood, and all of the experiences she had (smelling old-lady-type perfume, hearing her name called out despite being home alone, just general weirdness), I was a slightly freaked out 8 year old. :) One night, I woke up in the middle of the night, (something that I did regularly and randomly) and was just chilling out. I remember usually feeling a bit terrified or just generally scared when I woke up, but could never explain why. So I'd turn on my light, read or calm myself down, and try to lull myself back to sleep. On this particular night, though, I saw something in the hallway near my door. I had a large mirrored wall next to my bed, and couldn't see anything in it, but when I turned around (something in my mind just told me to turn around, flip over and look) I saw a blatant, black figure. As soon as I saw it, it disappeared. Now I almost think it was the older lady who died there checking up on me since I woke up, and that makes me smile a bit and gives me a warm feeling. But needless to say, for the longest time, I was absolutely scared of my room and wouldn't be in there at night. I hated it so much, and after hearing my brother's experiences in that house, including hearing his name called out by me or my mom, even when he was alone in the house, I have an even more uneasy feeling toward the house. Even now if I have to stay there if my mom goes off on vacation or something, I have to talk myself up to go to bed. It's still a bit freaky, and unfortunately, my grandparents are in denial. But, everyone has different ideas.
The next happened a while after my parents divorced, and sadly, after my father suddenly passed away (something you might remember me dabbling into on here a few years back). Because my father passed away so suddenly, I never really got to say goodbye to my dad and I had always had a very close relationship with him. Even at his funeral, I was still so shocked and devastated that I never said a proper goodbye to him, and that's something I regret to this day. But I know he knows that I love and miss him very much, so I suppose all is well. :) Anyway, back to the story.. It was relatively soon after my father's passing that I had a dream one night that will stay with me forever. In the dream, my father seemed to be standing in our driveway at the house we moved into (and currently live at) after things got settled with the divorce. I was confused because I knew he wasn't alive anymore, but I didn't want to miss another chance and really wanted to talk to him. I think I was trying to summon him closer to me or something since I wanted to talk, but he wouldn't come near me. Instead, he jumped into a car and drove off while waving at me goodbye. I was extremely sad and confused when I woke up from the dream, and promptly told my mom. This made her tear up and a while after, she told me that she believed it was my dad coming to me to say goodbye since we never had that closure. It makes me smile when I think about it now, but it is a little bittersweet. That was the only other dream I had about my dad, and since then I've only had another one, but that was a protection based one that was actually terrifying.
After the dream, I started to see my father in cars when my mom and I would be driving places. This didn't last for too long, and to this day I'm not sure if it was my imagination, or I was literally seeing my father in cars since I had a dream about him driving away from me. It still freaks me a bit when I think of it.
A little while after my father passed, I began hearing things in my mom's room upstairs. Her room is directly above mine and it's very easy for me to hear her walking around. Once my mom started working again and I was home alone more often than not, it started to freak me out really badly. It always sounded like someone just walking around in my mom's room, and even though we have cats, it's not the same light pattering that they make. It sounded like human footsteps, or like what it sounds like when my mom gets up in the middle of the night. It got a little bit worse when we started to renovate my room and ripping up the carpet and what not. I had to start sleeping out in the living room since I had no where else to go. I kept all my stuff out there and one night, while being home alone, I started hearing footsteps again. Since the stairs to my mom's room comes down into the living room, I was absolutely scared out of my wits. I don't know if it was just because I was freaking out, or what, but I texted my brother to come home right away because I was so terrified and I didn't feel alone in my house. After he refused, I called my mom immediately and begged her to come home from work as fast as possible. Once she got home, I hugged her and felt so much relief. I had never been so happy to see my mother in all of my life. She was very angry at my brother for not coming home since I was obviously disturbed about whatever was happening. The footsteps lasted for a while, and after a bit I got used to it. But this also goes along with the next part..
I don't know how many of you may believe in reincarnation, but after my nephew was born, I am an absolute believer in the possibility of it. My nephew was born on the anniversary of my father's death. I've basically helped raise him and he's such an adorable little boy. He has definitely stolen my heart. :) However, there are very strange things that he does and it has had me and my mother raising our eyebrows. Right now, he's about 17 months old and if you've ever had a child, you would know that most don't like coffee. However, my nephew will literally drink the coffee out of my mom's cup and gets excited everytime she brings her coffee cup into the living room, like he knows exactly what's inside of it and wants to drink all of it. My mom only takes her coffee with cream, so it's not overly sweet or anything, however we just find it strange, especially since my father loved coffee. A lot. My nephew also stops what he's doing whenever the Law & Order like, *dun dun* sound comes on TV, which freaks out my mom since my dad also looooooved L&O. My nephew also does this over-the-glasses look my father used to pull all the time, except my nephew doesn't wear glasses, but it's like he's used to a pair being on his face. The particular thing that's very personal to me and makes me want to cry everytime it happens is when my nephew points to my necklace while I'm holding him or he's laying on top of me. I wear a heart necklace and inside are my dad's ashes. Sometimes he'll stop what he's doing, look down, point to it, and then look up at me with wondering eyes. I've gotten up the courage to ask him, "Who is that, Kaiden?" and he continues to look at me. Then I'll ask him, "Is that Grandpa?" He'll just continue to look at me.
After my nephew was born, the footsteps ceased. I haven't heard them since, and I'm convinced that the footsteps were actually my father walking around in my mom's room or bathroom. He was working on the wiring up there before he died, so I'm wondering if he's trying to continue his work for my mom. I also believe that since my nephew was born (especially on the date he was born) that my father is within him or he was reincarnated into my nephew. I really hope so. I hope that, in the future, having my nephew will help my brother properly grieve the loss of my father and help him realize that everything will be ok, just with time.
I was sleeping one night (I believe I posted this on here a while ago, but left out some details) and woke up suddenly for no apparent reason. Suddenly, the door to my room opened and I immediately thought that it was my cat, especially since they come in and out all the time during the night. I was waiting for my cat to jump up onto my bed, and figured that's what the feeling on my legs was. Except, when I looked down, there was no cat. It almost felt like someone was sitting on my legs or perhaps on my bed. It freaked me out quite a bit and I told my mom. She always brings up my father whenever I have an experience like that, most likely in an attempt to comfort me, which I appreciate. I do believe that my father was around my house after he died (especially since he hung out at my house a lot) and I think back and smile.
Next is a story about a possibly fake medium through the Internet but I'm very, very convinced that this is real. I was on an online chat site one night and a chat room was a psychic medium taking questions. I decided to try my luck, because at the time I was vulnerable and really wanted some kind of contact from my dad since I missed him so much, and the results were very shocking. I simply asked the person on the other side of the computer to try to contact my father for me. After asking that question, he began giving me some answers that disturbed me. He told me, "My heart is beating very fast. It hurts." Then he asked how my father passed and I told him that my dad suffered from a heart attack. Then he told me something that, to this very day, brings me to tears because of how personal and imtimate this is. I'm actually beginning to tear up as I write this.. But, the next thing he told me was, "Your dad wants you to know that you will always be his little princess." I was very much a daddy's girl and I admittedly had him wrapped around my pinky. To hear those words come from a person who had no idea who my father was or who I was, it made me burst out into hysterical tears. I thanked the medium and felt a little better about my father's passing. It chills me to this day, and I want to seek out a real medium who will possibly help me contact my father so I can let him really know how much I love and miss him and ask him how he is. Though, if the possibility that he is reincarnated into my nephew, I'm not sure how effective this will be. I've just always wanted to really communicate with my dad one last time. I think it would heal my heart a little bit more.
Lastly, my mom and I were in her room one night, and I had found the Ghost Radar app on the iPhone. I was curious about using it but was too afraid to do it alone. I convinced my mom to accompany me and we sat in her bed in dead silence, waiting for words to pop up. Now, I'm not sure how accurate or real this app is, but the few words we got from it will forever stick with me. As a little background, I've always hated my mom's room. It freaks me out, at first for no reason, but I think it mostly has to do with the fact that I used to hear things walking around up there when I was alone. But anyway, I do believe that the few words we got were 'you', 'by', and 'lamp'. My mom and I then both looked at each other and then to the lamp on her bedside table. I don't know if it was a spirit trying to contact us or have it's voice heard but it freaked me out quite a bit. I stopped using that app after that and haven't really touched it since.
I hoped you enjoyed this lengthy post, and I'd love to hear some of your experiences as well! :)
Also, does anyone have any advice about contacting passed loved ones? I know I've posted about this before, and I'm open to most things beside Ouija boards. Nooooooo thank you. Nope. I'd really like to know (not for my father) but because my Aunt is very ill at this time, and she will inevitably pass. She's had pancreatic cancer for a while now. I'd just like to be able to talk to her after, if possible. She's very nice and sweet and I love her very much.
EDIT: Fixed the cut since I'm a n00b.
let's get started..
Ever since I was very young, I've always been a little chicken, especially when it came to the paranormal and everything like that. I used to watch horror movies that sensationalized the paranormal (and to be quite frank, that shit pisses me off now) and so I was a little afraid girl with all these ideas running through my head. The first time I could ever remember having an experience was after my parents were divorced and my mom, my brother, and I moved out into my grandparents house. Their house is extremely old, and used to be a farmhouse for a family during Civil War times, I believe (though I could be wrong on this one, so don't quote me. :c) The point is, that thing is old and creepy. Some of the history includes a death in the den room, and my mom's side of the family actually knows the lady who died there. After hearing stories from my mom about her childhood, and all of the experiences she had (smelling old-lady-type perfume, hearing her name called out despite being home alone, just general weirdness), I was a slightly freaked out 8 year old. :) One night, I woke up in the middle of the night, (something that I did regularly and randomly) and was just chilling out. I remember usually feeling a bit terrified or just generally scared when I woke up, but could never explain why. So I'd turn on my light, read or calm myself down, and try to lull myself back to sleep. On this particular night, though, I saw something in the hallway near my door. I had a large mirrored wall next to my bed, and couldn't see anything in it, but when I turned around (something in my mind just told me to turn around, flip over and look) I saw a blatant, black figure. As soon as I saw it, it disappeared. Now I almost think it was the older lady who died there checking up on me since I woke up, and that makes me smile a bit and gives me a warm feeling. But needless to say, for the longest time, I was absolutely scared of my room and wouldn't be in there at night. I hated it so much, and after hearing my brother's experiences in that house, including hearing his name called out by me or my mom, even when he was alone in the house, I have an even more uneasy feeling toward the house. Even now if I have to stay there if my mom goes off on vacation or something, I have to talk myself up to go to bed. It's still a bit freaky, and unfortunately, my grandparents are in denial. But, everyone has different ideas.
The next happened a while after my parents divorced, and sadly, after my father suddenly passed away (something you might remember me dabbling into on here a few years back). Because my father passed away so suddenly, I never really got to say goodbye to my dad and I had always had a very close relationship with him. Even at his funeral, I was still so shocked and devastated that I never said a proper goodbye to him, and that's something I regret to this day. But I know he knows that I love and miss him very much, so I suppose all is well. :) Anyway, back to the story.. It was relatively soon after my father's passing that I had a dream one night that will stay with me forever. In the dream, my father seemed to be standing in our driveway at the house we moved into (and currently live at) after things got settled with the divorce. I was confused because I knew he wasn't alive anymore, but I didn't want to miss another chance and really wanted to talk to him. I think I was trying to summon him closer to me or something since I wanted to talk, but he wouldn't come near me. Instead, he jumped into a car and drove off while waving at me goodbye. I was extremely sad and confused when I woke up from the dream, and promptly told my mom. This made her tear up and a while after, she told me that she believed it was my dad coming to me to say goodbye since we never had that closure. It makes me smile when I think about it now, but it is a little bittersweet. That was the only other dream I had about my dad, and since then I've only had another one, but that was a protection based one that was actually terrifying.
After the dream, I started to see my father in cars when my mom and I would be driving places. This didn't last for too long, and to this day I'm not sure if it was my imagination, or I was literally seeing my father in cars since I had a dream about him driving away from me. It still freaks me a bit when I think of it.
A little while after my father passed, I began hearing things in my mom's room upstairs. Her room is directly above mine and it's very easy for me to hear her walking around. Once my mom started working again and I was home alone more often than not, it started to freak me out really badly. It always sounded like someone just walking around in my mom's room, and even though we have cats, it's not the same light pattering that they make. It sounded like human footsteps, or like what it sounds like when my mom gets up in the middle of the night. It got a little bit worse when we started to renovate my room and ripping up the carpet and what not. I had to start sleeping out in the living room since I had no where else to go. I kept all my stuff out there and one night, while being home alone, I started hearing footsteps again. Since the stairs to my mom's room comes down into the living room, I was absolutely scared out of my wits. I don't know if it was just because I was freaking out, or what, but I texted my brother to come home right away because I was so terrified and I didn't feel alone in my house. After he refused, I called my mom immediately and begged her to come home from work as fast as possible. Once she got home, I hugged her and felt so much relief. I had never been so happy to see my mother in all of my life. She was very angry at my brother for not coming home since I was obviously disturbed about whatever was happening. The footsteps lasted for a while, and after a bit I got used to it. But this also goes along with the next part..
I don't know how many of you may believe in reincarnation, but after my nephew was born, I am an absolute believer in the possibility of it. My nephew was born on the anniversary of my father's death. I've basically helped raise him and he's such an adorable little boy. He has definitely stolen my heart. :) However, there are very strange things that he does and it has had me and my mother raising our eyebrows. Right now, he's about 17 months old and if you've ever had a child, you would know that most don't like coffee. However, my nephew will literally drink the coffee out of my mom's cup and gets excited everytime she brings her coffee cup into the living room, like he knows exactly what's inside of it and wants to drink all of it. My mom only takes her coffee with cream, so it's not overly sweet or anything, however we just find it strange, especially since my father loved coffee. A lot. My nephew also stops what he's doing whenever the Law & Order like, *dun dun* sound comes on TV, which freaks out my mom since my dad also looooooved L&O. My nephew also does this over-the-glasses look my father used to pull all the time, except my nephew doesn't wear glasses, but it's like he's used to a pair being on his face. The particular thing that's very personal to me and makes me want to cry everytime it happens is when my nephew points to my necklace while I'm holding him or he's laying on top of me. I wear a heart necklace and inside are my dad's ashes. Sometimes he'll stop what he's doing, look down, point to it, and then look up at me with wondering eyes. I've gotten up the courage to ask him, "Who is that, Kaiden?" and he continues to look at me. Then I'll ask him, "Is that Grandpa?" He'll just continue to look at me.
After my nephew was born, the footsteps ceased. I haven't heard them since, and I'm convinced that the footsteps were actually my father walking around in my mom's room or bathroom. He was working on the wiring up there before he died, so I'm wondering if he's trying to continue his work for my mom. I also believe that since my nephew was born (especially on the date he was born) that my father is within him or he was reincarnated into my nephew. I really hope so. I hope that, in the future, having my nephew will help my brother properly grieve the loss of my father and help him realize that everything will be ok, just with time.
I was sleeping one night (I believe I posted this on here a while ago, but left out some details) and woke up suddenly for no apparent reason. Suddenly, the door to my room opened and I immediately thought that it was my cat, especially since they come in and out all the time during the night. I was waiting for my cat to jump up onto my bed, and figured that's what the feeling on my legs was. Except, when I looked down, there was no cat. It almost felt like someone was sitting on my legs or perhaps on my bed. It freaked me out quite a bit and I told my mom. She always brings up my father whenever I have an experience like that, most likely in an attempt to comfort me, which I appreciate. I do believe that my father was around my house after he died (especially since he hung out at my house a lot) and I think back and smile.
Next is a story about a possibly fake medium through the Internet but I'm very, very convinced that this is real. I was on an online chat site one night and a chat room was a psychic medium taking questions. I decided to try my luck, because at the time I was vulnerable and really wanted some kind of contact from my dad since I missed him so much, and the results were very shocking. I simply asked the person on the other side of the computer to try to contact my father for me. After asking that question, he began giving me some answers that disturbed me. He told me, "My heart is beating very fast. It hurts." Then he asked how my father passed and I told him that my dad suffered from a heart attack. Then he told me something that, to this very day, brings me to tears because of how personal and imtimate this is. I'm actually beginning to tear up as I write this.. But, the next thing he told me was, "Your dad wants you to know that you will always be his little princess." I was very much a daddy's girl and I admittedly had him wrapped around my pinky. To hear those words come from a person who had no idea who my father was or who I was, it made me burst out into hysterical tears. I thanked the medium and felt a little better about my father's passing. It chills me to this day, and I want to seek out a real medium who will possibly help me contact my father so I can let him really know how much I love and miss him and ask him how he is. Though, if the possibility that he is reincarnated into my nephew, I'm not sure how effective this will be. I've just always wanted to really communicate with my dad one last time. I think it would heal my heart a little bit more.
Lastly, my mom and I were in her room one night, and I had found the Ghost Radar app on the iPhone. I was curious about using it but was too afraid to do it alone. I convinced my mom to accompany me and we sat in her bed in dead silence, waiting for words to pop up. Now, I'm not sure how accurate or real this app is, but the few words we got from it will forever stick with me. As a little background, I've always hated my mom's room. It freaks me out, at first for no reason, but I think it mostly has to do with the fact that I used to hear things walking around up there when I was alone. But anyway, I do believe that the few words we got were 'you', 'by', and 'lamp'. My mom and I then both looked at each other and then to the lamp on her bedside table. I don't know if it was a spirit trying to contact us or have it's voice heard but it freaked me out quite a bit. I stopped using that app after that and haven't really touched it since.
I hoped you enjoyed this lengthy post, and I'd love to hear some of your experiences as well! :)
Also, does anyone have any advice about contacting passed loved ones? I know I've posted about this before, and I'm open to most things beside Ouija boards. Nooooooo thank you. Nope. I'd really like to know (not for my father) but because my Aunt is very ill at this time, and she will inevitably pass. She's had pancreatic cancer for a while now. I'd just like to be able to talk to her after, if possible. She's very nice and sweet and I love her very much.
EDIT: Fixed the cut since I'm a n00b.