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My brother had been in a very severe motorcycle accident. He had fallen 30 feet off of an overpass onto a sloping hill shattering his vertebrae, along with broken hips, leg, and damaged organs. We were sure he was not going to survive and made the E.R. our home while waiting to see if he would awaken from his coma.
After a while he did finally come to but was not as lucid as we had hoped, and was still drugged a bit. One day we came by and the nurse waved us on in to come and visit. she left and me and my father sat next to my brother. He spoke to us in a raspy voice and asked “Where did the baby go?” My father and I were very confused as only the nurse had been in the room, but my brother was adamant that a woman carrying a baby in a basket had been standing over him. My father decides to walk over to the nurse and ask her if any women with infants had been visiting my brother. She looked puzzled and replied no, no one like that has been by. So My father being a spiritual man asks, “Ma’am, are you pregnant?”, and this woman’s eyes widen and she pales as she stammers out that yes she is, and she had just found out about it two days ago; she had yet to tell anyone, even the father of the baby or her parents.
He also had claimed that when he had first awoken from his coma drifting in and out of conciousness he had seen children surrounding his bed, guarding him. I know it might be the opiates and morphine they had him on, but he believes to this day that something, angels or what have you were protecting him in his time of need. I’m not religious or a believer in most supernatural, but this shook me pretty hard when these events happened.
Mentioned it in another thread, but I worked with a guy who was a twin. (I’ll call him “X”) One day, I see him at work, and he’s absolutely pale. I ask him what’s wrong, and he tells me he thinks he’s having an allergic reaction because if feels like his throat is swollen and he can’t breath. I tell him if he wants, I’ll take him to the hospital. He says “I might take you up on that. I feel like I’m going to pass out.” But after a bit, he’s feeling better, so we just go back to work. Next day, he’s off work. I ask a co-worker if X is sick, if he did have an allergic reaction. He says “No, X called in. X’s twin brother died yesterday.” And yes, before you ask, his twin brother had died of suffocation.
I don’t believe in the supernatural. But this was such an amazing coincidence, it really did put a shadow of doubt in my mind.
I had a dream of watching a man I didn’t recognize fall to his death on a job site. I don’t usually remember my dreams, and I almost never have bad dreams. This one stuck with me, and I told it to my family.
Two weeks later, I was working (laborer for a masonry company) on scaffold. I looked down and recognized the man from my dream. Just then I realized that I was the one that could die. I dropped the buckets of mud I was carrying and grabbed the edge of the scaffold just as some other guy bumped me off. I would have died if I fell.
Whether or not the dream was a premonition, the dream saved my life. It’s always made me question if there is something supernatural out there. Also, by supernatural, I mean natural, but not yet understood.
There were two times, once when I saw a low flying ufo(most likely a prototype b3 bomber) when I lived near an airforce base that was randomly shut down for a while. The other was this story a stripper told me. She came over to my apartment which my grandfather owned, and said she was getting freaked out by the building. She had always claimed that she had psychic powers and could hear the dead etc… we laughed at her.
Anyways i’ll try to speed this up. My current roomate at the time was there the night the stripper started rambling this crazy story about a newlywed wife being murdered and burried at the bottom of a well with this part of the house being built on top of it. (the original building was an old school cafeteria and she mentioned that aswell). While hearing this story, my roomate freaked out because his uncle told him a story about how my roomates great grandfather killed his first wife and buried her in a well. Apparently he told this to his uncle as a child on his death bed? I laughed and said how this is all just silly etc.
About two months later my grandfather showed up, and wanted to meet my roomate. Turns out my grandfather purchased the property from his great grand father at a crazy low price and then turned the building into 3 separate apartments. I remembered what the stripper said was thought wow thats just a weird coincidence. Years later my grandfathers health started failing, so I and some other family members started looking after his rental properties.
I got a call from a tenant saying a pipe froze etc. I got a propane torch some solder and went to investigate. Traced the pipe to the start of the problem under the house through this crazy small crawlspace. I set my torch down on the rim of some bricks, and noticed they were in a circle. Used my flashlight to look down and it was a stone well that someone poorly sealed up. Then I remembered the stripper, freaked out, left and called for a plumber to do the job.
My biggest fights with my mom was her trying to sneak onions in my food all the time…i hated them….then she passed away about 5 years ago and about 2 weeks after i started to get a craving for…yes, onions…1st it was just like soups and chips…then it got out of control….I woke up eating raw onion and tomato sandwiches and cooked almost everything with onions….started getting favourite onions…I still eat them but, not raw in the morning way.
miss you mom.
When I was younger we would go ‘ghost hunting’. We never really expected to see anything, but Ohio is know to have a plethora of supposedly haunted venues.
One night we went out to a dilapidated old house that supposedly was haunted. We poked around a bit, and filmed while we were doing it. Nothing real exciting until we went to check out the locked up machine building out back. This is where it got freaky.
As we were walking out to it we noticed at least 10 do not enter signs posted, as well as just how well sealed the shop was. The doors were barred, chained, nailed, and welded shut. Instantly the temperature around us dropped, and we could see our breath. It was a 70 degree night in the height of summer. We all got this strange feeling of something ‘dark’ pushing us away from the shop. We proceeded to get the hell out of there.
Later, reviewing our footage we confirmed you could see our breath. You could see the instant it happened. All three people and the camera person stopped dead in their tracks at the exact same time.
I’ve been to a lot of ‘haunted’ places, and this is the only thing that’s made me a believer with first hand experience.
Best friend’s dad died suddenly. A few days later, it was time for the funeral service and it had been raining like crap the entire day. Just a completely grey sky. At the moment of silence during the said service, the sun started shining through the roof window like crazy, illuminating the entire room. Gave me goosebumps, even though I usually tend to be a sceptic.
I’ve had two experiences. The first can be corroborated by 4 other people. The second, well, I could have just been hallucinating.
First story, it was my freshman year in college. I get in bed when I hear my roommate say “Uhh, smulz, look at the ceiling”. Six green, glowing hand prints are staggered across the ceiling like someone crawled over the ceiling. They were huge hand prints too. We run out of the room and get our neighbors. We tell them we think we’re being haunted. We’re immediately called out as trying to trick them. We hit the lights and show them the hand prints. I go to turn the light back on once we’re done observing, 3 more hand prints are now on the wall. They’re continuing the “crawl” towards to light switch.
We’re freaked out at this point. We get wet cloths to remove the hand prints. And the washing seems to work. They’re gone once we’re done with wiping down the ceiling and walls. We discuss how weird it was then decide to see if the hand prints are still gone. Hit the lights again, and now all 9 hand prints are back, plus 6 more that now appeared on the ceiling above the bunk bed two of my friends were sitting on. We couldn’t get the hand prints to go away that night. We fell asleep in the room with the hand prints there. I slept soundly though the night, which I also consider pretty odd considering the circumstances.
Second story, I’m 22 years old and home on winter break from college. I wake up in the middle of the night and see that someone is in my room. My eyes are adjusting to the darkness so I could make out it was a woman. I assume it’s my mom and ask her what she’s doing. I get no response.
Now I start getting very worried. I ask again, no response. My eyes keep adjusting to the darkness. It’s a woman in a white nightgown standing 3 to 4 feet from my bed. I keep looking at the figure. Now I notice that it’s a girl, maybe 14 years old, just standing there. I notice her eyes are fixed on me as she’s slowing rotating to her left and her head is cocked on her shoulder. Then I realize it’s as if she’s hanging from the ceiling and staring at me as she’s slowly rotating.
Yes, I know this sounds crazy and I was well aware of it at the time. I told myself this is a waking dream and it’s not happening at all. I made myself stay there and stare back at her knowing it would go away. I could do this for only about 5 more seconds (probably a lot less in reality, seemed like more), before I busted into my parents room in my boxers at 3 in the morning screaming about ghosts.
That’s right, a 22 year old wearing nothing but his boxers screaming to his parents that there are ghosts in his room. Of course, nothing was there once we went back to the room. This was most likely a waking dream. But man, I was staring at the figure for a long time telling myself it was all in my head. That figure still stayed there until I couldn’t take it anymore.
When I was 15 years old, I lived in Victoria British Colombia. There were some old houses, someone famous, or a famous family, something like that. They lived there in the early 20th century, and there are some ghost stories about the house. Maybe 7 years back they moved the houses to a park next to the museum. There are tours, and you can go through the houses on your own as well. A friend of mine, his family, and I all went through the houses together, and in the basement room of the one house we saw a woman playing piano. She played very well, and we complimented her on her abilities(the employees working as tour guides and such wore period clothes). She smiled, nodded, then kept playing. We went about our tour, and at the end we said to a man working there that the piano player was very good. He looked confused, and said there was no piano player employed there. All the employees were male. We looked at the photo on the wall behind him, showing the entire family, circa late 1800s early 1900s, and there was the piano player, sitting with the family. We went back, there was a thin, untouched layer of dust on the piano, as well as the bench.
could have just been a creative hoax to draw in toursists, or could be legit. All i know is that her face was EXACTLY the one in the photo.
A woman who was a close family friend was diagnosed with stomach cancer while pregnant with her son. This was almost 30 years ago so the only option was pretty much to terminate the pregnancy to allow treatment. She was a very devout catholic. She chose to forgo treatment until her child was born. After her child was born, she underwent surgery to try and remove some of the cancerous tissue. Upon opening her, doctors found so much cancerous tissue, they decided that she was terminal and closed her back up.
She began praying asking God to at least allow her to raise her son and see him grow up safely. A later CT scan showed her completely free of cancer. About 20 years later her son went into the police academy and got married. Less then a year later she was diagnosed with cancer again and it spread at a ravaging pace until she died. On her death bed she recalled her prayer and said she was not sad to die, and that God had given her exactly what she asked for. Even thinking about this story still messes with me to this day…
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