Deja Reve (already dreamed) all the time, hearing what people I’m talking to are about to say or are thinking at the time, and two big ones:
- My first American house. It was big, built in the late 19th century, and was home to something like six questionable deaths and a sacrificed cat in the dining room. Seriously, a sacrificed cat.
1a- In my bedroom, we placed a ceramic crucifix on the wall. Two minutes later, it was broken against the opposite wall and pieces were embedded in the ceiling.
1b- When you left something on a counter, you had to tape it down with duct tape. Otherwise you would come back to find that it had decided to move to one of the walk-in closets.
1c- We’d find white cat hair in the dining room all the time. We had no white cats. Once, a large red stain was on the northern wall for upwards of a day.
1d- A dresser from the basement that screamed when we burnt it.
1e- A lad, who himself was unexplainable in his gifts, took my mother aside and told her that it would be best if I moved in with my father, as somehow I was born with a much stronger electrical presence than most (Sub-story: After I lost my virginity, we blew out two or three electrical sockets by touch), and in some way I was acting like a portal and magnet for whatever or whomever was in that house.
1f- Cold spots, dropping upwards of 20c, would linger at random for minutes at a time, during which they had an EMP effect where all electronics within the area would die out. I lost a ton of Super Nintendo saves due to this.
1g- One night I woke up in one of the basement’s rooms, scared to death because I had dreamed that I was swimming in a pool of blood. The next day, a painter that we had hired to redo the first two floors attempted to kill himself in the room.
1h- One night I woke up in the kitchen with the phone in my hand. I asked who was on the other end, and the 9-11 operator said to hold tight and that the fire department was on their way. Someone had torched the basement, which was far below the kitchen so you couldn’t smell smoke.
1i- This one is particularly disturbing for me. I woke up on the stairs to the basement and for the next month or so had a strong affinity for the name, “Maria”. Every time I said “Maria”, a cold spot would appear. I used it to clear the couch whenever I wanted to watch tv.
2: I can’t find a good link about this, but I was in Denver/Kokomo, Indiana during the 16 April, 2008 UFO sightings. A triangle in the sky was moving south, orange balls everywhere, and apparently there was a crash on the northern end of Kokomo. All functions of the Kokomo emergency responders came out to it, but were sent away with an NDA by the feds. Here’s a poorly worded blog post I found on it..
The day of 9/11 I was sleeping in my bed. I didn’t have class that day because our middle school (I was in 7th grade) was brand new and still needed some final walkthroughs.
So at about 9:00 (after the first building was hit) my sister wakes me up to tell me the twin towers were hit. I wake up pissed because I had already seen the towers hit…in my dream, though at the time I didn’t think I dreamt it. I went back to sleep.
When I finally wake up at about 10:30, my family is surrounded around the living room TV. I’m watching all this unfold and I realize, “oh crap, I dreamt this last night.”
I dreamt about 9/11 the night before.
A few years back… It was around 3.30 am, and I woke up because of a horrendous noise outside my bedroom door (which leads straight to a patio, ie: more or less to the open). The noise could be described like this: Imagine the largest array of speakers you can think of. Now imagine some pretty deep synthesizer bass sound played through all of them. It was approximately like that, although that sound was freakier. Also, it was kind of oscillating at a very slow pace, approx 4 or 5 seconds.
At first, when it woke me up, I was in a semi-dreamlike state, but when I realised that it was real, and one of the loudest things I had heard, I bolted up and sat upright in my bed, listening. It seemed to be on for ages. I was relieved that I couldnt see into the patio, as, if there would have been something present, I would have probably shit myself, and if there wouldn´t, I would still shit myself, totally baffled as to the whereabouts.
However, I was still kinda scared without seeing anything. On top of that, a light starting shining into my room, through the covered window. As if someone had come up the driveway. Except there was no car and my house is isolated in that the only car that would come up that driveway would be that of our family and not just random cars riving by. I slapped myself to make sure I was not dreaming.
After about 10 minutes, I realised that it was slowly getting further away (as the sound pitch got higher), and after another 5 it was gone. (maybe it was less, I didnt count). It took me a while to get back to sleep. Thank god that I wasnt fully aware of what had happened, as I think I probably wouldnt have been able to fall asleep then.
I know it was real, as the first thing I did when waking up, was smack my alarm clock to (by help of the backlight) see what time it was, ie: approx 3.30 am.
What also freaked me out, was that the next morning while playing ping pong with my (younger) bro, he said that the door to the computer/living room was open, and I KNEW that I had closed it as the last person leaving it the night before.
When I was a 3rd year at college I joined the local University paper. I was given my first assignment to write about new local businesses around campus. I got the number of a local council member to get a quote from. When I call, the council member is busy so I leave a message. After lunch I call the council member again, because he hasn’t returned my call. When I get a hold of him he claims to have already talked to an Adam Manfredi (my name) from the university paper. I am confused as I have not talked to him yet. I hang up and check around the office to see if anyone had called the council member to help me on my story, but no one has. I call him back an apologize tell him that there must have been some miscommunication and ask to interview him. I get some quotes from him and he gives me the number of another city official to call. I call this one and he to has already talked to an Adam Manfredi from my school’s paper.
At this point I am convinced that the staff is playing a practical joke on me but after repeated inquires everyone is as confused as me. I call the city official back get some quotes and he says that the person who called before asked very similar questions.
At this point I am feeling I am going a bit crazy (it happens) and just play the thing off as if it was just a misunderstanding.
So yeah could have been a very elaborate practical joke, involving the city council member and other city hall staff and the staff of the paper, but the whole thing just really put me in a strange mood and various parts of it I have never been able to fully explain (the fact that the council member would have had to been in on it and the other city official and why if it was a joke someone would admit to it in the end for laughs and a few other details). This of course doesn’t mean there isn’t a logical explanation just yeah something that has always stuck out in my memory.
Let me first start by saying that I am a very rational person. This is not a story I tell everyday.
I am of cambodian decent. My uncle is a… “shaman”. I don’t know the right word for that but, he chases and talks to ghost. It wasn’t his job since he cannot make profit from it (long story). But I assisted one of his things.
Basically, he took an egg, melted some wax on the big side of the egg, and glued small candle on it.
He then proceeded to put the small side of the egg on the ground… told something in sanskrit, and released it. The egg was holding still, standing, with a candle on its head burning.
He proceeded to ask his questions, it was about a relative that just died. I didn’t very listen as I was looking at the egg. As soon as he finished, he said “as soon as the candle is finished, the spirit will go away. in the meantime, don’t touch it”.
So I stayed there with my brother, looked at it. As soon as the candle finished, the egg rolled down.
I was 12 years old at the time. I still can’t understand it. It’s not something I tell people everyday by fear that they will think I am a fool.
I went to an old university, one rife with ghost stories, part of it was a former women’s insane asylum; you could still go see one of the shock tubs in the basement of one of the dorms. Classic scary story stuff. I never paid much attention to it until I was visiting a friend at night in his dorm room with another friend. We were sitting around talking when all of a sudden, his door opens and shuts. We assumed it was a draft or something even though it’s a heavy door and doesn’t even stay open if you let it go. So we shove on it, make sure it’s latched. The dude whose room it is tells us that happens a lot.
A few minutes later, the door opens and shuts again. We all jump. It keeps doing this for a few minutes. I’m about to piss myself, so we all run out of the room and go to the bathroom. My friend and I had to go up a floor to the girls’ bathroom. When we came back, the room’s owner wasn’t back yet, so we stood in the hall, staring at the door. Nothing happened, so we start to relax. Then, as we watch, the knob turns, the door opens and slams shut. We jumped about a mile. Throughout the year he had things like the door and his shades flying up for no reason. I wish I had a logical explanation, but I don’t.
I was renting an apartment with a guy I’ll call Fat Pete. On this particular weeknight night I was upstairs in my bedroom with the door shut and about to fall asleep, but I kept hearing rustling in the kitchen downstairs. Drawers and cabinet doors seemed to be obsessively opening and closing. This went on for about 10 minutes and I was beginning to get frustrated because I was trying to get to sleep and I figured Fat Pete was on another drinking binge and now looking for food, or cooking. I didn’t want to go downstairs and confront him because he was a big fat jerk and I all I wanted to do was get to sleep.
A drawer would open, I could hear the knives and forks jostled about, then the drawer would shut. Same thing with the cabinet doors, open-shut-open-shut. When you live in a place for a while you get to know sounds pretty well and I was certain this is what was happening. Just about the time I decided I couldn’t take it any more I began to get out of bed but heard him shout to his girlfriend (who was staying with him that night,) “They’re here!” and he bounded out of his room and down the stairs.
He had called the police because he and his girlfriend heard the noises too. They had peeked out their door, saw my door was shut and the lights downstairs were off and decided it must be an intruder.
He grabbed his keys, ran to the door and unlocked it. Two cops burst in and fanned through our small apartment. There was one back door (bolted shut with a key, as was the front door) and no signs on forced entry. In fact, being a drafty apartment I had temporarily sealed all the windows for the winter with a kind of shrink-wrap plastic film that is made taught and transparent when you hit it with a warm hair dryer; there was no way someone could have gotten in those windows without leaving obvious evidence.
The police searched the place and found no one. There was no possible way anyone could have gotten in or out with the key-bolted doors and sealed windows. The police found no evidence of entry, either. I heard the noises independently of him and his girlfriend. So what the hell was it