Brushes With The Paranormal

[darkglobe]

Has anybody here ever had a brush with the paranormal?

[dante]

Yeah, I've had a few odd things happen to me I guess...
When I was a kid (aged about 8 - so in about 1982 I reckon) I woke up in the night cos I could hear something softly creaking up the stairs outside my room. I just instinctively panicked and ran to my door as fast as possible, with the intention of getting out in time - and legging it to my parents' room. However, as I got towards the door this (what I can only describe as...) midget thing ran into my room and grabbed my left leg. It immediately injected my thigh using a sort of metal syringe device, at which point I tried to scream. I opened my mouth but absolutely no noise came out. I remember collapsing, and then the next thing I knew it was morning. I had a very small mark on my leg, which was gone in a few hours - but not before I had shown it to my mother and explained what had happened (I was VERY freaked out!!).
She convinced me that it was just a mosquito bite, and that I had dreamt the entire thing. However, a few years later we were talking about it and she admitted that at the time she had had no idea what the mark actually was, and also that she had heard me running around my bedroom in the night.
I know what I saw, I know it absolutely wasn't a dream. It's just one of those things that's always bugged me.

[darkglobe]

Wow - that sounds almost exactly like a report I read where a lady was attacked by little men in her home.... wild stuff!

[darkglobe]

Also, there used to be alot more people who experienced the modern UFO abduction as fairy abduction back in the day. One of the most famous fairy abductees is the Rev. Robert Kirk, who wrote about the creates he saw in the late 1600:

www.sacred-texts.com/neu/celt/sce/sce02.htm

The Rev. Robert Kirk, the author of The Secret Commonwealth, was a student of theology at St. Andrews: his Master's degree, however, he took at Edinburgh. He was (and this is notable) the youngest and seventh son of Mr. James Kirk, minister of Aberfoyle, the place familiar to all readers of Rob Roy. As a seventh son, he was, no doubt, specially gifted, and in The Secret Commonwealth he lays some stress on the mystic privileges of such birth. There may be "some secret virtue in the womb of the parent, which increaseth until the seventh son be borne, and decreaseth by the same degree afterwards."

It would not surprise us if Mr. Kirk, no less than the Rev. Robert Blair of St. Andrews (1650-60), could heal scrofula by the touch, like royal persons--Charles III. in Italy, for example. As is well known to all, the House of Brunswick has no such powers. However this may have been, Mr. Kirk was probably drawn, by his seventh sonship, to a more careful study of psychical phenomena than most of his brethren bestowed. Little is known of his life. He was minister originally of Balquidder, whence, in 1685, he was transferred to Aberfoyle. This was no Covenanting district, and there is no bigotry in Mr. Kirk's dissertation. He was employed on an "Irish" translation of the Bible, and he published a Psalter in Gaelic (1684). He married, first, Isobel, daughter of Sir Colin Campbell of Mochester, who died in 1680, and, secondly, the daughter of Campbell of Fordy: this lady survived him. From his connection with Campbells, we may misdoubt him for a Whig. By his first wife he had a son, Colin Kirk, W.S.; by his second wife, a son who was minister of Dornoch. He died (if he did die, which is disputed) in 1692, aged about fifty-one; his tomb was inscribed--

ROBERTUS KIRK, A.M.
Linguæ Hiberniæ Lumen.

The tomb, in Scott's time, was to be seen in the cast end of the churchyard of Aberfoyle; but the ashes of Mr. Kirk are not there. His successor, the Rev. Dr. Grahame, in his Sketches of Picturesque Scenery, informs us that, as Mr. Kirk was walking on a dun-shi, or fairy-hill, in his neighbourhood, he sunk down in a swoon, which was taken for death. " After the ceremony of a seeming funeral," writes Scott (op. cit., p. 105), "the form of the Rev. Robert Kirk appeared to a relation, and commanded him to go to Grahame of Duchray. 'Say to Duchray, who is my cousin as well as your own, that I am not dead, but a captive in Fairyland; and only one chance remains for my liberation. When the posthumous child, of which my wife has been delivered since my disappearance, shall be brought to baptism, I will appear in the room, when, if Duchray shall throw over my head the knife or dirk which he holds in his hand, I may be restored to society; but if this is neglected, I am lost for ever.'" True to his tryst, Mr. Kirk did appear at the christening and "was visibly seen;" but Duchray was so astonished that he did not throw his dirk over the head of the appearance, and to society Mr. Kirk has not yet been restored. This is extremely to be regretted, as he could now add matter of much importance to his treatise. Neither history nor tradition has more to tell about Mr. Robert Kirk, who seems to have been a man of good family, a student, and, as his book shows, an innocent and learned person.

[dante]

That's very interesting....
;D

Of course, in my vivid recollection of this traumatic event, my 'fairy' assailant wasn't quite in the Tinkerbell mould.... but resembled more a cross between Willow and the water-based demon-thrall from the 1985 movie Ghoulies (yes, the one sitting in the toilet on the poster).

I've always wondered whether the creature was an inter-dimensional 'realm' type thing (like a rock dwelling Icelandic fairy/elf), or whether it was an extra-terrestrial (er, like ET i guess...).

My gut feeling at the time was that despite the lack of glowing finger it was indeed the latter, but yet still I felt that it was not the orchestrator of the event. Instead, I felt that it was working for a higher power. In fact, in my 8 year old brain, I tried to rationalise it as a 'nurse' from another planet - I figured that the nurse creature did the routine preliminary stuff and then the doctors took over later... that was how I dealt with it. I can only say that this assumption made some kind of sense to me, that is all.

Other than that I have never seen or heard anything like this since.

I did wake up one morning with 3 holes in my forehead - which are still here 17 years later!! ....but this was most likely a spider bite or something creepy-crawly related.

The only other freaky things that ever happened to me which I can't explain occured when I was at school and then at university.
In my last year at boarding school (aged 18) I brought my ouija board from home one weekend for a laugh. It had been my mother's and her mother's before her. I had never used one before and thought it would be a bit of fun. I should have known better. In fact, when I had originally found the ouija board, in my grandma's house after her death, the lights had dimmed as I picked it up. Everyone had exclaimed then that it was not something to be messing with. I should have listened.
So anyway, at school, about 10 of us crammed into another guy's bedroom and 2 guys started asking questions to the board. Bit by bit, word spread around that this was going on and more lads from the years below us came along to see what was happening. Eventually, there were about 20 of us, all huddled around this ouija board, all laughing and generally taking the piss. Then all of a sudden one of the guys who was touching the triangle fainted - I mean seriously fainted. A few guys panicked, but we calmed everyone down and avoided the full-scale riot that might otherwise have occured. Another mate sat down and continued the seance/vigil. Nothing happened for ages, and then all of a sudden the triangle started to move - slowly at first, and gradually building in speed. Now it was time for that full-scale riot. Someone at the back questioned whether we had asked for guidance and protection from the angels and archangels, and at that moment I remember the triangle was moving so fast that we could not keep up with the letters. In fact, we could actually see the board moving underneath the triangle. Then some bright young spark shouted out 'look it's spelling DIE' which i'm pretty sure it wasn't. Anyway, this had the effect of clearing the room in a matter of milli-seconds - and joining this record breaking exodus were the 2 guys who had been touching the triangle. We all ran, every one of us. No-one closed anything down, no-one did anything to end the process. The 2 guys that had been 'in-charge' didn't say goodbye, they just fled. No-one did anything but run. There was no-one left in the room, and we didn't return for about an hour, but when we did the whole place was trashed. Without making a sound, someone or something had ripped posters off walls, turned tables over etc etc - the place was completely destroyed. The guys from the years below (that had witnessed the event) slept in one room together out of fear, and the next morning I (the owner of the board) was called into to see my housemaster. He sent me to the headmaster of the school who threatened to kick me out if I caused any more trouble. Then the school brought in a catholic priest and exorcised the room. The guy who's room it was never had any problems thereafter, though he did say on several occasions that it felt colder than before.
However, a few times since then I have seen a man in my peripheral vision. I really thought nothing of it - just a trick of the mind etc... until one evening at university. Again, 3 years after the first ouija experience, I brought the board from home to show my mates. Obviously I don't learn my lessons. This time we set it up and absolutely nothing happened. Admittedly it was a better experience than before, not just because there were girls present this time, but because there was less of the screaming and shouting and running and almost getting kicked out of school. Anyway, 2 days later, a mate and I were house sharing, and another mate came round to pick me up (we were going out that evening). As I got into his car I very clearly saw someone in my bedroom, looking out of my window. I saw this person (who I think was the same male I had seen in my peripheral vision) actually close my curtains, and then their shadow/silhouette walked away. My mate turned to me immediately, saw the look on my face and said 'don't worry dude, I saw it too'.
I know it wasn't my housemate we had seen because he was still standing by the front door. I know it wasn't anyone else because only 2 of us lived in that house, plus I'd been in my bedroom only 30 seconds previously, and in the house all day. There was something supernatural about it - that's the only way to describe it.... my mate and I were so freaked out that we couldn't go back in the house. We called my housemate and told him to get out of the house - which he did. The image I have of my hulking brute of a housemate screaming like a girl and running off down the street will live with me forever. Unfortunately, and even though after that night I never saw the man in my peripheral vision again - the image of this supernatural being looking out of my bedroom window will live with me forever too.

Oh yeah, and once I got chased through Oxshott Woods by devil worshippers with fricking bongo drums - but that's my fault for living in England I guess......

[darkglobe]

You can't just mention being chased by devil worshippers without telling us the whole thing - inquiring minds, y'know!

We had a Ouija incident, where the spirit correctly said my grandfather's middle name but our parent's never told us what his name was.

At some point when I have the time to type I'll tell of my film-set ghost incident...

[dante]

;D ....and you can't just mention your film-set ghost incident without telling us the whole thing - inquiring minds, y'know
hehehehe

The devil worshippers story is a bit crap really, and i'm not sure it can even be classed as paranormal, but i'll tell it anyway as you ask.
After my final year school exams my south african friend and i were hanging around for a few weeks with nothing to do but get up to mischief.
I've always had an obsession with the stories of Enoch, the Grigori, the Nephilim, Uriel's Machine, the meteorites, the tsunami, Atlantis, the Great Deluge, Noah, Moses etc etc (as you can probably tell already ) and anyway at this time of my life i was expanding my research into what i saw was a cover up of these stories by religions and ultimately the Illuminati. By coincidence, i noticed that an address cropped up a few times which was local to where i lived at the time.
So anyways, my friend and i went out one night to check out what it was. We drove past it a few times - just an old building with no-one around. I noticed a poster on the side of the building was for a pub a bit further down the road, so we went in for a drink.
There was a pub-quiz playing, and one of the questions made reference to another place local to me - a huge hole in the ground in the middle of the woods. Some said it was a bomb crater from the war, some said a natural occurence, i'm not sure if anyone knows for sure. My mother had told me that in the middle ages witches had been cast out of London, and that these woods were the first refuge they had found, and that this hole was the place where they had stayed. Apparently, neither grass nor tree had grown in that spot since. Anyway this hole is large - over 100 yards across, 30-40 feet deep and sandy, even though the rest of the area is earthy and muddy - i knew it well from a childhood spent exploring those woods. What i didn't know so well was the answer to the pub-quiz question, which in an almost american werewolf moment was revealed as 'with moon in monthly lock, walk not against the clock' - which means, when the moon is full don't walk around this hole anti-clockwise... apparently.
So 2 nights later, when the moon was full, that's exactly what my friend and i set out to do.
There are 2 car-parks near this hole, where 2 roads dissect the woods, a smaller car park relatively nearby and a larger one further away in the opposite direction. We drove to the smaller one, which was deserted, so we parked, got out and headed off into the trees. After a mile or so we came to the hole. I must admit the atmosphere itself was incredibly creepy, there wasn't a sound, and even though the moon was full it was completely obscured by clouds. For this reason we decided to walk down into the middle of the hole first, rather than just wander off around the perimeter in total darkness.
We were standing in the middle of the hole for about a minute i guess, and still nothing had happened, so we decided to turn around and head back up to where we had come in from, in order to start our lap. Just as we were turning around the most blood curdling scream i have ever heard rang out behind us far away in the woods. Then it came again a second later. It was so horrific i couldn't even make out if it was male or female - i was just so utterly stunned. Immediately some lights appeared amongst the trees in the general direction that the scream had come from, and an engine started up. I honestly don't know if it was a motor-bike or a chainsaw - that's how freaked out i was - it just sounded small.
My friend started to head back up the slope of the hole to the edge, but i was rooted to the spot. I couldn't move. Then the lights went out, the engine revs died to nothing and the sound of bongo drums started up. At this moment i clearly saw someone walking towards me down the slope, silhouetted against the sandy backdrop, and i panicked. I remember this person wearing robes, but for some reason all i could think about at the time were the cenobites from Hellraiser - hehehe. Anyway, it was enough to get my feet moving, and i ran. I ran like i've never run in my life, like there were fireworks in my shoes. I overtook my friend, who was scambling on all fours up the sandy bank, and as i passed him i looked back. In that moment the moon burst out from behind the clouds and lit the whole place up like daylight - and in that moment i saw the true extent of the situation i had gotten myself into. Surrounding the hole was a line of people, all the way around it. There must have been at least 50 to 60 of them all spaced apart, all wearing robes, and all just standing there watching us. My friend turned around to see this too, and the very shock of it sent him sprawling to the ground.
We ran. That is all i can say really. We ran. The moon disappeared back behind the clouds and in the darkness we ran. The bongo drums were beating out behind us and we could hear people following us through the woods, and we ran even faster. We made it to the car, and tore off into the night. As we drove away, out hearts still frenziedly beating, i decided to take the quick route home - which took us past the other car-park. We were debating what to do - should we inform someone about what had happened etc etc? - and all of a sudden the other car-park came into view. Unlike the one we had parked in, this one was absolutely packed with cars.... not just any cars either - but nice ones, very nice ones, in the middle of the night. Some of them had personalised number plates, with references to 666 and the Devil. I said something like 'mate, we have to call the police', and my friend just said 'mate, they already know', because amongst this fine display of quality automotive engineering were at least 5 or 6 police cars parked there too.
Well that's it, the devil worshippers story. Like i said it's a bit crap really cos i froze like a supermarket chicken and ran like a little girl.... I have of course been back there since on several occasions, always with armies of friends backing me up, but i've never seen anything again there like i did that night.
...And as i said before, this kind of thing is my fault for living in England i guess... ;D

Anyway, that's all the freaky stuff that's ever happened to me....
What's your story?

[darkglobe]

Here are all my paranormnal stories in one concise package:

The Ghost On The Film Set
I was working on a student film. The writer's sister had commited suicide, and the writer had written the script about the sister's slow decent into a suicide state (she had been a model in a carribean country who got chicken pox and even though it didn't scar her permanently, it messed up her psyche and self image).

The crew were all staying in the same house, and the last thing we shot the last night was the scene with the suicide victims last phone call. The actress playing the suicide felt weird, and both her and the writer felt a "presence".

We wrapped, and went to our various rooms (it was a neat old house with a bottom floor as big as a house). There were supposed to be three other people in my room, but they were all out doing other things in other parts of the house. I pulled off my glasses about to fall asleep when I heard somebody in the hall/ I looked up, and in the dim light, I could see a dark skinned woman peaking around my doorway, giving the impression of giggling. I blinked and the figure was gone. Naturally, I thought it was the writer or the sound recordest being funny (even though the figure I saw was skinny, I just figured my eyes hadn't adjusted yet).

So, I went up the hall into the room where the both of them were at to see what was up (maybe I was hoping for a little romance). But I got there and the writer was in tears because she was sure she could feel her sister's presence! When I told them that I had seen somebody in my doorway, they told me that they hadn't left there room (an open door) and they hadn't seen anybody in the hallway either.

When I expressed what I saw, the writer recognized something about the peaking around the door as being just like her sister, the playful personality before she got sick, and that maybe she was trying to tell the writer to let go of her pain. There were tears, and I refuesed to sleep in the room I was in, so we all stayed in the same room for the rest of the night.

And as for what I saw: The ghost looked very much a solid figure, but there was a contageous sense of fun, like something being communicate on a non-verbal level. Although, I don't know why it would pick me rather than her sister, unless I was in the right mental state to see it and to convey a certain message about seeing it. And it was totally non-threatening, but it didn't mean that I wanted another visit!

Worthless Dreams of the Future
Starting in my teen-age years, I began to get the worst possible dreams of the future that could occur - they are all mundane. Genrerally speaking, the glimpse is originally seen right as I'm waking up, and I dream for about 3-5 seconds of some aspect of life - walking down a hall, talking to a friend, being in a test, sitting on the train. Then, at some point it actually happens which triggers a weird feeling, like I'm trying to capture the moment and see if it matches up to the dream (which mirrors exactly my response in dream as well), and after the non-important event happens, the uncanny feeling fades. Some folks have said that it's just the feeling of deja vu, but I don't think I would be dreaming it if it were. And it's specific details that fit together - the exact conversation I'm having, along with the way I'm seeing it. I figure it's probably a natural process of some kind, maybe at those points I get hit by tachyon particles (a theoretical particle in physics) from somewhere and my mental images get sent back to me in time. It happened most often from about 13-25, but it occasionally still happens.

The UFO(?) As A Kid
There was a time when my brothers and I were all in the same room. Me & my younger brother both woke up with a bright white light coming in the window (my older brother stayed alseep the whole time). There was a revloving red light that we could see, but it was going the wrong way of a police light (and a police car would have had to be on some kind of ramp facing the house, which would have been impossible on the hill we were on). I had a little kid plastic toy periscope, and I tried to use that under the curtains to see what was going on, but all I saw was light. My brother, after much goading, decided to be brave and actually look, but he couldn't see anything either. So we went to bed - it was very quiet, so other than the light it wasn't keeping us up.

The next day, our parents said they hadn't heard of anything happening. But get this - my plastic periscope was outside the house about 5 feet from the window. In the American South, we have wire screens on our windows, put on so tight that it couldn't have fallen from the window. I also had no history of our evidence for sleepwalking, or any memory of leaving the house mytself. So how did it get outside?

Frankenstein Face
One of the weirder incidents I had was just a quick glimpse of somebody pulling out of a mall one day - I could have sworn the person was a classic Frankenstein, with square head and neckbolts (like the classic Jack Pierce make-up created for Boris Karloff) and they were screaming in complete anguish.

I'm sure it's just one of those things that was a trick of the light and my mind trying to create a picture, but it was completely surreal!

The Ouija Incident
My mom was playing around with a Ouija board with my older brother. He was about 6 or 7. My mom decided to ask what her dad's middle name was, a name that we kids had never heard, and it spelled it out correctly, without my mom leading the reader at all. it freaked her out enough that the Ouija board games stopped that day - she went from thinking it was a parlour game for fun to thinking that it was actually working somehow!

[darkglobe]

Dante:

What's interesting about your story is that I actually believe it! There have been some strange cults that have roamed the earth, so who knows what kind of group you encountered?

And if you want to read some strange stuff, check out this semi-online article linking Charlie Manson, the Son of Sam and the Process Chruch! Crazy!

[darkglobe]

Met a guy recently who is much older (about 62) but had a weird story to tell.

Basically, there was a crazy slightly older kid who lived in his neighborhood, who would occasionally come around and talk to people. He was harmless enough, so it wasn't of great concern when he came by one day. They were talking, when the crazy guy said "look at that fox"... the guy telling the story looked, and sure enough he saw a fox... a cartoon fox like old 30's & 40's cartoons, which vanished after a few seconds.

What does it mean? Weirdness, I think!