Any of you Joe Q. Public's ever have a paranormal experience ? Define that however you wish. If you have a story you feel strongly about, tell it.
Personally, I have just one that may or may not be the real McCoy. It could be explained any number of ways, but the timing was key. In quick summary... My g/f's father was missing in her life for about 7 years. I googled his name one night and found an obituary dated about 8 months prior. I brought her into the room and we read it together to make sure it was him. It was.
So anyway... she is an emotional wreck and cries herself to sleep that night somewhere around midnight. She was in really bad shape. If you've ever had a parent pass, you know... At about 3 am I awakened to some scratching INSIDE the wall right behind our head board. I'm like... wtf... a mouse in the wall. what do ya know. My g/f ? She is out COLD, no stirring and no response to me saying her name. whatever... back to sleep. 20 min later the scratching is in a different wall. It's up high, it's down low... it's changing walls and shit. I'm like WTF man, still groggy, but still thinkin' it a mouse. We lived there 2 years, never had a mouse or any critter of any sort in any wall. I am groggy, but still processing info logically. It's gotta be a small animal in the wall, nvr thought anything different. Not freaked out at all. Back to sleep. Somewhere around 4 am the scratching is now inside the fcking closet accross the room which has its door closed. I have a few moments to think about the house construction and I know there aren't any holes in the closet. Something is physically in there though. I am now sitting up in bed... hair a bit raised on the back of my neck and ready to get up to investigate. Before my foot hits the floor... all the shit on the top shelf inside the closet just comes crashing down. Yea, I froze like a MFer.
My g/f? She's just not even close to waking up. She's in some kind of comatose, deep ass sleep and can't hear shit. I did eventually get up and I did open that closet door. I found nothing in there. No holes, no varmint, nothing... the g/f slept another few hours and we got up with the morning light. I was pretty much awake the rest of the time.
Yea, you can read this and come to the conclusion it was a mouse. I am of the firm opinion after having experienced all that first hand and knowing the construction of the room... that it was her dad's presence. Not exactly sure what he was doing there. But in the few hours after the closet deal, I was sorta talking softly into the room that I would take care of her. Either a mouse was laughing his ass off or her dad was listening. Either way, there was a sense of peace once I seemed to acknowledge him.
Ok, Joe Six Packs.. what do ya got? Who saw a fcking UFO or a ghost or some shit like that? What do ya got?
Personally, I have just one that may or may not be the real McCoy. It could be explained any number of ways, but the timing was key. In quick summary... My g/f's father was missing in her life for about 7 years. I googled his name one night and found an obituary dated about 8 months prior. I brought her into the room and we read it together to make sure it was him. It was.
So anyway... she is an emotional wreck and cries herself to sleep that night somewhere around midnight. She was in really bad shape. If you've ever had a parent pass, you know... At about 3 am I awakened to some scratching INSIDE the wall right behind our head board. I'm like... wtf... a mouse in the wall. what do ya know. My g/f ? She is out COLD, no stirring and no response to me saying her name. whatever... back to sleep. 20 min later the scratching is in a different wall. It's up high, it's down low... it's changing walls and shit. I'm like WTF man, still groggy, but still thinkin' it a mouse. We lived there 2 years, never had a mouse or any critter of any sort in any wall. I am groggy, but still processing info logically. It's gotta be a small animal in the wall, nvr thought anything different. Not freaked out at all. Back to sleep. Somewhere around 4 am the scratching is now inside the fcking closet accross the room which has its door closed. I have a few moments to think about the house construction and I know there aren't any holes in the closet. Something is physically in there though. I am now sitting up in bed... hair a bit raised on the back of my neck and ready to get up to investigate. Before my foot hits the floor... all the shit on the top shelf inside the closet just comes crashing down. Yea, I froze like a MFer.
My g/f? She's just not even close to waking up. She's in some kind of comatose, deep ass sleep and can't hear shit. I did eventually get up and I did open that closet door. I found nothing in there. No holes, no varmint, nothing... the g/f slept another few hours and we got up with the morning light. I was pretty much awake the rest of the time.
Yea, you can read this and come to the conclusion it was a mouse. I am of the firm opinion after having experienced all that first hand and knowing the construction of the room... that it was her dad's presence. Not exactly sure what he was doing there. But in the few hours after the closet deal, I was sorta talking softly into the room that I would take care of her. Either a mouse was laughing his ass off or her dad was listening. Either way, there was a sense of peace once I seemed to acknowledge him.
Ok, Joe Six Packs.. what do ya got? Who saw a fcking UFO or a ghost or some shit like that? What do ya got?
