Hey Pandas, Have You Ever Experienced Anything Paranormal? (Closed)

I was awoken in the wee small hours of the morning by a phone call.

Bleary I reached over and answered it. A pre-recorded voice said “Please wait while we connect you to an operator” in a very American voice (I am in Australia for context).

A moment later another American voice came on the line. “Thank you for calling Subway International, how may I direct your call?” WTF???? I explained that they had called me and that it was like 2am where I was.

After chatting for a couple of moments about the weirdness of the robo-callback, I laughed it off as one of those things and went to lay back in my bed.

But then I got a whiff of smoke in the air… I opened my front door and there was nothing on the breeze, so it wasn’t a burn off… so I decided to just check the rest of the house in case.

When I got to the back patio there was my house mate’s “Ciggie Bucket” that she put all her butts into.

It was on fire and flame was licking up the wooden patio post it was sat next to…. It had only just started.

I quickly hosed it down and soaked the ashes until I was sure it was out.

If that call hadn’t come through when it did… we could have lost everything and everyone in the house.

Not everything I have encountered is explicable by science, much as I have tried in most cases.

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Best example involves me and my mother. I woke from a nightmare involving my late dad. Shook Hubby and demanded, "Is Dad dead?" b/c I was that afraid. A few hours later, phone rang. Mom said, "Don't interrupt, I have to tell you this nightmare". It was, down to the last detail, the exact thing I'd dreamt, except her POV in the situation, not mine. Where we stood relative to each other, etc. She then blurted, "I had to wake up and see if he's dead, so I shook his urn!"

..... Both at approximately 0330 AM.
.... Both saw same window, rug, placement of people in the space.
..... We lived 500 miles apart at the time.
.......We rarely if ever discuss(ed) my late dad.
..... We both felt terrified by him, and felt his rage in the nightmare, which was why we both woke up demanding to know if he was alive.

Coinciidence? Maybe. But that's one heck of a coincidence considering the place we were 'in' was not one either of us knew.

I was just driving away from a local train station in a taxi when I looked over my shoulder, out of the rear window. I saw myself getting into the next taxi. Wearing the same clothes, hairstyle and bags. The 'other me' looked up and smiled at me. Then we turned a corner and I couldn't see 'me' anymore. All the way home I watched out of the rear window for that taxi and stood outside my home for 15 minutes in case the 'other me' turned up but no one did. It is the single most unsettling thing I have ever been through.

My brother (47y) passed away at home from congestive heart failure following two horrible surgeries. He and his wife had an argument a couple of days prior to his death and out of frustration, she threw her engagement ring/wedding band at him. She didn't know where they were after he passed and searched everywhere for them. She was distraught. I became very close to her, my niece (8y), and two nephews (13y and 3y) and spent nearly every evening there helping with homework, house work, etc. I was watching the kids by myself one evening and while waiting for my niece to get out of the shower off of the master bedroom, I looked to the heavens and asked my brother, "Where did you put her rings?" Without hesitation, I walked over to the end table next to the bed, put my hand into the remote caddy (holds remote controls/eyeglasses/etc.). Guess what I found? When my SiL returned home, I told her the story and handed them to her. She began crying and asked where I found them. When I told her, she lost all of her coloring. She said that she dumped that caddy out a number of times, but they weren't in there. I believe her. She isn't a liar.

I was at the Nathaniel Hawthorne house with my college Comp 101 class while I was a student. We were in a room that they do not normally tour through, all the furniture was covered in sheets. There were two doors (both closed), a couple of windows (all closed), and no floor vents. The entire time we were in the room (5-10 minutes), the bottom of a sheet on one of the chairs was lifted up into the air as if someone had the foot rest of a reclining seat up, except this chair was not a reclining seat. It went back down when the guide opened the door as we were leaving and I asked her about it. She told me she wasn't surprised, lots of her regular tours feel like they have more people apart of them then there actually is.

My grandmother on my dad's side (they all lived in Ecuador, I live in the US) passed away when I was 1 or 2. Just before she was buried, my mom says that she was changing my diaper and I just randomly sat up and waved at the wall. There was literally no one there. I had just waved at nothing. But my mom thinks that I was waving goodbye to my Abuela and honestly, I think so too. I remember when I was 4 or 5 I was scared of the dark. At some point, I started getting that feeling of being watched, but not creepy. It was more comforting than anything. I don't know why, but I knew it was my Abuela. I never got to know her well, but I haven't really felt her with me since my great-grandma, her mom, passed. That was really sad because I was more familiar with her, despite not speaking the same language. Now I like to think they're off together, chilling in whatever afterlife there is. Sorry for the long reading.

When I was very young I used to talk to the woman who lived in the fireplace. It was an old house in a country town and the former resident had died in the house years before (I didn't know that until i was in my 20's). My parents were sure it was an 'imaginary friend' but I would spend hours talking to her about all sorts of things. Noone else ever mentioned seeing anything but I am convinced to this day that it was an entity.

My sister and her family moved into my grandparents house when my niece was 5 or 6, my grandpa had just passed. My niece's bedroom was in the same room where my grandmother had died, about 15 years earlier. We never had a bunch of pictures hanging around so my niece had never seen a picture of my grandmother. One day she comes running out of the room saying that there was a lady there acting like she was making a bed. She described my grandmother perfectly and that was what she was doing when she died, making her bed!

It happened many years ago, I lived with my mom and older brother, they had gone to a one day vacation to visit relatives on the countryside, so I was to spend the night alone at home. I decided to sleep in my mother's bedroom because she had a bigger bed and a big screen where I could watch a movie or something. I end up falling sleep and woke up in the middle of the night to the distinct sensation of a hand grabbing my wrist, I immediately though someone had broken into the house and I kept my eyes closed, pretending I was still asleep... but then I heard this little, girly, childish voice speaking to me, I couldn't really understand and started thinking "ok, it's just a dream" and the voice went "it's true!", she then started singing a song, like some lullaby and my whole body froze, I was in a state of total shock. The voice said something else that I couldn't understand and slowly fade away as the sensation of cold and the hand in my wrist. I couldn't move for what felt like forever, covering my head with a blanket. When my mother came home I told her what happened, she was a medium and was able to guide whatever it was alway from us. I live in a very old house an have experienced other paranormal stuff but to this day that's the one that scared me the most.

This one time, in the United States of America, Donald Trump was somehow elected President. When I asked residents about it, the only explanation was paranormal activity.

i was home alone with my grandpa i was live with my grandparents at the time. Because my mother couldn't take care of my and my dad was abuse and left so my grandma and grandpa took me in. So my grandma took my two aunts and uncle to a concert. Later on i was up later then i was supposed to be. I was up watching tv after i got something to eat after some time later the cabinet doors flew open. after i closed the doors it happend. It happend again.

WE SAW A PERSON WHO WAS NOT THERE
(I promise I’m still not a nut job – lol )
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I have a second experience to relate. This one I’ll keep shorter. (lol – well I tried to anyway)
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We were camping / innertubing on a local river. Late afternoon my friend and I decided to make one more run before dark. His little brother and our adult chaperone stayed ashore. They were to meet us downstream to drive us back up to camp.
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We misjudged the required time. River slow, mountains and tall evergreens on each side – meant the sun went down (for us) a long before we got to the pickup point. It was snow melt water and cold anyway but usually the sun makes up for that. We got really, really cold to the point we knew if we fell off in one of the deeper sections we would not be able to swim. We decided to get out and walk to the road because on the road without a ride was better than in the river drowning.
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Closest bank to get ashore was actually a gravel bar in the river (an “island” if you will) so we walked along that looking for a shallow area to cross. About the time we found such an area we also spotted the brother / adult waiting for us on the main shore. They had come upstream to look for us. We proceeded to cross in knee deep water, mostly staring down because the moss covered rocks were slippery.
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So cue the weird part. I look over at the little brother / adult and there is a third person standing between them. It is getting dusk at this point and we are just glad to be getting out. I wondered who it was but said nothing, concentrating on the mossy rocks. Then my friend says, “Who is that with them?” “I don’t know” said I.
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We get into the van, they blast the heater. My hands were so numb I needed help getting my life jacket off. We start to warm up and then we remember the other person. “Oh yeah, who was that with you guys?” Blank looks. We explain. They said at no time was their anyone on the bank with them. And where they were standing, a person would have had to crunch over a bunch of gravel to stand near them. Not a prank, they were honestly confused by WTH were we talking about. If my friend had not seen it and commented without any input from me I may have decided I imagined it.
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And if you want to a creepy side plot to add, the reason they came upstream and waited at a different spot than we agreed on is because they found out in between the two places was a bad snag tree from winter storms. The previous week a girl got tangled up in the roots underwater and drowned and they were advising people to avoid that section.
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I am comfortable there was not a third human being on the bank with them. Beyond that I have no idea other than my friend and I both saw SOMETHING. Ghost, guardian angel, bored alien hopping dimensions – you decide. It was early 70s so I kind of forget about it except for a thread like this one.

I’m not superstitious and there’s pretty much a rational explanation for such things but I had a weird experience at my dad’s funeral. I had to read the eulogy so I wrote a secular piece with a few jokes to balance up the religious doom and misery. The morning of the funeral, the house was in disarray so, in order to get my head together and practice my reading, I drove over to what had been my grandparents’ house. The house was where my dad was born and had grown up but had been kept as a storage place after my grandparents died. It dates from the 1920s and hadn’t had much modernisation - it still had blackout blinds from WW2 on the windows! Anyway I arrived and went into the sitting room to practice (switching on the light as it was a dark January morning). It was freezing cold and the thought came over me that everyone who’d lived in the house was now dead. I said out loud “Well, I hope that wherever you all are, it’s a bit warmer than here!”. At that moment the light went out and no amount of fiddling with the switch would bring them back on. I left, did the reading at the funeral and, the next day, told my wife about it. She suggested we go back to the house so we did and the light worked perfectly. Spiritual experience or dodgy 1920s wiring? You decide 🙂

Supernatural but I'm going to tell it anyway. I've had 3 experiences. And I wish I more

1.) I was praying hard about something. I don't even remember what it was about now ( it's been about 30 years ago) I just remember my prayer was fervent, I had a sense of calm come over me. It started at my toes and slowly came up my body and out of my head. I slept like a baby.
2.) I was out late at night, too late. I dropped my cigarette ( I was a stupid teenager) and bent down to get it. Something jerked my steering wheel and I avoided side-swiping a parked car.
3.) I was having trouble with boils or carbuncles coming up on the right side of my neck just below the hairline. I just happened to be reading a paperback book about angels, picked it up for a dollar at the thrift store. Somewhere from on high, I had a tingling started at my shoulder down to my fingertips. For some reason, I put my fingers on the boil. It went away immediately and I have never had another one. If that was healing by the laying on of hands I regret not putting my hand on my husband's knees. They're both shot.

I swear these things are true.

Well I’m not really sure if other people get this but here we go!

Sometimes I hear my mum (still very much alive make no mistake - I live with both my parents still) calling my name, and when I go to her and say like “yeah” or “what” or something she’ll be really confused and say she didn’t call me? Idk if this is ordinary or not just something I think is quite abnormal.

Also when my dad was a kid a perfect slice of white bread fell from the sky right next to him. It was a perfectly sunny day and there were no birds in the sky. 🍞

I work in retail. A superstore actually and the place is huge. We have had a few deaths in store and at the petrol station too. There was a period of time when every time I saw my friend at work and I had just finished we'd stop to talk for a bit and catch up. And if we were in the yoghurt isle then at random a Yoghurt would fly off the shelf and go over the floor in the middle of the isle and we have very wide isles. We searched the entire isle but found nothing that could have done it. No extra cameras, no string, no spring, nothing electronic and there certainly wasn't a whole person there because we would have 100% seen them. That happened quite a few times and always in the exact same scenario. When I had finished my shift and saw my friend working in the Yoghurt isle and we'd talk. Just a random yoghurt would fly off the shelf. Also a few times I heard breathing in my room but couldn't find anyone else or anything else with me

okay so basically mine was this morning. and like a little background info, me and my sister share a room. we have zero period so we wake up pretty early (6 am lol). my dad also wakes up at 6 but i could hear his alarm going off but he wasn't waking up. this went on for four minutes. so i went to wake him up. then i went back in my room to get dressed. my sister is still in bed so im thinking i'll just lay down for a bit too. after a minute or so, i start to hear noises coming from the living room. it's like a girl saying hello over and over again. it sounds like my sister so i check and she's still asleep. it keeps going and it's like an echo-y hello. it disappears every now and then like it's moving around. im lowkey scared ima bouta get murdered but then my dad comes back inside and it disapears??? idk what it was but it lowkey scared me

All the time! All my family have various psychic gifts, but I was the only one who trained (English style - as in Spiritualists' National Union). I am a Spiritualist medium and healer. I demonstrate clairvoyance in Spiritualist centres, passing on messages from those no longer incarnate (family, friends, advanced teachers). I have taught mediumship in a private circle. I don't get paid - that's not why I do it. I have encountered earthbound spirits from time to time, and tred to help them move on. Sometimes they are not aware that they have died so they are confused, and need help. Death is nothing to fear - nor those who have passed. We who are still on the Earth Plane grieve. It is true that there are those discarnate spirits who like to cause fear. if this is the case for you, I urge anyone to protect yourselves by surrounding yourselves and your homes with white light. Imagine a white light expanding outwards, pushing all negativity away, and then gently shining throughout. Ask for help from the Light, and it will be given. The Source loves you just as you are, but yearns for you to progress spiritually - so help is at hand always. Arohanui.

randomly, out of the corner of my eye, i see what looks like a pure white water droplet falling from the celing. there is never anything there

A few things:

When I was around 11 years old, my brother and I were eating popsicles. I was eating mine on the living room floor, and he was eating his on the back porch steps. No one else at home, apart from my mom, who was having a nap.
All of a sudden, I feel two hard taps on my shoulder. I spun around really quick, but no one was there. I then ran to the back of the house to see if my brother was trying to scare me. He was still sitting outside minding his business. He couldn't have tapped my shoulder because the screen door made a loud creaking noise.

When I was around 14, I was home alone playing on our computer. I hear loud stomping steps that start from the doorway of my mom and step dad's bedroom and stop right above my head. I was terrified.
I ran to my bedroom (which was downstairs) and hid under my covers. I eventually got the courage to check the house - no one was there.

Also, my dad's house definitely had something weird going on. The rocking chair would randomly rock, small things would go missing, and then appear a week later in the middle of the kitchen floor. My dad and I both saw a man/person walk past us out of the corner of our eyes, at separate times. They were never scared at the house. They just used to say they had a ghost.

Other things have happened to my parents as well, right after my great grandma died, but this post is probably long enough.