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

There are some things that I - a scientist - can't explain up to this day. There might be a scientific explanation after all, but I haven't found it yet.

1.) When I was 16, I saw what I would call a ball lightning. It appeared over a stream close to the mountains in summer, a small but very fast ball of light. Disappeared as fast as it was there. A friend of mine who was with me saw it too.

2.) Maybe around the same age, I once came home from a dancing class in the early evening, when I saw a big, round globe of light slowly disappear behind some trees in the valley in front of me. I was on top of a hill and the ball appeared to be the same size as the moon seen from earth. I asked my father if it could have been something of military origin, he said no. Weather balloons are also not common in the area. I asked my physics teacher and he also didn't know what it could have been. Truly an UFO - unidentified flying object.

3.) The night my grandmother died, my bottom-hung window opened by itself. Also, one of the two plants my grandparents gave me for my birthday years ago died within the next days. Both probably coincidence.

4.) Very recently, both grandfathers of my Turkish husband died and we rushed to the funeral, which in islam has to take place within 48 hours. His family is not very religious, but superstitious. I, up to that day, did not really know about things they believe around death of a loved one.
One of the believes apparently is, that the soul of the deceased stays in his home for 40 additional days and shows itself somehow during various occasions. On the funeral day, I stayed in the house, watching the kids of the family while the adults went to the cemetery. During that time, I went to the toilet twice, flushing of course (duh). The second time, I saw that the water inside the toilet was yellow, as if somebody did not flush. However, non of the kids have used the bathroom in that time. I later told this jokingly to my husband, who immediately translated it to his family. They all stared and my husbands grandma said, that her deceased husband used to forget to flush. So, according to them, he showed himself to me through this "incidence".

5.) The next night, this grandfather appeared in my dream. I barely knew him and he has never talked to me before. I casually mentioned at breakfast, that I saw him in my dreams, and everybody was instantly happy and congratulating me. Apparently, it means good luck if a deceased appears in your dreams. Not paranormal maybe, but I liked that thought.

6.) My toddler son who turns 2 this summer likes to hug a photo of my grandfather that usually sits on the shelf in the livingroom. My grandfather has died earlier this year. I don't believe my son remembers him or even understands that his great-grandfather has passed, but whenever he has his picture, he points at him and says something along the line of "great-grandfather hurt", and wants me to sing his favorite soothing-song to the picture...

(Sorry for mistakes, english is not my native language, obviously)

Once I was in a hotel sitting in bed watching TV able to see the bathroom shower curtain from the corner of my eye. I heard a noise in the bathroom and looked over to see the curtain moving and shaking. The was no open windows, fans or air conditioners running. I told a co worker about it the next day and he told me there was a local legend that the hotel was haunted. I looked in up and he was right. The Hilton hotel in downtown Cincinnati. Up until that point, I absolutely did not believe in the paranormal.

When I was 8, I had this Paranormal/just plain wrong night. I had an imaginary friend, whom I called 'Jack'. Jack was a figure I drew often to have long limbs and black skin. But some of the drawing I would draw him deformed from his normal state. Anyways, I had this friend who's dad was divorced, but I often went to visit her at her mom's house. One night a few hours after going to see my friend, I was sleeping in bed, thinking it would be just a normal night. I woke up around 11:00, to a strange, rhythmic beat going 'Tap. Tap. Tap.' It was floating around my window, and, being a Naive kid, I stood up to go and peer out of the windows. But once I had opened it, I had seen Jack there, tapping long, gross looking fingernails along the glass. He was tilting his head back and forward, like he recognized me. I was no kid who ACTUALLY thought the imaginary friend was real. I thought with logic first, then my imagination. I knew the first thing was that I was in danger, but my curiosity got a grip on me and I opened the window to see more clearly. That was a huge mistake, that would scar my life. The person climbed into my room, and or a few seconds just stood there, staring at me. For a split second I felt the need to run, but I just stood there. Then the figure proceeded to strip me of my clothing, and m*lest me! After around 20 minutes I got the courage to push my way out and run to my mother, and surprisingly the man followed anyway! My father woke up and tackled the man down while I sobbed to my mother that 'The man was hurting my tummy'. We had him there when the police got to our house, and when this person's identity was revealed, it was my friends father!!! The creepiest part about this is that he had known where I lived, where my window was, and who I was in the first place.

Not my story, but my dads. He was video chatting with his friend on yahoo. At some point the friend asks him, "What's that behind you?" He looks back, nothing there. He's confused but then he looks to his camera video feed. There he sees a figure looming behind him. But when he looks back again, there's nothing there. Just a white wall. Creepy stuff.

several time in my life, some of which have saved my life. but, the one that stands out the most occurred on feb 14, 1997. some may not consider it paranormal but it was far from being 'normal'. i had taken the day off to go to the doctor due to what i thought was the flu. i was driving back from the dr's office when i had a sudden flash of blinding pain in my face. i slammed on the brakes because i couldn't see straight. thankfully, the car behind me just stopped as well. for some reason i noticed the time on the clock in the car. i was kind of light headed after that so i drove home slowly. when i got there the phone was ringing. it was the police department asking if i had a son named [blank blank]. i said yes and then was told he had been in an accident and was being transported to the local hospital. by that time, the dizziness was gone and off went. my son had totaled his small truck by hitting a tree due to a gravel road. his face broke the steering wheel. after i left the hospital i went to where the truck had been towed. while getting his personal items i noticed two things: the engine block was through the fire wall and on the seat which would have been between him and his friend who was the passenger. the other thing was the clock which had stopped on impact. it was stopped at the exact time that i had experienced that blinding pain.

I have a few.
When I was 8 I was walking down a hallway in my house. I got a chest pain and fell over. As I fell over I saw in my head a linoleum floor and felt as I fell as if I landed on an only fashioned water heater. I picked my self up and went into the kitchen to tell my mother that her dad had died. I don’t remember doing this. She didn’t believe me but sent me to school. I was upset all day and came home to find her brother and his wife crying in the house.
The other is I live in an old stables. It’s had a few lives this place, going from a a stable originally owned by a milk company it has also been apparently an illegal gambling casino, a flop house where they rented a bed out in each of the stalls to a very rough brothel. Out of the corner of my eye over the years I keep seeing a lady or is it a man in a red dress with heavy make up and a big blond wig. She/they have big chunky red velvet shoes on with diamantés across the toe. I have been waved at by her. There is a jockey sized man who tips his hat to something I can’t see. If I do the dishes downstairs when I’m at the sink I can feel a horse nudging me in the back as it wants food. That’s the most regular one. I’ve lived in this place for 30 years and I’m not worried by them. No one else feels or sees them. May be I’m touched with . . .

I worked at a Record store back in the 80s. The small store was closing soon and I was the only person working. I then got a random thought about the music that was used on the then most recent (Mel Gibson) version of Mutiny on the Bounty. I knew that there was no soundtrack released at that time because I also managed inventory for the store. A few minutes later, a lone person showed up and asked me if we had the soundtrack for Mutiny on the Bounty, the one I was just thinking about.

both me and my twin used to/sometimes still do see a tall man in a white suit, white cowboy boots, and a white cowboy hat out of the corner of our eyes. we also saw our dead cat Spot a few times as well.

Used to work ca 1984 renovating a castle in Ayrshire, Scotland into a new hotel. National Trust for Scotland came one day and said some of the foundations dated back to 13th century. We stayed in the castle when we worked there, about 6 of us on one floor. One night about, we heard a massive bang, it came from the kitchens, which used to be stables down on the ground floor. Went to inspect and the double doors which were padlocked and bolted were wide open, padlock (which was huge )and bolt were sheared in half. No storms, lightning, middle of summer. One of us experienced stuck furniture in a room, couldn't move the chairs or tables. Great place for a party though.

OLD HOUSE ON OUR FARM WAS HAUNTED.
(Hear me out, I promise I’m not a “looney” lol)
I believe I mentioned some of this before in comments but here it is as a post.
Background: Our family farm – Washington state. 160 acres. The 80 on the south side of the road had two houses, separated by some woods and about ¼ mile distance. We lived in the ‘main’ house by the dairy barn. The other house used to belong to a relative many years before. It was a rental and later my grandmother lived in it for a few years when she need to be closer. The house is a small square white two story. Downstairs, 2 bedroom, kitchen, living room. Upstairs 2 bedroom. House sits in the middle of a field, far back from the road or any other houses. Also, I am a skeptic who seeks out logical answers for things. Not sure year made but front door had a skeleton key lock. I just never found one in this case. ..
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Over the years, various people who lived in that house told us of the same strange occurrences. Mostly sound. 1. The sound of someone making dinner in the kichen. 2. The sound of someone reading a newspaper in the living room. (like turning the pages). 3. The sound of voices in the front bedroom. Like a conversation you could almost overhear but not quite. A couple of other isolated things but those three came up repeatedly.
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Tenants did not know each other. We did not tell tenants (didn’t want to sound crazy). Tenants came to us with this information. Only one tenant moved out in fear (or at least only one told us). I heard the voices myself once in the early 70s. My best friends of over 50 years rented there for a while and heard them. Husband was working nights, told wife she was imagining it / dreaming. Second night after he switches to day shift, he wakes her up in the night telling her there is someone in the house. She tells him it is just the ghosts – go back to sleep. After investigating / hearing it several nights he apologized for telling her it was in her head.
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Bought my current house 20 years ago. Was getting to know neighbor in front. She starts asking about where our farm is. Turns out it was her niece who moved out in fear of the ghosts. AFAIK there were no horrible murders or other weird stuff in that house the way you see in horror movies. Just an old house. And the noises are of people living their lives, not wailing “GET OUT” as they suck you into the walls.
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We sold the farm a few years after my mother died. It’s not too far from where I live and I drive by once in a while. I have been tempted to ask the people living there now about the noises but 1. I don’t know them and 2. I reckon I’d sound like a nutter.

My husband of 25 years passed away a few years ago. His daughter and I came back to my home after leaving the funeral home to make the arrangements, and a red dragonfly landed on my shoulder after I got out of my car. I love dragonflies but have never seen a red one. Red was my husband's favorite color, and he knew I loved dragonflies. It wouldn't leave my shoulder, ever though I tried to gently shoo it away before going inside. His daughter managed to get it onto her hand, but then it wouldn't leave. I reached toward her, and it flew onto my hand. It still wouldn't leave, so I took it to a nearby azalea bush and put my hand next to a branch and told it that it needed to go, since it would die if it got stuck inside. I don't usually talk to insects, but it then flew away. The whole thing probably lasted about 5 minutes. We were convinced it was my husband saying goodbye.

I worked in a petrol station for many years that most of us knew was haunted (it was a tudor house until it was demolished to make way for the petrol station. Nearly 250 years old) and most of us knew not to make fun of spirits and believers. One story that happened to me personally: We only had a small stockroom that was about 8 -10 feet tall approximately, so we had shelving from about 6 foot and over. I had to get a box of crisps down from a shelf about 7 foot off the ground (obviously had a ladder attached to the shelving units) put the crisps out and went to return the box but heard a customer (our front door was locked and shuttered and the shutter was also locked, the back door was a fire door that set off an alarm so I knew nobody else was inside) so went out the front of the store, dealt with the customer and thought I'd get the box back up onto the shelf.... went out to the stockroom and the box was back up on the shelf and I know I hadn't done it, nobody else inside.
Second story happened to a couple of co workers (they were Muslim I think, but their religion is not that important except they weren't permitted to believe in ghosts, you went to paradise and that was all). Anyway, they started talking about the ghosts and how it was in my mind that I'd heard people talking and my name called very clearly, your basic ghost tales, then they said " if there is a ghost, do something to us now". Nothing happened, I went home, and about 40 minutes after I got home I had a phone call - ALL the electrical equipment just stopped working about 5 mins after I left and there was no reason for it - all fuses were fine, just nothing worked so they asked me to come back. I did (for double pay!) and as soon as I came in the front door, everything started up. They then told me to go home again, I went out and it all stopped. I told them to just apologise for making rude comments to me and the ghosts so they did, the electrics came on, but I had to spend the night there as they were too scared!

I was walking out of my house and I went through the garage. I turned around as I closed the door and I saw a white figure. Needless to say, I bolted all the way to school and told all of my friends.

A little over 30 years ago, I worked for a fairly large chain of stores. When the closing shift was preparing to shut down, they would setup the coffee pot so the morning manager would just have to flip the switch. One morning it was my turn to open, it was late autumn and it was very dark so I was really hoofing it after turning off the alarm to get to the back of the store to turn on the light over the office and turn on the coffee. After turning on the coffee and light, I went to the front of the store (where the office was located) to get the paperwork done. That chore was a nightmare to try and balance and nearly an hour later I finally finished. I could smell the coffee and headed to the break room for a cup so I could then do the floor before opening. I walked thru the large swinging doors into the break room and sitting on the big table was a fresh, very hot, cup of coffee waiting for me. I nearly died. I knew I was the only person in the store and I damn sure couldn't have poured my own coffee. I was shaking when I poured another cup of coffee (I wasn't drinking coffee I didn't pour!) and RAN around the store with the floor machine (the big thing with the brushes in front and squeegee in the rear) then stood outside chain smoking until the first employee came in. I didn't stay there very long after that.

Several times. Here's one: My first wife and I always threw massive Hallowe'en parties. It was getting late and someone told us a story of a haunted bridge and cemetery nearby. About a 15mins drive. This is in between Ann Arbor and Detroit, Michigan USA. We chose the cemetery. Story went, if you drove at a certain speed on the road thru the graveyard, you would hear banging on the roof of your car. Supposed to be a little boy who got hit by a car. The banging is him begging you to slow down. Important side note: At this period, I was really into smiley faces. So, 2 cars. We're in the 2nd. Our driver didn't want to risk speeding as, in Michigan in October, it's snowy. She didn't want to wreck her car. Of course, I'm bummed but I understand. I'm sitting on the driver's side in the back, my wife in the middle and person x on the passenger side, person y in the front passenger seat. We see our friends go over into a ditch. As we pull close to them to see if they were okay, everyone is getting out. I go to get out and I see on the OUTSIDE of the car on the window I see a smiley face DRAWN on the window! It was all squiggly looking as if a child had drawn it! I'm trying to show my wife as she trying to hurry me out the car. She sees it and realizes why I wasn't getting out. That was just freaky.

I constantly hear children playing, laughing, running around. I it started at my parents house as a teenager. When I married I would hear it in our first home, then it followed me to my current home. This home and yard are much larger than the other two homes, so hear more children playing. I actually like it and find it comforting. Occasionally I hear what sounds like a party for adults as well, they're a little more rowdy than the kids. I also constantly hear a radio playing music from the 1960s. I told my mother, she laughed and said the she thought I could hear them too!? What!? Too!? When she was younger she would read peoples palms and do other stuff too. She didn't want anyone to know because the last persons palm she read was her best friends. She told her she would die a tragic, painful death. She was dead a week later, her husband stabbed her to death, slowly. It was gut-wrenching! She was mortified. She never read palms again, she was too scared. Frankly, I don't blame her!

My mom used to say she "just knew" if something was going to happen. I inherited a little of that. Once I was about 3 months into a warehouse job at a t-shirt place. They were completely disorganized, no systems at all, and organizing is my meat. I set them up as best as I could and was about to make a little handy reference guide for the different shirts when I suddenly thought "oh, I don't have to do that, I won't be here much longer." Stopped dead in my tracks suddenly wondering how I "just knew" that. About a month later they let me go.

Once I was hanging out with some friends in my room, and someone banged against the door. I checked, no one was there. It happened again, and no one was there. This continued for 10 - 20 minutes, but no one was ever there. The only people in the house were me, my 2 friends, and my dad. My dad was in a zoom meeting, and me and both of my friends were in the room the whole time.

I grew up in a large pub which my parents ran. The pub was probably built in the 1970s and, as far as I know, wasn't sited on an old Indian burial ground. We lived upstairs in a three-bedroom flat with each room coming off the central corridor. Family would come over to stay and all seemed well. Except, as a young boy of 7 years old, I frequently suffered from night terrors and, as my parents both worked every night in the pub, I was alone upstairs with a terrible, ominous feeling of absolute dread.

I wasn't sleeping well and sometimes I was so tired that I would just crash and sleep for a day. My mum and dad acknowledged this and two gorgeous Labrador puppies joined our small family to help with my anxiety. I felt safer with them around but the sense of impending doom remained.

One day, the feeling of doom ramped right up to previously unknown levels, and I had the distinct feeling that something had altered - no, I can't really describe it. It maybe felt a bit like when you think you have woken up from a bad dream, but then, more bad stuff happens and you realise that you're still in the dream. It felt like hours, but after a while it passed.

After a few years, my parents decided that we would leave the pub. I was relieved, to say the least. The night terrors stopped, the anxiety stopped, and the sense of impending doom receded. I got on with my life.

Then, one summer, my aunt came to visit us with my grandma. We enjoyed a nice meal and a few drinks. I was a young adult by then and enjoyed the stories and laughs. At that point, talk turned to the pub. My mum confessed that she had sensed something sinister there too. Not only that, but one evening, after closing up, a huge and heavy glass ashtray had shot off the bar and shattered in the middle of the room with nobody within ten feet of it. On another occasion, she had been propelled forward by an unseen or unheard force. She never drank when she worked and the shove resulted in a 6cm gash on her arm. The coupe-de-grace for my mother though, came when she was relaxing upstairs. She witnessed a tall man, she thought, but there was no face, only a void where it should have been. He was dressed in a tall black hat and a long black cloak. He walked the length of the corridor before disappearing through a wall.

Next up was my Grandma. One morning she challenged my Grandpa about his nocturnal wanderings. He asserted that he had done nothing but go to sleep at night and wake the next morning. He had never left his bed. My Grandma was adamant that a shadowy figure had been looking out of the window in the night, before leaving the room and proceeding down the corridor. The very same corridor in which my mum witnessed an almost identical phenomenon.

Staying in the same room, my aunt thought we were being burgled when she woke in the dead of night to see a figure walk from the window, and out into the corridor before vanishing completely.

The same corridor. The same figure. Different people. Different years. Almost everyone who visited reported an oppressive atmosphere in the flat at one time or another.

The dogs had a few strange moments too. On one occasion, Scamp went missing for a while. We turned the flat and pub upside down and couldn't find him. We called him and offered him all of his favourite things but got no response. Eventually, on a third or fourth sweep of the place, he was found cowering in a corner facing the wall. He wouldn't budge, so my dad had to physically drag him out, and when he did, the dog was almost trance-like. He came round and was fine but it was SO weird.

Everyone had agreed to keep it quiet so that 7 y.o. me wouldn't be afraid. There were other happenings too but I've run out of room! All true, lived experience.

I lived in a haunted house many years ago. Lights that I turned off before bed would be on in the morning, bedroom doors open when I left them closed... lots of stuff like that. I woke in the middle of the night to a strange clinking sound. Went to investigate, and found my sugar canister (the kind with the metal latch on the lid) open in the middle of my kitchen counter. The clinking was the sound of that latch being jiggled over and over. I lived alone. I saw orbs travel through the living room, and so did 3 friends who were there. Didn't get much sleep, 1/10, would not recommend.