What's Your Scariest Real Life Paranormal Activity Moment?

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Manny 2015. ápr. 25., 14:31

I went upstairs looking for my phone, it was very late that night and as I opened the door to the bedroom, I turned on the light switch and right in front of the door we have a mirror and in the mirror reflection I'm very sure I saw a female in her teens, dressed in a white old fashioned dress, black hair, pale skin - basically your typical ghosts. I straight away looked behind me and there was nothing there, looked back in the mirror, nothing. Ran straight down stairs and woke up my fiancee, like the brave man I am.

We slept with all the lights on in the house that night, and a few nights after. That's really the only paranormal activity encounter we have had and that was a good four years ago.

What's yours?.

It's late at night here, so forgive me if I don't reply to your posts straight away, don't fancy reading ghost stories just before bedtime.

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Amsel :D 2015. ápr. 29., 15:27

Skylx eredeti hozzászólása:
Long story short. An ice cold hand grasped mine late one night while I slept. Woke in a horrific panic to hear a relative speeding up the road to our place. He was drunk and wanted to be driven home. Dad and I took him on the long drive to his place. Was the last time we ever saw him alive. He disappeared a few days later. Two years afterward skeletal remains were found out in the desert, turned out to be his. Bones had slash marks all over them. Examiner said he was stabbed multiple times, everywhere.

Grandma said, the way he lived his life death didn't just follow him it went ahead of him everywhere he went. And that must have been the hand I felt.

My condolences.

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Static10101 2015. máj. 1., 13:38

Interesting thread.

When I was little, there was an old, boarded up house in the woods behind an Ace hardware store (in downtown Woodstock, Ga). The house was several stories tall, neglected, and I later found out intentionally abandoned. Anyway, I used to sit in the car while my dad shopped inside, staring at the creepy old house with an interest I couldn't really understand. On one of these occasions, I saw a little kid standing up in the upper (attic, I assume) window, looking down at me. He was wearing a grey suit with a black bow tie and had short, black hair that was combed to one side. I remember not feeling scared, but I knew what I was seeing was not normal. My attention was diverted as my dad opened the car door and got in, and when I looked back, no one was there. I told him about it and he said that that house had been empty for a long time, and it was impossible for what I saw to have existed since all the doors and windows were boarded up. He even drove around as close as we could get to show me that no one could get into the house. After that, I would jump at any chance to go to Ace hardware with my dad, and I saw the little kid many more times, always dressed the same, always looking down right at me. I stopped telling my dad about it because I would get very frustrated with him, wondering how he could discredit what I kept seeing just because he never saw it himself. The last time I saw the kid was about two years after the first time. As always, he stood at the window and gazed down at me, but this time he waved. A week later the county seized the property and had the house demolished. That last time I saw him, out of the maybe combined total of twenty or so times over those two years, was the only time that I got scared.

When I was a teenager, there was talk of a "hell church" up in Canton, Ga. You'd drive miles out into the woods, well past civilization, and the road eventually dead-ended at a small, white church that had a graveyard facing it on the other side of the road. The kids I hung out with and I went out many, many times around 1am to try and "see" stuff. Perhaps it was just the local lore playing with our minds, but that long, unlit road was the blackest dark I have ever seen to this day. As you turned the last bend and your headlights lit up the church and opposing graveyard, the hair on the back of your neck would stand on end and all chatter in the car would cease. We'd instantly go from laughing and kidding around to silence. For such a small structure, it seemed to loom. We'd get out of the car and try to look in through the windows, always leaving slightly disappointed but none-the-less filled with adrenaline. The last time I went up there at night, someone suggested we drive all the way back to Wal*Mart and buy some cheap flashlights. We left, made our purchase, and made the long trek back. We never made it to the church though. Someone had cut down a giant tree, perfectly blocking off the last stretch of road (you could see that it was cleanly cut, from the base and stump--it was a very live tree, so even despite the evidence of of it being obviously hacked down, it having fallen from rot was entirely out of the question). So there are a couple theories I've had in the 18 or so years since all of that happened (I'm 34 now): (1) "Something" wanted to keep us away or (2) Someone wanted to trap us inside. It would have taken awhile to cut down a tree that size, and if they had started cutting at it (without a chainsaw, we would have heard that) when we had first driven back there, the odds are good that they had nearly finished around the time we decided to leave and obtain flashlights. Since then, other rumors about the "Hell Church in Canton" surfaced--one in particular was that it was a suspected meeting place for the KKK in the area (yes, racism is still alive and well in the South, believe it or not, even today). In any case, paranormal or not, that was a pretty unnerving event.

There are many other things that I encountered growing up, but those were the two that really stood out when I was reading this thread.

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Manny 2015. máj. 1., 15:13

Static10101 eredeti hozzászólása:
Interesting thread.

When I was little, there was an old, boarded up house in the woods behind an Ace hardware store (in downtown Woodstock, Ga). The house was several stories tall, neglected, and I later found out intentionally abandoned. Anyway, I used to sit in the car while my dad shopped inside, staring at the creepy old house with an interest I couldn't really understand. On one of these occasions, I saw a little kid standing up in the upper (attic, I assume) window, looking down at me. He was wearing a grey suit with a black bow tie and had short, black hair that was combed to one side. I remember not feeling scared, but I knew what I was seeing was not normal. My attention was diverted as my dad opened the car door and got in, and when I looked back, no one was there. I told him about it and he said that that house had been empty for a long time, and it was impossible for what I saw to have existed since all the doors and windows were boarded up. He even drove around as close as we could get to show me that no one could get into the house. After that, I would jump at any chance to go to Ace hardware with my dad, and I saw the little kid many more times, always dressed the same, always looking down right at me. I stopped telling my dad about it because I would get very frustrated with him, wondering how he could discredit what I kept seeing just because he never saw it himself. The last time I saw the kid was about two years after the first time. As always, he stood at the window and gazed down at me, but this time he waved. A week later the county seized the property and had the house demolished. That last time I saw him, out of the maybe combined total of twenty or so times over those two years, was the only time that I got scared.

When I was a teenager, there was talk of a "hell church" up in Canton, Ga. You'd drive miles out into the woods, well past civilization, and the road eventually dead-ended at a small, white church that had a graveyard facing it on the other side of the road. The kids I hung out with and I went out many, many times around 1am to try and "see" stuff. Perhaps it was just the local lore playing with our minds, but that long, unlit road was the blackest dark I have ever seen to this day. As you turned the last bend and your headlights lit up the church and opposing graveyard, the hair on the back of your neck would stand on end and all chatter in the car would cease. We'd instantly go from laughing and kidding around to silence. For such a small structure, it seemed to loom. We'd get out of the car and try to look in through the windows, always leaving slightly disappointed but none-the-less filled with adrenaline. The last time I went up there at night, someone suggested we drive all the way back to Wal*Mart and buy some cheap flashlights. We left, made our purchase, and made the long trek back. We never made it to the church though. Someone had cut down a giant tree, perfectly blocking off the last stretch of road (you could see that it was cleanly cut, from the base and stump--it was a very live tree, so even despite the evidence of of it being obviously hacked down, it having fallen from rot was entirely out of the question). So there are a couple theories I've had in the 18 or so years since all of that happened (I'm 34 now): (1) "Something" wanted to keep us away or (2) Someone wanted to trap us inside. It would have taken awhile to cut down a tree that size, and if they had started cutting at it (without a chainsaw, we would have heard that) when we had first driven back there, the odds are good that they had nearly finished around the time we decided to leave and obtain flashlights. Since then, other rumors about the "Hell Church in Canton" surfaced--one in particular was that it was a suspected meeting place for the KKK in the area (yes, racism is still alive and well in the South, believe it or not, even today). In any case, paranormal or not, that was a pretty unnerving event.

There are many other things that I encountered growing up, but those were the two that really stood out when I was reading this thread.

Spooky. I volunteer as a special constable and we received a call saying a bloke was spotted going inside a runned down building. My colleague and I made entry had a look around, we heard footsteps from upstairs, so we went up and found nothing. We searched the whole building and found no signs of anyone breaking into or even being in the building. It was pouring down with rain and there were no wet footprints. We went to speak to the person who reported the call in and she was unable to give a description of the suspect because it was dark.

So, it's either a paranormal activity, or someone is really good at hiding. Everytime I drive by the building, I get goosebumps.

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Amsel :D 2015. máj. 1., 20:02

Static10101 eredeti hozzászólása:
Interesting thread.

When I was little, there was an old, boarded up house in the woods behind an Ace hardware store (in downtown Woodstock, Ga). The house was several stories tall, neglected, and I later found out intentionally abandoned. Anyway, I used to sit in the car while my dad shopped inside, staring at the creepy old house with an interest I couldn't really understand. On one of these occasions, I saw a little kid standing up in the upper (attic, I assume) window, looking down at me. He was wearing a grey suit with a black bow tie and had short, black hair that was combed to one side. I remember not feeling scared, but I knew what I was seeing was not normal. My attention was diverted as my dad opened the car door and got in, and when I looked back, no one was there. I told him about it and he said that that house had been empty for a long time, and it was impossible for what I saw to have existed since all the doors and windows were boarded up. He even drove around as close as we could get to show me that no one could get into the house. After that, I would jump at any chance to go to Ace hardware with my dad, and I saw the little kid many more times, always dressed the same, always looking down right at me. I stopped telling my dad about it because I would get very frustrated with him, wondering how he could discredit what I kept seeing just because he never saw it himself. The last time I saw the kid was about two years after the first time. As always, he stood at the window and gazed down at me, but this time he waved. A week later the county seized the property and had the house demolished. That last time I saw him, out of the maybe combined total of twenty or so times over those two years, was the only time that I got scared.

When I was a teenager, there was talk of a "hell church" up in Canton, Ga. You'd drive miles out into the woods, well past civilization, and the road eventually dead-ended at a small, white church that had a graveyard facing it on the other side of the road. The kids I hung out with and I went out many, many times around 1am to try and "see" stuff. Perhaps it was just the local lore playing with our minds, but that long, unlit road was the blackest dark I have ever seen to this day. As you turned the last bend and your headlights lit up the church and opposing graveyard, the hair on the back of your neck would stand on end and all chatter in the car would cease. We'd instantly go from laughing and kidding around to silence. For such a small structure, it seemed to loom. We'd get out of the car and try to look in through the windows, always leaving slightly disappointed but none-the-less filled with adrenaline. The last time I went up there at night, someone suggested we drive all the way back to Wal*Mart and buy some cheap flashlights. We left, made our purchase, and made the long trek back. We never made it to the church though. Someone had cut down a giant tree, perfectly blocking off the last stretch of road (you could see that it was cleanly cut, from the base and stump--it was a very live tree, so even despite the evidence of of it being obviously hacked down, it having fallen from rot was entirely out of the question). So there are a couple theories I've had in the 18 or so years since all of that happened (I'm 34 now): (1) "Something" wanted to keep us away or (2) Someone wanted to trap us inside. It would have taken awhile to cut down a tree that size, and if they had started cutting at it (without a chainsaw, we would have heard that) when we had first driven back there, the odds are good that they had nearly finished around the time we decided to leave and obtain flashlights. Since then, other rumors about the "Hell Church in Canton" surfaced--one in particular was that it was a suspected meeting place for the KKK in the area (yes, racism is still alive and well in the South, believe it or not, even today). In any case, paranormal or not, that was a pretty unnerving event.

There are many other things that I encountered growing up, but those were the two that really stood out when I was reading this thread.

That's interesting.

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Static10101 2015. máj. 1., 21:04

Thanks, I guess.

Anything on this topic that I have ever experienced, nothing like it has since my teens. I get strange feelings in a lot of places I go to, but I think that as we get older we block all this kind of stuff out. My dad calls it "not being receptive; selectively." Sorta like turning off a switch in your head, but over a long period of time. I could get all philosophical and bring up the psychology of it, but I'm not really trying to do that. Most of the people that I am close with and have known for a very long time believe in this kind of stuff, to certain extents. I consider myself one of those people as well--at least open to the possibility. And if my father's beliefs that I stated above are true, I guess in theory I could "flip that switch back on." I think it is off for a pretty good reason, if such a thing is realistic. Maybe all kids are all a little schizo? I'm happy to not see ♥♥♥♥ now and know I can at least check that off my mental checklist. :P

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Karkat 2015. máj. 2., 14:39

http://ts3.mm.bing.net/th?id=JN.jGYIgPjFd%2fOJhy5wQsBv7A&pid=15.1&H=204&W=160 that me (not black)

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Karkat 2015. máj. 2., 14:41

http://ts4.mm.bing.net/th?id=JN.LYqrbANuLqsswRg9ktMG0A&pid=15.1&H=120&W=160

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Amsel :D 2015. máj. 2., 19:03

Kainochi eredeti hozzászólása:
The only paranormal acitivity I witness was when i sat down in a strange position and my balls started to hurt.

Damn ghosts are hurting me. ;)

*Face palming intensifies*

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3t 2015. máj. 2., 19:06

I was 8 years old.

I saw a woman with wet long black hair dressed in all white sitting on my mum's bed making a phone call.

I went back to the house to count all my family member's heads.

I then realised the entity was just my indonesian maid.

Legutóbb szerkesztette: 3t; 2015. máj. 2., 19:06

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Skeleton Minion 2015. máj. 2., 19:10

A shadow figure copies my every move while in the sun. 2spoopy.

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Amsel :D 2015. máj. 2., 19:12

3Tea eredeti hozzászólása:
I was 8 years old.

I saw a woman with wet long black hair dressed in all white sitting on my mum's bed making a phone call.

I went back to the house to count all my family member's heads.

I then realised the entity was just my indonesian maid.

2spooky4me

:O

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3t 2015. máj. 2., 19:13

Amsel :D eredeti hozzászólása:
3Tea eredeti hozzászólása:
I was 8 years old.

I saw a woman with wet long black hair dressed in all white sitting on my mum's bed making a phone call.

I went back to the house to count all my family member's heads.

I then realised the entity was just my indonesian maid.

2spooky4me

:O

Oh wait, i forgot to mention that she's still alive.

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