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Supernatural experiences - share your stories!

Fucker29

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Have any of you experience any kind of supernatural events or incidents. Anything at all? Ghosts, premonitions, entities, etc.

If you did, could you share your stories with us?




P.S.: I'll post a few of mine later.
 
Does jerking off to Jenson Ackles and Jared Padalecki count? Otherwise, I look forward to hearing your stories.
 
I had a ghost come into my bed and fuck me...I heard him whispering his name. I'm pretty sure it was Nomenclature I heard.
 
Oh I've got a ton.

My niece has been possessed multiple times, my sister has been possessed once, my aunt cursed a soccer team, etc.

I'm not religious but I KNOW crazy ass mother fuckin ghost shit like that exists.
 
My great grandmother's spirit visited me the night she passed away. We'd had to place her in a nursing home because of the dementia and the some complications from the amputation of her legs. I woke up, she was standing in the doorway, with a sad smile upon her face. She didn't speak, but I got the sense that she was apologizing for the way she'd treated me the last few years. Several hours later, my grandmother came to my room and woke me up. Before she even said anything, I told her that Granny had passed away at roughly 1:20. She nodded and gave me this odd look. I told her what happened.

Several other times throughout my life, I've had feelings about things. In college, I was a resident assistant. Twice I told my supervisor that something bad was going to happen that night -both nights we had suicides in the building. I've been driving and someone would shout "slow down" and the brake would depress -had that not happened, I would have been part of four different wrecks. Other times, I simply get feelings that I'm not alone in a room -once in awhile, it's not a good feeling and I have to leave the area...

mikey
 
Fucker29 said:
I had a ghost come into my bed and fuck me.
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This actually happened to me a few years ago with a male ghost- and I still don't know if it was a dream or not. Could have been a dream or a gay ghost decided to pay me a nighttime visit. I just hope he was good looking in life.

I can joke about it now but the thought of any kind of ghost in my house scared the crap out of me and I moved out there a few months later. Sad because that was the house I grew up in.

I looked online to see if this kind of thing was possible after thinking about it last year and there are people who claim to have these experiences so who knows? Intriguing and scary at the same time: Source

I have a few others that aren't as exciting but I'll share those another time.
 
Man I wish mine were all sex. Most my encounters resulted in someone dying or someone almost dying.
 
erobert said:
This actually happened to me a few years ago with a male ghost- and I still don't know if it was a dream or not. Could have been a dream or a gay ghost decided to pay me a nighttime visit. I just hope he was good looking in life.

I can joke about it now but the thought of any kind of ghost in my house scared the crap out of me and I moved out there a few months later. Sad because that was the house I grew up in.

I looked online to see if this kind of thing was possible after thinking about it last year and there are people who claim to have these experiences so who knows? Intriguing and scary at the same time: Source

I have a few others that aren't as exciting but I'll share those another time.
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Oh sweet! Having a ghost for a fuckbuddy is awesome! I wish I had one.
In fact, I wish I had one fucking me right now. Either a ghost or someone...
 
Fucker29 said:
Oh sweet! Having a ghost for a fuckbuddy is awesome!
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It would be kind of cool if they were hot and thinking back on that experience it was... interesting. You don't even need to take your clothes off. *Wonders if he can summon the spirit of Heath Ledger*

I prefer my guys to be living though.
 
Well, my first was when I was 10 and my sister was 13. We were staying in our great aunt's house, which is fucking haunted and we knew it at the time we just didn't have any proof. It was in the middle of the night and the TV was on because my sister can't sleep without it. I've had insomnia since I was 7 so I don't sleep much but my sister sleeps like a rock (often times we have to splash water on her to wake her up). I was watching an infomercial and out of nowhere my sister sprung up straight in sitting position and the light came on and started flashing at the exact same time, she started speaking in tongues (that's the best way I can describe it) and her eyes were rolled in the back of her head (she can't do that) and the TV screen went blue. After about 15 seconds she stopped "talking", shot back down to sleep and when she closed her eyes everything in the room turned off. I almost shit myself.

Another time was when I was 11. My great aunt, the same one as above, has always been very... spiritual, you might say. She's always believed in spirits and curses and stuff like that (it's pretty common in traditional hispanic families (my dad is hispanic)). Well my uncle, her son who was 25 at the time, had a soccer tournament coming up in 2 weeks but he didn't think his team would be able to beat the first team in order to qualify. So she got a picture of the whole opposing team (no idea how she got that) and put it in the freezer. Sounds stupid I know but just listen. The entire team got sick the day of the tournament and were automatically disqualified because they couldn't play, putting my uncle into the tournament. But, even worse, she forgot to take the picture out of the freezer after the game.... within 2 years 7 of the men had committed suicide, 4 had been murdered, 2 went insane and were put into mental hospitals and everybody else died mysteriously.

My niece has been possessed multiple times. The first was 3 years ago. She, my sister (her mother), my mom, my grandmother, my sister's husband and I were at my grandmothers house. There was a playroom downstairs that used to be a bedroom. In the room was a portrait of my great grandmother. My niece was playing in that playroom while my sister was taking a nap on the couch down there. About 30 minutes after she had been down there my sister came bolting up out of the playroom freaking out. My niece, who was 3 at the time, was speaking fluent Ukranian to the portrait. None of us speaks Ukranian fluently, but my grandmother knows some. We went downstairs to see what the fuck was going on and my niece was just sitting there having a conversation with the portrait in fucking Ukranian. My grandmother asked my niece what she was saying and who she was talking to. She said she was talking to a women named Elaine who was thrown into an insane asylum because when she came to America the only english word she knew was "Jesus" and the authorities thought she was crazy. Elaine was my great grandmother and that was her story... nobody ever told my niece about that.

There's more but my hands are tired.
 
When i was a toddler i used to spend hours at the bottom of my grandparents staircase (my dad lived with them) you looking up at the half-landing giggling, my dad couldn't figure out what i was finding so amusing, he says i kept saying "Look lady" when asked what was so funny, he couldn't figure it out for months until he looked at some old home movies and in the corner of the screen of a shot of me at the bottom of the stairs was a white blur in a vague shape of a woman, when he asked my grandparents if anything had ever happened on the landing they told him the previous tenant of the house has fallen and died there, and that she had been a nursery teacher. So my dad eventually figured that i was laughing at her ghost trying to amuse children like she used to. I saw the footage a few times as i got older but sadly it was lost in a fire at my grandparents place.
 
Twelve years ago my mother’s then girlfriend started to go house shopping. At the time we both got along really well and I liked to look at homes so I always tagged along to look with her. Most of the homes we looked at were out in the country. We found one that we both liked so Debbie contacted the realtor. Debbie had to wait awhile before she could sign the papers, but the realtor was nice enough to let us go fishing on the land.

To get to the house you had to open a gate, cross a bridge/creek and then drive a few hundred feet up to the house. On our first fishing trip Debbie took her three nephews and I fishing. Because her nephews made a lot of noise I decided to walk upstream a bit to fish by myself. Once I settled in I started to hear drums and chanting. I thought it was just my head since we were the only ones out there. The noise however started to get louder and it was freaking me out so I went back to the others. They fished fishing and we went back leaving the place behind.

About a week later after I had told my mother and Debbie about what I heard out there my mother decided she wanted to go see the place. She still hadn’t been out there and neither had my brother. My mother called my brother to see if he wanted to go see and he did so we went to pick him up at his girlfriend’s and she tagged along as well. On the way out there my mother brought up that I was freaked out about the place, but didn’t say exactly why.

My brother’s girlfriend at the time was the granddaughter of a very famous medicine man. Her grandfather (and in their own right, family) was so famous that he got to play one of his own descendants in an episode of one of the Star Trek TV shows. Without my brother’s girlfriend knowing why I didn’t like it there, once we got there she said the same that I did about hearing chants and drums, even though only her and I could hear them and she didn‘t know that I could at the time.

While we were there the noise was getting louder and louder to us. Finally before we left we decided for all of us to walk down to the creek. Once we got there and standing in place my brother’s girlfriend said that she kept feeling something stomp on her foot. Because of that we left and on the way back she said that the land Debbie was thinking about buying had all of the characteristics of a Native American burial ground, as well as the drumming and chants her and I heard were for the dead.

She also told us a story about an Native American sprite that usually lived around the bodies of water that were located by burial grounds. She said the legend was that the sprite would cause mischief by stomping on people’s feet, but if you looked down fast enough and saw them that you would die from seeing them. She felt that was what she was feeling while we were there.

Because of what I experienced before her and with her I refused to ever go back to that house/land/creek. When we dropped off my brother and his girlfriend at her house her father came out to say hi to us. She told him about what happened and about the characteristics of the place and he agreed with her and said he wouldn’t doubt if the land either was or is an old burial site for one of the local tribes. Because I refused to ever go back there and because my family lived part time with Debbie, Debbie finally told the realtor that she wouldn’t be buying the house after all.


To this day when I drive by the dirt road that leads to the house and creek, I can hear drumming and chanting very faintly coming from that direction. Twelve years later it still freaks me out.




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My middle nephew since being a baby has freaked out every time he has been made to come into my apartment. He is fine right out either of the doors, but freaks as soon as he comes in. Even as a baby he would wake up immediately and freak out.


About 2 ½ years ago my same nephew (who is now just under six) started to talk to who he says is a man that stays in their house that carries his head with his left arm. He usually does this in the hall or right by the front door, but never when someone is with him. Only when he is by himself or with someone far enough away that he can be heard, but not really understood. Whenever asked he always says he is talking to the headless man.




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I exist on what we call a planet, in the middle of what we call a universe. We understand the how of the planet and some of the universe, but not really the why. We don't know what is beyond the universe. We don't really understand concepts of time entirely or even if our ideas of beginning and end apply to what is around us. We don't know very much at all. Life is supernatural in the sense that it is unexplained. That's why I think people like shows like Lost--they create a mystery that is a microcosm of our own mystery, which gives us the sense that we can understand something, if we can understand that microcosm. But in a very real sense, all of us are kind of like the people on Lost, or any of those types of shows, that just happens to be the one I'm familiar with.
 
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