And please no posts such as:
"LMAO. Ahh the power of a persons imagination. Paranormal activity is simply a persons imagination and I'll spend the night in any morgue/graveyard/insane asylum/whatever to prove it".
or
"Sometimes deep in the night near the shores of this specific river, you can hear distant gunfire from a war fought nearly 70 years ago. It's true, heard it myself. But I wasn't particularly sober that night."
or
"When I watch a movie or something on my LCD TV, more often than not,
I see Dead Pixels..........
Ok so this thread is not for the non-believers. Anybody that wants to make light of the subject, please refrain from doing so. Rather use your time to go bother Q about something or other.
So anyway,
This just happened to me LAST NIGHT as I was in bed. TRUE STORY.
My gf and I were watching a movie and she says "What?" I didn't think she was talking to me. "What?" again. "What?" I said back. "You touched me to get my attention, now what?"
"I didn't touch you, I don't know what you mean."
"You didn't just touch me on the side?"
"No." At this point I was a bit confused, but let it go. She let it go, too.
A little bit later I was lying on my right side, arm under my head. Next thing I know I feel this like open handed shove on my right shoulder. Like a heavy short-throw slap (later I realised it had to come from under the bed, not from her).
"OW!" Yeah, I was a bit loud, I thought she had just hit me in bed!
"What?"
"You hit me, why??"
"Mike, I didn't hit you, and I didn't move from this position you see me in."
I had sat up a bit. I thought of the half-asleep visions I had been having since I laid down. Scary, gross things just popping into my head. I had been in a bad mood for a while (current situation and all), so I thought I was just moping.
Anyway, so I tried to dismiss what happened and later fell asleep and stayed asleep until this morning. When I woke up I was in the bathroom busy shaving and my girlfriend says to me "Where did you get that huge bruise on your shoulder?" I said what bruise? I looked in the mirror and saw this ugly looking bump on my right shoulder area.
Now I had taken a bath before going to bed and I know 100% that this bruise had not been there when I went to bed last night.
Ok so the above is one instance of weird sh*t happening.
This next one is the one I most vividly remember from when I was much younger.
One night, quite a few years ago, my parents were out for the weekend, so I decided to just stay in and order pizza or something.
A little later that evening I heard like a slow type pounding on the front door. It was very faint and I am not exactly sure how I even heard it. Naturally, being young and careless, I opened the door without checking to see who it was. I thought it most probably was the pizza delivery guy, so I opened the door.
The person at the door was a little strange looking but not overly so. I mean if I had seen him during the daytime I probably would have overlooked him. He was wearing a black type suit (and oddly because it was evening) he had sunglasses on. I also recall very distinctly that he had pale skin with quite high cheekbones. For some reason I remember thinking he looked possibly like he was from eastern descent. Anyway, he told me he had just been in a car crash and needed to use my telephone to contact the authorities. He specifically mentioned a grey Chevrolet vehicle. Now normally, I would have admitted him instantly, but there was just something wrong about him. The way he spoke was not in any distressed way at all. It was just so calm.
I told him that if he wanted I would call the police for him. He paused for a moment, then he kind of looked backwards with a strange tilt of the head. As he did that, I caught a look at his eyes beneath his sunglasses. This guy had the weirdest eyes. I mean they were quite large and bloodshot. Kinda like a person who hadn't slept in days.
So anyway I assured him that I would call the cops for him if he just stayed on the front porch. I shut the door and went to the phone. As I was dialing, I looked through the peephole to see the stranger, but he was no longer there.
Now the thing about all this is, my dad was running a painting contractors company at the time and one of his newest staff members looked eerily like the guy which had knocked on my door that night. And I remember this person would always kind of give me this kind of weird smile whenever I was visiting at my dad's office.
Anyway, a few weeks later I didn't see him anymore and asked my dad where this guy was? My dad said he hadn't told us so as not to upset us but that this man was killed in a car crash a few days back. The car he was driving at the time? A grey tinged Chevrolet.
Just a strange set of circumstances or was there something "more" to it? I don't know.
So, If you wish to share any such experiences you yourselves might have had, please feel free to do so.....
