Draka said:
So, the things that flew around my house(in FRONT of me) and moved around to different places did that on their own? When I and the rest of my family were all downstairs and no one was upstairs the heavy footsteps and noises like voices and thumping and yelling (which we could ALL hear, so not a figment of one person's imagination) that came from up there was what...my kitten who was sleeping on the steps? Or how about my cousin's wife, who never believed in ghosts or the supernatural in her life, who swore up and down that my grandmother came to visit her the morning she was in the hospital after giving birth to her second daughter when my grandmother had died 2 hours prior at home in her sleep? What about me SEEING figures in rooms with me...these are NOT things I WANT to see. Quite the contrary...they take me by surprise and often disturb me. Been seeing things since I was a teenager. Not drifty light or darkness either...but full apparitions...even down to the eyes.
Believe what you want to, but if you ever have these things happen to you it may change your mind.
I have had many "supernatural experiences"
-When I was 10 (or maybe 11, can't remember) I was visited by what "appeared" to be a Ghost. I was so afraid I actually wet my pants, and started screaming. My parents ran into the room, nothing was there.
-When I was 13 after doing a nights homework, I fell asleep with my math book in front of me. When I woke up, I had the "holy bible" in front of me. My parents denied touching me, even after I had an absolute panic attack at them.
-When I was 15 in Tasmania on vacation, I was lying in my hotel bedroom when something pushed against the other side of my pillow. I jumped up and ran right out of the room. I slept on the floor of my parents room that night.
-Tasmania again, my mother started screaming that there was a man with a pitchfork outside our Winnabego (spelling). We ran outside, and, being on a flat , open plane, saw no-one.
-Tasmania again, in the middle of nowhere, we heard something going through our rubbish outside our Winnabego (spelling, lmao). We all thought it was an animal, and this thing was thrasing the bin around and everything (or so the noise seemed). When we woke up the next morning, the bin was perfect.
- 16, in my room. I heard something calling my name (a little girls voice). I heard it for at least 10 seconds, and then I jumped up and turned the light on. nothing there. I kept the radio on and went to sleep, not knowing if the voice had returned.
-16 A month later. my mother woke up screaming that there was a little girl in her room. I instantly drew a connection, but never told my parents.
-17 My new room. Things in my room constantly move around and shift. For example, I will leave my pile of clothing on the floor. Shirt on the bottom (I always take that off first) and pants on top. Wake up, its changed. The order of books on my bookshelf sometimes changes (an english book in a chemistry spot) even though I am so sure I didn't do that.
The conclusion? There is none. Wierd **** happens, but ghosts are the absolute last answer to resort to. I am 100% that there are logical explanations for each and every one of those incidents.
Please, do not presume to know aything about my life. :biglaugh:
ps: never visit Tasmania :bonk: