Paranormal Experiences? Do we have room here?

I haven't had many so excuse me if I'm repeatiing this story to anyone, but my family bought a house in Lakewood, California, in 1973. My father immiately started having health issues, pain in his chest ( wich his doctor attributed to enjina ) Six months later my father passed away during open heart surgery AND six months after that, my mother married one of his friends.

Everything went so fast and I was only 8years old, but I remember my mom and new stepfather bought a new bedroom set and when they tried to take pictures of it, they wouldn't come out, they were all distorted and had lines running through them as I remember. My mother said she was wrapping xmas gifts one night and felt someone watching her, she was in that room, she thought it was my little brother so she whipped around but no one was there.

Eventually, I got the room as a teen. I was in that room and I heard a loud boom like something had hit the front wall facing the street and one of the little stereo speakers I had on the wall came flying off and nearly struck me. I went to the window and there was no one there, I went outside to see if someone through a brick or heavy object at the house and could find nothing that could have caused the boom. I went back in the room ( later...lol ) and the speaker was lying on the floor, the other speaker was still in place on the other side of the window. The speaker wire from the one that flew off was completely strewn across the floor, and that pretty much scared the heck out of me.

Another incident, I had a witness! and this time it happened in the living room, my best friend Katrina and I were alone in the house watching tv and goofing off, there was a lamp next to us on a table, it suddenly turned on by itself, only we could here the switch come on. She looked at me and I looked at her and I said "Did you hear the lamp click on?" and she said "yeah, I'm getting out of this house" we stood in the back yard for a bit then went to her house.

my older brother and I saw a shadow person, repeatedly walkiing back and forth through a hallway ( the hallway where my room was )
Now this may be questionable as the TV sat as so you would see the shadow person out of the corner of your eye somethimes. Could be a trick of the mind and eyes if you were watching TV, but I don't know. It looked male, and was thin in build...

It wasn't like things happened there all the time...just occassionally. And what I would give for those pictures my mom took in that room that she ended up throwing away. They were taken with one of those poloroid instant cameras, so who knows how reliable they are, plus...no negatives.

oh yeah, after I moved into that room, you COULD take a picture in it.

Well that's the best story I got....I've had others I can share later, I have to get ready to head out to work.

Great idea, fl !

And what an interesting story...does yer mom still live there? and has she had anything else happen? Did the two of you ever talk about it?

Just curious...

She died in that house in 95 from liver cancer. And yes we talked about it.
Because of the picture taking thing, and she was in the room before I had it, and she was wrapping christmas gifts, and she felt someone behind her near the door watching her, she thought it was my little brother so she whipped around to tell him to scram and no one was there. My brother wasn't even home, he was playing outside with friends.

My mom and I were believers of the paranormal. I have some stories about her death and the days leading up to it. but I don't have time today.

I've had several different experiences. Most recent ones being from my work. Others have included being grabbed at a local movie theater, one my deceased dog remaining a while after passing (including an experience of him jumping on my bed and laying on my legs that I'll always be fond of), getting possibly touched on a ghost tour through San Diego's Cemetery (near Old Town ) which included a battery drain right before getting touched, and one very scary memory that may or may not have been paranormal (I don't remember the details well enough to be able to back anything up, but I was a kid and I was with another kid who experienced the same thing with me).

If anyone has one of these they'd like to hear more about I'll be more then happy to share. I just didn't put them all down here or you'd all be reading a book about now.. lol me and my long posts.

nah, dd, yer posts aren't long, mine are! 😉 I absolutely love reading about other people's experiences, and think it is totally fascinating all the strange things that most people have had happen to them. You can bring the topic up with just about anyone and find out that they, too, have experienced paranormal events.

Ormom, I look forward to you having time to post more about what you've experienced, I loved reading what you've shared so far, just as I've enjoyed dd's account. More, more! lol!

Mine started right after my grandfather died when I was 4. Things around the house would happen that could not be explained, such as the door being locked when you knew you left it unlocked. Footsteps above you, when you know no one is hope. The spookiest would have been going away, coming home to hearing the shower going hearing the shower turn off, going upstairs and seeing wet footprints leading from the shower to my grandfathers side of the bed. More to come I promise lol...

When I was 5, my grandmother passed away from a brain tumor, I was close to this set of grandparents and stayed with them about every weekend, and before my grandmother got sick, she cared for me and my brothers while our parents worked.

My grandparents had a build on to their home in redondo beach, my grandfather had built a storage closet in it. Otherwise it was a family room with a TV and furniture in it. Afther her death in 1969, my grandfather moved all her clothing into that storage room, as he was very in love with her and couldn't bear to get rid of her stuff. Her name was Walla, and everyone in the family always called me little Walla after her, my grandfather swore I looked like her. ( Walla is a cherokee name meaning little drip or rain drop )

I continued to spend time with my grandfather after my grandmother's death, before he moved in with my aunt and Uncle. He had bought me one of those little cheap musical instrument sets, and I was in that add-on with the little plastic guitar. I was playing with it and I stopped cold, the notes I played started coming back at me from somewhere in that room.
( my grandmother was very talented self taught on the Piano ) Being I was so young it scared me. From that point on, I refused to go into that room. to get to the back yard, the back door leadiing out was right before that room and I remember closing my eyes til I got to the door to go out back and play...lol

All of you are telling very interesting accounts of the paranormal in your life. My first encounter that I decided not to explain awat as anything other than my mind playing tricks on me happened about ten years ago.

I was raised in a family with a ver strict religious mother and for the most part my father as well at the time. Anything that was out of the ordinary had to have been Satan trying to gain control so you had to block it out. When I was in my teens my mother was diagnosed with cancer and she fought it all through my highschool years and a few years beyond. She lost her fight shortly after I was married for the first time. My wife at the time and I lived in my family home and she kept telling me that Mom was still there. She would see her or feel her presence and I would tell her she was just paranoid and letting her mind play tricks on her.

About ten years ago, I decided that it been too long since I had been to St. Augustine just to have a look around. I am a history buff and particularly Florida history not to mention American and world history. My goal was to become an archeologist but that never happened due to circumstances in life. So anyway I went to St. Augustine one day during the week, played hookie from work because I loved being there on weekedays when very few people were around. I got there early in the morning and went right to the Castillo De San Marcos, look it up. lol! I ended up in a room there that had sand/crushed coral floor and no one seemed to even bother with much. Very few people in the place and most were kids on field trips and they were following a tour guide. On the back wall of this room was the faint remains of a painting of some kind that I was trying to firgure out. Kinda of looked like the spanish flag from the 1500-1600's but it was so faint I was having trouble making it out. So I was standing there probably 15 or 20 feet from the doorway, alone in the middle of this room staring at the back wall. To myself I am thinking, "What the hell is that on the wall? Look around, what do you see that might give you a clue..." And suddenly over my left shoulder I felt someone leaning up close to me. I could feel them like someone trying to be discreet, I felt breath on my neck and left ear and my left shoulder being leaned on. I froze, that was the strangest sensation I can remember having in my life! And then in a low whisper of a voice it spoke to me.... Don't ask me what it said because I was so shocked by what was happening that I can't even tell you what language it was! My best memory is that it sounded spanish, but don't hold me to that.

Anyway, I spun around to see who the heck was messing with me and there was no one there. Like I said I was 15-20 feet from the doorway and on a sand/coral floor. I never heard anyone walk up to me or run away which they would have had to have done for me not to see them.

After that day I have gotten more and more involved and more curious to find answers.

Ok so now we move to Denver nothing really happens any more, I think I am too wrapped up in being a teenager to care. Then I get married move into a house my mom swears up and down is haunted silverwear flies on its own accord, tv switches on and off lights that kind of stuff.. Anywho one night me my moms roommate and my husband at the time are upstairs in the crawl space playing around with a Ouja board, thinking and saying out loud to each other your pushing it ect. WEIRD sounds coming from the attic/crawlspace but we explain away by the settling of the house.
Then my mom comes home from work and we come down for a break tell her what we are doing she wants to see for herself so she starts to climb the ladder to the attic/crawlspace only to be knocked back. WTF is going on we wonder well for the next hr my mom is sprawled on the couch no engery to move barely speak. All she can remember is a cold air going thru her as she was trying to climb the ladder and then she was out of it. We think whatever we were messing with didnt like to be messed with and since we left, it had to take it out on someone. We also had pics from this place of couse we dont anymore with very weird arches of lights and very weird shadow looking things. to be cont lol..

I love reading others accounts because then I don't feel so bad. My husband thinks I'm crazy and refuses to believe any of what I have happend. Now my list is long so I may not list everything. I want to start out by letting you know I was also raised in a very strict christian home. Anything paranormal I was taught was demons, ect. My mother still believe's this. I remember having horrible nightmares when I was a child. Some of what I remember, I'm not so sure now was all nightmares.
Not all things that fall under paranormal are scary though. When I was 4 years old we were attending a chruch (4 square church I think it was called) that had some very scary things take place in it prior to this church taking over. I was still scared every time we would go in. But one night we were walking in the church and I looked down the stairway into the basement. There were no lights on down there, BUT I seen Jesus as plain as you and I standing at the pulpit they kept down there. To this day I remember it as clear as if it just happend. It took my fears away. I explained to my parents what I seen and ended up being taken to several pastors so they could hear the story of this little girl. They all believed me. I'm glad, because it did happen.
Now later on in my life things happend that scared me to death. First came when my second husbands father died. That night we heard foot steps all through the house. I even got up many times to make sure the kids were not up. My husband had a little brother (12) who stayed that night with us. He told me the next morning he heard foot steps all night long and was scared. My husband heard this and said, Wow I guess Dad came for one last visit. I believe he did. Then nothing happend there again.
We moved to another home a year later. We were not told, but the guy's wife we were buying it from had died there. We were only in that home about a month when things went really bad. There was always this horrible feeling. My husband and I fought all the time, and he started hurting the kids. I would even wake up at night and find his hand on my neck like he was going to choke me. I stopped sleeping in there. He would say he didn't remember any of it.
We broke up after only 2 months there. I remained there for a year with my children. My oldest son who was 12 at the time took the room I had shared with my husband. (We found out later that was the room the lady died in) Anyone who slept in that room would have horrible nightmares and wake up scared to death. Then we started seeing shadows moving all over the room, even though it would be pitch dark. You would always feel that prickly feeling on your skin. One day the door started shaking really hard. Josh yelled at me to come look. Sure enough we are standing in the hall way watching this door shake violently. I grabed a hold of it, but it kept shaking. We were so scared. None of us would ever sleep in that room again.
The other bedroom that I slept in was bad but not as bad. It was a trailor house and it had metal closet doors. I sat and watched them open all on there own. In that room I felt someone touch me at least 3 times. We had a boston terrior and she was just a little dog. She would just stand there looking and would grawl that firce grawl they do when there ready to fight. The hair would stand up on the knap of her neck. We couldn't see anything though. You would see things out of the corner of your eyes..like something walking past you but when you would turn to look, there would be nothing. Lights would come on and off, and doors open. When my daughters girl friends would come over none of them would go into any of the bedrooms. We would all sleep in the front room. Even my Mom would not babysit my little boys there. If I needed her, she would drive over put the boys in the van and drive around town or what ever to waste time. She lived 40 mins away so she would have to find something to do with them. My daughter would cry if she ever had to be in the house alone.
I was so happy when we moved out. I didn't miss that place one bit. I do often wonder about the little old lady I heard bought it. I actually felt sorry for her.
One other thing I had happen I want to share is about my sister. Her and I NEVER got along. She was 7 years older then me and held a lot of resentment towards me. When I was born I was missing the antibodies need to survive. I had to be driven down to Boise (over an hour drive) every day but sat/sun for shots that kept me alive. During this time she was left at a sitters. Well she was molested durning this time. So she blamed me because she had to be left there. Even as an adult she couldn't seem to get the point, it wasn't my fault and that I would have died.
Well she had juvenile Diabeties and in 2005 she was going down hill really fast. We got a call that she was in the intensive care unit. By the time we drove up there she was in a comma. They told my mom there was no hope for her. So between Mom and her daughters they choose to unhook her off life support. I was with her, holding her had when she passed on. I drove home and went straight to my bed room and laid there and cried. I was so up set that we had not been able to get past the hurts we had lived with. Then suddenly as if she was in the room with me, I heard her say, "I Love you baby sister" I knew then she heard me and that she did love me despite what we had went through growing up. She knew I loved her too! I've never heard from her again.
OK hope this was not to long but wanted to share my experience's too.
Happy New Years everyone!
Kim

Here's my story, and im sticking to it. No really, i posted it before. But here it is again. I cut and paste it from the Taps forum, sorry....lol.

I could never get my ouija board to work. My friends would always screw around with it and me. But i do have an ouija story, thanks to my sisters. It's what got me intersted in the paranormal. I posted it on the Taps website. But i thought i sould share it with you guys. (My Ghost Peeps).

Well i guess this is best place there would be to get this off my chest. My name is Don and im addicted to the paranormal. I really have keep this secret to myself pretty much my whole life, then The Ghost Hunters (TAPS) shows up on the Scifi channel.That open the dialog between me, my friends, and family about the paranormal and ghosts.My friends are a little hard to convence. Myself i had a major paranormal event happen to me when i was young and several smaller ones as i've grown older. There seems to be a major connection between my mom and i on a psychic level that goes way beyond the norm. My mom and i are pretty close. She has been my rock my whole life. My dad and mom split up and later divorced about the time i was born. I never meet my dad until later in my early thirties. So my mother was the bread winner for some time until she meet and later married my step father,i was about eight years old then. So before my step dad is when the paranormal decided to thrust itself into my life. My mother had a job at Disneyland in Anaheim California as a waitress in one of the resterants below the park that served employies, entertainers and celeberties that were performing in the park or just visiting.She's told me iv'e sat on Elizabeth Taylors lap when i was a baby at that resterant. One of the nights when my mom had to work and my two older sisters, Noreen 13 and Marlane 12 had to babysit me, is when i guess they decided they wanted to raise the dead. So while i was alone upstairs in a three story house on the top bunk of my bunkbed sleeping soundly. Downstairs my two sisters and one of their friends who was spending the night with them decided to break out the Ouiji Board and have some fun. Years later when i was older i was filled in on all the details of that night. I guess one of the first people they tried to contact was Abraham Lincon, with no luck. After a few more failed attemps they decided to contact my dead uncle Donnie for whom i am named after.He was my moms brother who was killed by a drunk driver before i was born.My mom had seven brothers and sisters total. My uncle Donnie and my mom were the closest of them all. So here's my sisters and their friend on an Ouiji Board contacting my uncle when they are interupted by my screams upstairs.They all come running upstairs to find me crying and screamming and frightened out of my mind! I remember wakeing up on the top bunk of my bunkbed hearing tapping noises on my window that is right next to my bed. When i looked out the window i saw a MAN looking Down at Me. It really freaked me out and i started screamming and closed my eyes,when i opened them again he was still there. When my sisters open the door, he looked at them, and then just disapeared. Now remember im upstairs of a three story house and outside my window there is nothing, no trees no houses nothing.The next house is a quarter mile away.My sisters took me down stairs as i told them what happend.They ended up calling my mom at work and telling her what just went on ,so my mom got off early and was on her way home when my sisters were still trying to calm me down. They sat me on these big pillows by the coffee table. And under that table is an old family photo album. Looking at the pictures was starting to calm me down, when all of a suddend i started screamming again, when looking at one of the pictures, i noticed the guy in it was the same man who was outside my window. It was my dead uncle. And i had no idea who my uncle Donnie was or what he looked like. Ok now my sisters and their friend started freaking out and crying. It was a night i will never forget!!!

wow....you guys have some awesome personal accounts you are sharing, and I'm thoroughly enjoying reading them. I guess it just goes to prove what has been said before....once you personally experience a paranormal event, it's pretty hard to remain a skeptic!

I've had numerous paranormal experiences in my life, but it's always good to me to learn about what others have experienced. I guess it validates our own experiences when we find out others have had them, too.

Thanks guys for sharing your accounts, and I hope others will also share what they've seen/heard/felt. I look forward to reading them!

It helps me not to feel like there is something wrong with me. My husband..yep on number 3 😉 doesn't believe any of it. When I have
tried to tell him things I've experienced he just laughs it off and pretty much tells me I'm nuts. He makes jokes about it, that sometimes really bugs me. He didn't live it, so even if he doesn't believe I wish he wouldn't make fun of things that were so traumatic to me and my children.
I don't know what everyone thinks about dreams and the paranormal but
when my two little sons were 7 & 8 their Dad died. He was the one I lived
in the home with that was haunted. We were divorced by the time this happend and he was re-married. He had taken up drinking and was driving drunk. He was out on country roads (thank goodness) and he rolled his SUV. He died about 8 hrs later in surgery. Him and I still stayed some what close even after the divorce (that's a story in itself lol )
So the night he died I had a dream. I remember I was standing around these tables like in a flea market..(not something I have done much) and Dennis (my x) walks up to me. He had this look on his face like he was so confused. He said, "Kim, why has Karen brought all my stuff here? I don't want to get rid of it. I remember looking up at him in the dream and saying, But Dennis, you died..your dead now.. Then I woke up crying. I really believe there was more to that dream..then just your normal dream. I think Dennis was really there and confused. He was always so afraid of dying.

wow, kimbers, that is a powerful dream/communication, and yes I DO believe there is a strong possibility that he was communicating with you.

The subconscious is the area of our brains where such communications are possible, per years of documented psy/esp research, so it sounds very plausible to me. It's hard for most of us to 'turn off' or at least 'turn down the volume' of our conscious critical thought processes during the day, something psychics/sensitives like Donna are able to do, but most of us usually only have that possibility in our dream state.

Have you tried sitting down with your husband and telling him straight out how it hurts you when he laughs off anything you share about such things? That it makes you feel that there is a big part of your life you cannot share with him? Hopefully, he'll listen and at least try to understand....

Hugs!