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In the two years between my grandfather and grandmother dying I saw my grandfather several times - mostly at family gatherings. I never saw him after though - I think he was waiting for her.

And I see shit fly around in my room all the time. I'm told that could be hypnogogic sleep disorder. I may have spelled that wrong, but it is when your body wakes up and you are "awake" but your brain is still in something near REM sleep.

A few times he was there, just sort of see-through and with no feet. Several other times I just felt like he was THERE but there was nothing to be seen. My Uncle Charlie reports the same sorts of experiences. (Charlie's theory is that he was just TOO ANAL to leave us alone, but then, Charlie is the only artist in a family of scientists, so he could be PROJECTING.)

Just one vaguely weird one for me: I woke up once when I was...hm...let's say I was ten. That sounds like in the ballpark. So I was ten, and I woke up one night to what I still swear was the sound of ceremonial wailing, like the type used by Muslims (don't they do this as call to prayer? Or do they use a bell? I can't remember). It continued for a few minutes, and it was freaking me out. No one else in the house woke up (though my mom, sister and brother have all been known to sleep through fire alarms, I'm kind of surprised it didn't wake Dad) and so I was effectively alone with the creepy wailing, which freaked me out more. It occurred to me that if this wailing was supernatural in original, it might go away if I invoked the name of Christ. I did and the wailing stopped instantly. The next morning, when I told the parentals about it, Mom decided that it must have been a cat fight outside my window (we had several cats and they occasionally got into pretty noisy scuffs with other neighborhood felines). At the time I was convinced that it was really a spirit of some kind, because I knew what a cat fight sounded like, and there had been no growling, yowling or hissing, just the undulating wailing. Dad was more inclined to agree with me that the noise was spiritual in nature because the noise stopped as soon as I attempted to banish it in the Biblically proscribed manner.

The jury's still out as far as I'm concerned. There's no way for me to say for certain that it wasn't just a cat fight or some other animal making noise that happened to stop making the noise at the right moment. To be honest, I can no longer remember exactly what the wailing sounded like, only that I was convinced at the time that it sounded nothing like a house cat. I do remember very clearly that the wailing went silent the instant I thought "In the name of Christ, please go away and leave me alone." (Okay, so I could have been addressing an evil demon. You still say "please" because you never know.) At the time, this seemed to me proof that it had been some kind of malicious spirit. Who knows.

That's it for me. Other than that, I'm pretty darn boring.

Heh. Yeah, I was young and had a fear of being alone which included the only one awake in the house, so it's quite likely that my brain turned an animal noise into wailing. It sure was creeheepy while it was happening, though.

Re. human sacrifices: the one year that I attended Christian school, they showed us this video that was supposed to educate us about how eeeevil Halloween was and how dangerous it was to go out at night on Halloween, etc. They had interviews with surviving the victims of cults that did commit human sacrifices (not sure if there were any from OR or not...) and several of them described having not only their wrists cut but the soles of their feet as well. I had nightmares about having my feet cut open for weeks after that.

Considering I live on a haunted campus (they're everywhere!), I have. It was the first semester I was here at Longwood (my junior year) and my roommate was at her boyfriend's as she was wont to do. I was in bed and at that place between being awake and asleep. Suddenly in my nearly unconscious mind, I felt a presence staring at me. There was a girl (somehow I knew it was a girl, don't ask me how) standing over me, just watching me. She was wearing a cape and had her hood over her head. It was kind of period clothing, I suppose. I realized what the hell was going on and my mind just kind of snapped back into full consciousness and I looked around the room, rather freaked out at this point, but there was no one there.
Now my college has been around since the Civil War and back then it was an all girl's seminary. And the dorm I happen to be in has been around for a very long time. So the possibility that it might be haunted isn't new to me. Was the figure a ghost or just my imagination? I like to think it was the spirit of one of the old students here from back in the day. But then, I believe in everything from the Abominable Snowman to zombies (just call me Mulder ^^).

I never met my mother's father. When I finally went to Ireland and visited his grave for the first time, I was standing in front of it, praying. I felt this strange warmth on the back of my head. I figured that the sun had FINALLY come out of hiding (it is Ireland after all, and it was cloudy). But when I turned around to look, there was no sun. And when I left the grave, the feeling went away. So, I really think I felt some kind of "presence" at that time. I'm sorry for not being more eloquent at the moment. x_x;

Since your last post on this subject, I've had little to report but seeing a couple of my cats that have passed on hanging about the house. o_o At least I know they're keeping tabs on me!

I had a Friend That passed away back in 1994.He had advanced HIV and he was sick for 3 years before he finally passed away.The Final Time he was in the Hospital I would go and see him sometimes staying overnight.He was there for 2 weeks.There was a Nurse Wilson there that would sit and Talk with him and Bring him water Talk to him about Happy times etc.I would sometimes think This is a really Nice person to take time from her Busy schedual to comfort him.As I know Nurses are Busy People.She had a Badge on that said Janice Wilson RN with the Hospitals name.Nothing out of the ordinary.Except that she was just there.Well after 2 weeks John Passed away I held his hand as He died and slipped away from those who loved him.Later I told his Doctor and The Head Nurse that we all appreciate what they all did for him and Especially Nurse Janice. Who? They asked.Your Nurse Janice Wilson She works on this floor or she said she did I discribed her as I had seen her Plump around 70 years of age Grey hair.Well sir We dont Have anyone that works on this floor fitting that Discription and I have been working here for 15 years and there isnt a Janice Wilson that works in this Hospital.I said Well you Must have seen her shes been here everyday for 2 weeks you walked right past her several times.In Fact when you changed his chest tube each time she stepped Back and watched you do it smiling all the while and comforting John Holding his hand.They Just Looked at each other.

I was in bed at my original home where I grew up. I went to bed as usual before school in the morning. I awoke in the middle of the night to a soft but bright light blue glow coming through the cracks of my closed bedroom doorway. I got up and proceeded to investigate. I opened the door and the followed the light to where it was brightest. I ended up going to the dining room and saw my father(who had passed away years ago) I looked akwardly at him and he glanced at me and said few words: " everything will be allright" I started crying and asking many questions, to no avail. Then everything was gone. Like nothing was ever there, as if nothing at all had happened. I am hainted by this to this day.