WEIRD HAPPENINGS

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My kid took a video of my and my 14 month baby boy. There is an 'orb' in the video that flies in from the side (one of those video artifacts ) but my baby saw it, chased it and pointed to it and said "Pop-O". Pop-O is my wifes grandpa who died like 10 years ago and was never spoken of around the child.

Im driving back with some Marine friends from Tijuana on the 5 just north of Oceanside at about 3 in the morning. I was the designated driver so I was the least drunk. It was pitch black, very foggy and I was driving ~60...way too fast, just keeping it between the lines, no traffic to be seen. Visibility was about 150 feet or about 2 seconds. I hear someone in the back tell me to get out of the fast lane so I merge over one. Not 3 seconds after I complete the lane change, I blow by a stalled car in the lane I just left. It had no lights on at all, just a dark sedan sitting in the fast lane is all I remember from my own headlights. Now Im asking who told me to change lanes, and everyone in the car is passed out cold. I had the heebies the rest of the short trip home. I asked the next day and no one remembered telling me anything.
 
you don't see it? I see an angel looking to our left, in a robe, holding a baby lamb to his chest with his right hand under it, with its little head facing him on his left breast, up and at a 45 angle..see the little ears? Yeah, that's a good Snow angel.....
 
OK, I've got another one for you and I swear it's true.

I was raised on a farm. My dad watered his fields using row irrigation. It became one of my duties to go out to the field once an hour to see whether or not any of the numbered rows had water that completed it's 1/2 mile flow from the irrigation pipes to the end. I'd have to write the numbers down and then go to the opposite end of the field to shut those gates off and open new ones.

Because the checking schedule was so frequent, I often had to stay home alone while the rest of the family did activities away.

I was 12 years old back in 1969. I'd become accustomed to being alone on the farm and sometimes looked forward to it. With my 3 sisters gone I could choose what was on TV. There wasn't anything unusual about this particular day. As evening approached I made my last field check and slowed the flow from the irrigation pipes by opening extra gates. - That's the way we always set it up for overnight.

The sun was setting as I got back to the house. My dog George had been following me each time I went out to the field. Often my only companion, I would sometimes let him in the house when no one else was here. That day he wouldn't come in. I shrugged it off and went inside to watch television.

Within a few minutes I began to hear strange noises. It's an old house and I wasn't about to let my imagination get the best of me. I ignored the sounds and kept watching whatever show I had on.

- But the sounds didn't go away. Instead they became louder. It seemed as though there were footsteps coming from behind the hallway door. I turned the volume down on the TV. - I could still hear it. I turned the TV off.

For awhile the house was silent. I started telling myself that it had only been my imagination. As I was about to turn the television back on, - I heard it again.

As quietly as I could, I inched towards the hallway door. Very slowly, I turned the knob. I think I held my breath as I pulled it open. Though dim, there was enough daylight coming in through the windows that I could still see without needing to turn anything on. The hallway was empty but I knew something had to have made those sounds.

At the end of the hallway was a spare bedroom. No one ever used it but it was completely furnished and always kept clean. By this time I was getting spooked. Despite my growing anxiety I kept going but tried to be as silent as I could. I was prepared to run if necessary when I pushed the door open and looked inside.

The shades were drawn making it darker than the rest of the house. As I stepped in I saw someone standing in front of the west window. - A dark figure. It didn't make sense but I immediately recognized the shape to be that of a nun. (at that time all the nuns wore habits that covered their heads) I swung my hand to the light switch and clicked it on. The figure was gone.

I don't know if I ran but I know I got out of the house as quick as I could. I waited outside until the rest of the family came home. George and I huddled together and neither one of us went within 50 feet of the front door.

I imagine my folks thought it was peculiar that I was outside but they never said anything. I never did either. I didn't figure they'd believe me and if they thought I was making up stories I'd probably be punished.

A few weeks later I overheard a conversation between my folks and one of the neighbors. They were discussing a car crash that had happened 5 miles away earlier that year. 3 nuns were killed instantly. I hadn't heard of it before then.
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FAST FORWARD 30 YEARS:


After decades of living elsewhere I moved back to the farm. It was out of economic necessity after I got divorced. I lived alone out there for several years. I don't recall anything out of the ordinary happening until I met Teresa.

We were sitting on the couch together one evening when Teresa screams. She was convinced there was someone else in the house. She said she saw their reflection in the wall mirror as they walked by. I didn't take her seriously until she described exactly what she thought she saw. "It was a dark figure shaped like a nun".

Needless to say, I had never told her about my encounter when I was 12 years old.
 
I like this thread :) The complex where I have my recording studio is about 1200 square feet. When I'm working on making a new album I often work very late hours, sometimes around the clock. Sometimes I crash in a sofa in the lounge. The building is old and there are all kinds of noises. I never let them get the best of me, but one night a very weird thing happened. I was about to head home late at night. I was turning all the lights out and locking the door to my studio when behind my back the elevator doors opens. This is a large elevator with two heavy doors. No one is in the complex but me, no one is in the elevator. I just froze for a while standing the looking in disbelief. Then I shrugged it off and went home.
 
I just remembered one. Queen Mary cruise ship in Long Beach harbor, permanently docked, sitting on rocks under water. They throw a holloween haunted ship event every year. A guy I know DJ's the dance party. He was up in the crew lounge with some other people taking a break and a ships phone rings. No one answers it, it rings again so a maid picks it up, dead. Rings a third time and the same maid picks it up...dead. I get a trouble call about a week later and they ask me to look at the phone on my way out. I check it out and there is NO wiring going to that phone, just an empty conduit. I unscrew the face and there is no other connections in there. I asked if this was the phone and they said its the only phone up here.....The other one was in the next room...Guy was freaked now.
 
When Jake was about 2.5 yrs old, he was "helping" me dig footers for the shed at the new house. The county made me do 8 holes measuring 18" wide and 30" deep. Jake was out there with me playing with his little plastic wheel barrow and shovel moving rocks around the side yard. Keeping my eye on him while mixing concrete, kept reminding him to stay away from the open holes. I had 2 left to fill and was working on one of them. Turned my head for 30 seconds and heard that horrifying "FAH-LOOP" sound. I drop the block that was in my hands and turned around to see Jake's right hand, left knee and hat sticking out of the top of the hole. He was only 28 inches tall in a 30 inch hole. I grabbed him by his shoulders and picked straight up out of the hole. He wrapped his arms around me, so I knew they still worked.... But his left leg was just dangling like a wet noodle from the hip down. I carried him in the house, sat him on the kitchen counter and he was screaming that his leg hurt and couldn't move it. My wife was gone for the weekend and all I could think about was how she was going to kill me when she got home. When I wrapped my arms around him to pick him up and take him to the hospital, I paused just long enough to lay my head on arm and said a quick prayer that went like this: " Lord please reach down with just one finger to lay a healing touch on Jacob. If you can't fix his leg Lord, Michelle is going to kill me when she gets home tomorrow." Halfway thru that moment of desperation, Jake stopped crying. I looked up and he said he wanted to get down. I put him on the floor and he ran circles around me asking for some juice. We went back out and finished the footers. I know his leg was messed up when I took him out of the hole. It didn't hang right and had no controlled movement.
 
ragtopfury said:
When Jake was about 2.5 yrs old, he was "helping" me dig footers for the shed at the new house. The county made me do 8 holes measuring 18" wide and 30" deep. Jake was out there with me playing with his little plastic wheel barrow and shovel moving rocks around the side yard. Keeping my eye on him while mixing concrete, kept reminding him to stay away from the open holes. I had 2 left to fill and was working on one of them. Turned my head for 30 seconds and heard that horrifying "FAH-LOOP" sound. I drop the block that was in my hands and turned around to see Jake's right hand, left knee and hat sticking out of the top of the hole. He was only 28 inches tall in a 30 inch hole. I grabbed him by his shoulders and picked straight up out of the hole. He wrapped his arms around me, so I knew they still worked.... But his left leg was just dangling like a wet noodle from the hip down. I carried him in the house, sat him on the kitchen counter and he was screaming that his leg hurt and couldn't move it. My wife was gone for the weekend and all I could think about was how she was going to kill me when she got home. When I wrapped my arms around him to pick him up and take him to the hospital, I paused just long enough to lay my head on arm and said a quick prayer that went like this: " Lord please reach down with just one finger to lay a healing touch on Jacob. If you can't fix his leg Lord, Michelle is going to kill me when she gets home tomorrow." Halfway thru that moment of desperation, Jake stopped crying. I looked up and he said he wanted to get down. I put him on the floor and he ran circles around me asking for some juice. We went back out and finished the footers. I know his leg was messed up when I took him out of the hole. It didn't hang right and had no controlled movement.
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A similar situation happened to my brother a year or so back. His oldest daughter (about 5 at the time) and his niece were using a short broom handle as a pole vault and jumping over it, his younger nephew tried it but wasn't quite big enough to make it over, he came down on the end of the handle right in the scrotum region. My brother said you've never heard blood curdling screaming like that. My brother scooped him off the floor and him and the boy's parents ran for the bedroom, in desperation my brother laid his hands on the boy and started praying, a few seconds later the boy stopped crying, sat up and seeing his parents in tears asked what happened. They asked him if he was ok and he said he wanted to go play and kept asking what happened like he had no recollection of what happened. There's still power in prayer!
 
Have you ever walked down a dark hallway and have the hair on the back of your neck raise , you just know somethings in there with you.
 
zigs said:
Have you ever walked down a dark hallway and have the hair on the back of your neck raise , you just know somethings in there with you.
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Ha! Dad told us a story of a funeral home owner in PA. He was walking alone down a dark hallway and with every step there was a noise behind him, he sped up, the noise sped up. Walking briskly he got to the end of the hall, turned in a room, flipped the light on and spun around....nothing behind him! Looking down at his shoe he realized he'd stepped on a piece of tape and every time he stepped the tape stuck to the floor then pulled loose! Lol
 
You have to believe weird things are possible to imagine them. No I have never had the hair stand up on my neck, nor feel something or someones is behind me.
 
All I'm saying is nothing out of the norm or weird has ever happened to me in my 61 years! Which explains why I'm not religious. If I can't see it, touch it. or feel it? I don't believe it!
 
When I was very young I had one of the most vivid dreams I have ever had. Not sure of my age but probably no more than 4. In my dream I was in an aircraft cockpit. I knew it was a Messerschmitt BF-109. In the dream I was flying the plane as an adult. I saw the instruments and heard the roar of the engine. Sunny day, could see aircraft contrails higher up. What sounded like directions in German. Before I could intercept my target, I was involved in a dogfight. I felt my plane being hit hard then fire pouring out of the engine and into the cockpit as the plane rolled over and began to dive. I heard "Rolf, Rolf, bail out" in German on the radio. Then I woke up in a cold sweat shaking. Somehow I didn't cry.

I have never had a dream so vivid and realistic since. The fact that I knew I was flying a Messerschmitt 109 I cannot explain, I was just a 4 year old kid and had no idea what a Messerschmitt even was then. And I didn't speak German either but I could understand everything. That is the weirdest thing I can recall. I have never forgotten this dream and I doubt that I ever will.
 
It would appear you dreamed yourself as Rolf Pingle being shot down over the channel. He lived through it
same as you.
 
So since Pingle was downed by anti aircraft fire on September 28 1940 and you say this happened when you were 4 . This means your about 80 y.o. ?
 
Lol, he didn't necessarily say he was Rolf Pingle, I kind of insinuated that.
 
75slant6 said:
Ha! Dad told us a story of a funeral home owner in PA. He was walking alone down a dark hallway and with every step there was a noise behind him, he sped up, the noise sped up. Walking briskly he got to the end of the hall, turned in a room, flipped the light on and spun around....nothing behind him! Looking down at his shoe he realized he'd stepped on a piece of tape and every time he stepped the tape stuck to the floor then pulled loose! Lol
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My older sister's husband was a mortician back in the mid-60s at a large cemetery here in SoCal and had a couple of stories. One is rather funny and the other would have freaked me out if it had happened to me.

The funny one: He was by himself at work late one evening when a grieving widow of a recently deceased gentleman came to the mortuary and asked to see her husband before the viewing that was scheduled for the next morning. The viewing was already set up in a room at the end of a long carpeted walkway that was bordered by an interior garden area and then a glass wall looking out on the lawn area outside. He said he was escorting the widow down the carpet to the viewing room and everything was silent because of the late hour and no sounds of their walking because of the thick carpet. Suddenly behind them came a thunderous croak from one of the toads that they kept in the garden area to help control any insects. Both of them nearly jumped out of their skin.

The other story: Again he was working late one night preparing a body for embalming. The body was on the embalming table covered with a sheet and my brother-in-law had turned away from it as he was getting everything ready prior to starting the embalming processing. When everything was ready he turned back around to get started and the body was sitting up on the table facing him.
He explained that sometimes muscles will contract causing a deceased body to "sit up" like that.
I don't care what may cause it, you would have had to peel me off the floor at that point!
 
You know how the sayings, Grave Yard **** and Dead ringer originated? Research these and then tell me about a possible Hair raising experience!
 
ssba said:
It would appear you dreamed yourself as Rolf Pingle being shot down over the channel. He lived through it
same as you.
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Doubt it was Rolf Pringle. I'm pretty sure whoever I was in the dream went down with the plane. And since the targets were bombers over Germany (I said it was vivid) I wasn't near the channel at the time. I was 4 years old when I had this dream and knew squat about any of this stuff back then. That's why it is weird to me.
 
About 20 years ago we bought an old industrial building to move our business into and I used to be there all hours of the day and night. The thing was built around 1900 and added onto in several sections with the last being around 1967 or so. It was 250,000 square feet and was originally a piano factory and later a cabinet factory until we purchased it. The center, or the oldest part of the building was 3 stories tall and had an old freight elevator in it. I used the bottom floor to store my cars and do mechanical work. Often late at night you would hear foot steps going across the second floor and they were pushing some kind of a warehouse cart, you could hear the old boards creak as the thing rolled over. At first I thought someone had broken in and was up there walking around but after about 20 or 30 times running up the stairs and looking for intruders I realized it was just a spook of some kind. I even did things like mounting trip wires and cameras up there to see if I could catch anybody. Later I installed an alarm system with IR motion detectors but nothing ever set it off. This went on for years, so much in fact that I didn't pay much attention to it anymore. When other people would be there with me they would ask who was upstairs and I would tell them it's just a ghost. It really scared some of them and I had people who refused to work there at night.
The old iron water pipes in this place were going bad all too often so we decided to run a new main throughout the building in PVC. My cousin and I were doing the work so after working the business all day we would stay after hours and run pipe. There was one section where the old pipe ran through an 18 inch thick brick wall and I had to bust the brick out to remove the old pipe and make a bigger hole to run the PVC through. Only two of us were working and the building was locked down with an alarm on the outside doors. My cousin was heading out to the hardware store before it closed to get some more pipe and I opted to stay and finish breaking through the brick wall. I'm up on a ladder at about 10 ft pounding on the bricks when I hear a voice just as plain as day say "Quit knocking a hole in the damn wall" the section of building I was in was about 10,000 square feet and about a city block long. I could see all the way from one end to the other. I slowly climbed down the ladder and looked both ways and there was nothing. I went down to the outside door figuring that my cousin was playing a trick on me but his truck was gone and there was no one in sight. I dialed him up on my cell phone and said where you at? And he said I'm at the hardware store, what do you need? I said I would tell him when he got back. I went back upstairs and finished the hole. I have since sold the building to some buddies who run their business there now. They said they still hear the foot steps and the cart rolling some nights.
 
one other strange thing, back in the 70's when I was a teenager I had about a 30 day stretch where I saw a shooting star every day. Never in the rest of my 57 years has that ever happened
 
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