If you have experienced paranormal activity, what was the most unnerving event that occured?

Question

The most unnerving for me has to be about 10 yrs ago. I was visiting my sister and she and I were chatting one night when all of a sudden she got up and brought out this stuffed doll that scared both of us and she asked if it scared me. I told her it did so she put it on the porch outside the door to throw away the next morning. She and I decided we both wouldn't be able to sleep that night with it there. So then I volunteered to take it out to the dumpster in the parking lot. From her front door and the stairs leading down from it, there was a clear view of the parking lot. It had been pouring prior so there were lots of mud puddles. I walked through the parking lot and out of the blue there was this tarot card sitting there dry as could be. I didn't really think anything of it at the time. But when I headed back from the dumpster, the card was gone as if I imagined it being there. There was no wind, no one walking by, etc. to pick it up. And the doll burned my hand where I held it.

Answer 1

When I was working in Idaho, more than 20 yrs ago, I was near where Chief Joesph and Nez Perce Indians crossed the Bitter Root Mountain Range.
While retuning to base camp on horse back one night, under a almost full moon, cloudless night, I heard thunder. Then the silhouette of a rider and horse on the ridge in front of me, standing motionless. Then another loud thunder clap, not a cloud in the sky. When I looked back at the ridge the rider was moving towards me. Thinking it was another packer/guide, I also proceeded forward. As we got closer to each other, I noticed his horse was an Appaloosa, and he was scantly dressed with leggings and breach cloth only. As we got along side of each other he vanished, horse, rider, poof all gone. To say the lest, I was perplexed, confused, scared and wondered if my lac of sleep was getting to me. But I know what I had seen.
After some research of the area and history I came to find out I was on the very trail that the Nez Perce Indians had used to get from Idaho into Montana while fleeing from the US Calvary.
Later on in some research came to find out that Chief Joesph, or his brothers Indian name was Rolling Thunder in the Mountains.

Answer 2

I kept hearing noises in the attic. It sounded like somebody was up there sliding something across the floor. One day I had my b/f go up there with me. There was an old chair by the chimney with an old pair of boots by the chair. I took the chair and moved it to the main part of the attic and boarded up the area that had the chimney in it. A couple of days later i started to hear the same noise again. I had my b/f go up there again with me. When we got up there......the old chair was gone. We unboarded the chimney area and the old chair was back in the original spot that i moved it from. We left the chair there and reboarded the chimney area and never heard the noise again........
At the same house one time after my b/f and i split up my kids ALL went to my sister's house for the week end and i was home ALONE. My bell collection started playing. It was as if somebody were testing the tones of all the bells that i had on the shelf.......Still at the same house......I had a lamp that had a short in it (so i thought) so i unplugged it. Later that night i had a few friends over to play cards. The lamp came on by itself and i freaked out. My friend said "No need to freak out, that's the lamp with the short in it,right?" I said "Yes, but i unplugged it earlier today". Her b/f said B.S. and went into the room with the lamp in it (my bedroom) he picked up the lamp and followed the cord. Be4 he knew it, he had the end of the cord in his hand and the bulb was STILL LIT! He threw my lamp on the dresser and NEVER came into my house again.

Answer 3

I said something really smart a$$ about a house I was in by myself and it wouldn't let me out. I had my ex try busting in the door and it wouldn't budge so I ran for the back door and had to break out a window to get out.
The next time I went there I got in just as easy as normal.
I lived there for 32 yrs. it was haunted.
I never ever talked crap about that house to it ever again.

Answer 4

When my kids were very little we lived in a house that had a resident ghost. His name was Frank and he loved kids and was very friendly. About 2 weeks after my youngest was born, she woke up for her 3am bottle and as I was dragging myself out of bed to go get it, she stopped crying. It scared the crap out me and I ran into her room to find her happily slurping away on a cold bottle, fresh out of the fridge, just the way she liked them.

The bottle was propped up on her chest with a blanket, the way I always did it because she didn't like to be held while she ate. The only people in that house besides myself and her was my other daughter who was 2 years old and asleep in her own bed.

So if had to be Frank or my 2 week old daughter crawled out of her crib and got her own bottle.

It only happened that one time. Plenty of other things happened, but he only gave her the bottle once. He never did it again, I think, because it scared me so badly and he never did anything that scared us or hurt us.

Answer 5

I woke up in the morning with a huge hard on with all this ectoplasmic goo all over it that freaked me out