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I have a few times in my life, once I was at mom's waiting for her to get home when out of the blue I heared what sounded like little kids laughing.She lived like 3 or 4 miles from anyone. Also one time me an my brother snuck into this old run down trailer that looked like it hadn't been lived in in years .We were looking around when we heared someone say get out in a strong man voice. An I know looking back there was nobody around cause the place was a wreck an falling apart.Tell me your story. :)

2006-12-23 02:54:51 · 14 answers · asked by ? 1 in Society & Culture Mythology & Folklore

14 answers

I can't explain why you asked this dumb question.

2006-12-23 02:56:43 · answer #1 · answered by motorcitysmadman2 2 · 1 3

That's freaky.
Mine is:

My brother, his friend, and I were walking behind this building. There was this Old Shack-kind of thing. And when we were small... er (This happened when I was about 8.) We used to go inside and play around with the tools. Well this time.. when we came by, we got these chills. (Well at least I did.) And my brother told me I was crazy, but a second later the wind started howling... I kinda "whimpered" as he says, and they started laughing at me. See... it was fall then, so we made a big pile of leaves (right by the tool shed) and we took turns jumping in it. (Once each) when suddenly the wind picked up. The leaves kind of fluttered around. When we were about to reassemble the leaves, we saw a face. Really.. I'm not even kidding. The leaves formed a face of a woman. Not too old of a woman... probably in her 30's. Well... we were young... so we ran like hell! LOL... but when we went back with more friends... there were NO leaves. None...no leaves whatsoever, around the shed.

That's my story. And I'm NOT lying about it. It was scary.


Just remebered a nother one...
My grandmother died on July 4th. I always felt guilty about her death, as if it were my fault. (Which it wasn't.) She died of an illnedd she's had for a LONG time, and if we didn't attempt to get her treated... she would've lived about +2 years. But she died at the hospital. And when I got home, I was in the living room... I feel a breeze and smelt the SAME perfume... like a cloud...(she used to put on a ton of it) and I moved to another seat. Little whie later... I smell it again. I went to my sister and sat in her lap. When I told her about it, she said that It was her, saying good-bye.
Also... when she died. At the hospital, my brother took couple pictures of her. You could see a yellow formation of her, lifting from her body... first picture: right above her (laying down like her) second picture: A little bit higher.
Scarey? It's true.

2006-12-23 03:08:24 · answer #2 · answered by Min 3 · 0 0

I have no similar story. But I also do not doubt the sincerity in your story. If you were experiencing a type of schizophrenia, your brother would not also have heard a voice.

Anyone giving you an answer to what occured will be espousing a religious position. In science such an incident would be considered an "unexplainable phenomenon." Perhaps that is more appropriate. Perhaps there is something wonderful about having things in our lives that we cannot seem to explain. What's the harm?

2006-12-23 03:15:40 · answer #3 · answered by Benji Duncan 2 · 0 0

in 83 when i was 9 i took the same route every day and one of the houses burned down and a week later i had a dream that i stood on the side of the building and looked thru the hole in the side and seen a twenty dollar bill i reached in and tried to take it and a burnt hand came out of no where and stabbed me in the back of the hand i paid no mind to the dream and a week later as i walked home i stopped in front of the house and looked in the hole and seen a twenty dollar bill i just ran like hell home i thought i had a premontion of the future but now that im older i know better i walked by that house like 10 times a week and the money was always there and i did notice it but it was in my subconcious mind and then it just came out in my dream so there from supernatural experiance to just a coincedence but i am intrested in things like this i will admit 95 percent is a scam but its tht 5 prcent that leaves me scratching my head

2006-12-23 04:32:42 · answer #4 · answered by Anonymous · 0 0

I was sleeping over a friends house. He just purchased a new home & didn't want to be there alone. We were laying there on the floor cuddling or whatever because the heater wasn't working yet & he didn't have a bed. We were by a register & heard a person coughing in the basement. Clear as anything. Scary? Yes. He said that he was glad he wasn't alone because he would've cried.

2006-12-23 02:58:11 · answer #5 · answered by IMHO 6 · 0 0

Mine is short and strange:

At school one day in science class I had a blue Pen which I had lost. I looked everywhere near me to find it! But I couldn't so just as I'm about to give up I hear something fall underneath the desk and of course my pen was under there. So it fell out of no wear. And that's unexplainable.

2006-12-23 05:39:49 · answer #6 · answered by Anonymous · 0 0

Several years ago I had an unusual experience concerning an uncle, a distant relative who lived over a thousand miles away.

While driving my car I suddenly felt the unmistakable presence of this relative that I hardly even knew. He was more like someone I had heard about than someone I knew. It was very strange; it felt as though I was momentarily lifted right out of my physical body. I seemed to be suspended somehow beyond space and time, bathed in a love so intense It felt like I could have just disappear into it at any moment if It would have let me. It only lasted for a few seconds, but it seemed to last forever at the same time. I realize how crazy this must sound. The experience was so strong that at first I was afraid I was loosing my grip on reality. I finally managed to chalk it up to an over active imagination.

Three days later I got a call from my aunt telling me that this uncle we are talking about had gone into a coma and died the day I had the experience. It felt like ice water had been poured down my back when she told me this. I had lost any real ideas of God or faith and had become somewhat of an atheist. Needless to say this experience caused me to rethink some of the conclusions I had come to.

I feel blessed to now understand that even in our darkest confusion something loves us so much that it went out of its way to assist me and bring me back to a state of absolute certainty about Gods love for us.
During the experience it seemed like there was a vast amount of information that I was somehow allowed access to. One thing that I came away from this experience understanding beyond any shadow of a doubt was that any Idea that God is unhappy with us or would judge or allow us to be punished for any reason is simply impossible.

I can’t explain the love I felt with words. They simply don’t make words big enough or complete enough to do this. The only way I can begin to convey this love to you is to say that there was simply nothing else there. Nothing but love. No hint of judgment, no displeasure of any sort. It is as though God sees us as being as perfect as we were the day we were created. It is only in our confused idea of ourselves that we seem to have changed.

I hope this is of some help to you. Good luck. Love and blessings.

Your brother don

2006-12-23 02:59:06 · answer #7 · answered by Anonymous · 0 0

Yeah...all the time...
I see things all the time-just last night I seen Cooshma
I feel things all the time-last thing I felt was an animal jumping over me in the bed and I don't have animals...
I hear my late brother's voice saying hey yall-no one was out side but me and my mom and I told my cousin that and he brushed it off until it happend to him...

2006-12-23 02:58:15 · answer #8 · answered by angelic1302 3 · 0 0

There are comparable words going decrease back over 4 hundred years, including to "Heaven in a Wheelbarrow". there has been some hypothesis that the words perhaps appropriate, with "to Hell in a handbasket" perhaps being a mocking connection with the Guillotine which oftentimes used a lined basket to seize the severed head.

2016-11-23 13:05:46 · answer #9 · answered by Anonymous · 0 0

well, 2 many of them to count. and i wouldnt blieve there wasnt no1 there if i was u, im tired of people denyi' the existance of ghosts and spirits and god bcus they are not "physically visible", air aint "physically visible", explain that one.

and i aint accusin' nobody of the above. just statin' fact

2006-12-23 04:00:10 · answer #10 · answered by Eric H 4 · 0 0

one time i was cleaning my bedroom and a pair of rolled up socks hit me in the back of the head. they didn't fall from anywhere, cause i didn't have anything above me.

2006-12-23 02:56:57 · answer #11 · answered by Anonymous · 0 0

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