Has any kiwis had an experience with supernatural entities. - No judgement on any beliefs

[DocHoliday1977]

The Haunted Vagina?

Remind me to talk to Annie about getting that a film treatment

Sounds a successful porn.

 

[Exigent Circumcisions]

One night, I was staying at my funny Uncle Paul's house the next town over. He was a strange old coot, really loved taxidermy but for some reason he always discarded the skulls after removing them right from the base of the spine. Anyways, one night we stayed up late watching rom-coms; he was drinking beer as usual, getting a little wistful like he did sometimes, talking about my cousins, his sons who had moved away years before, just after my aunt died of the diabetes.

Around bedtime he said he got us something special and ducked into the kitchen for a few minutes and when he came back he had two big cups of hot chocolate with lots of marshmallows. It was kind of bitter but he said it was the fancy kind, lots of cocoa in it. I grew up poor so fancy hot chocolate made me feel a little like the middle class kids probably did, snug and safe in their houses with snacks and sweets aplenty.

I got really tired and this eerie feeling washed over me but it was okay, Uncle Paul tucked me in tight and its funny but he must have known I'm stomach sleeper because he tucked me in face down just the way I like it. I don't think I even remember the light going out that night.

Sometime later I woke up and there was something pressing down on the back of my neck and making these.. slobbering sounds and then.. well, the whole bed started shaking and I tried to yell out for Uncle Paul but that only seemed to make the presence more frantic; my face was buried in the pillows and I swear the bed was cracking the plaster on the wall.

I must have blacked out for a while and when I woke up there was poor uncle Paul, dead from a heart attack at the foot of the bed. He must have come running to save me from the demonic force that was ravishing my supple young body: he hadn't even taken the time to put his clothes on or anything.. Sorry, I still get choked up when I think of what a hero my Uncle Paul was.

RIP.

 

[DocHoliday1977]

One night, I was staying at my funny Uncle Paul's house the next town over. He was a strange old coot, really loved taxidermy but for some reason he always discarded the skulls after removing them right from the base of the spine. Anyways, one night we stayed up late watching rom-coms; he was drinking beer as usual, getting a little wistful like he did sometimes, talking about my cousins, his sons who had moved away years before, just after my aunt died of the diabetes.

Around bedtime he said he got us something special and ducked into the kitchen for a few minutes and when he came back he had two big cups of hot chocolate with lots of marshmallows. It was kind of bitter but he said it was the fancy kind, lots of cocoa in it. I grew up poor so fancy hot chocolate made me feel a little like the middle class kids probably did, snug and safe in their houses with snacks and sweets aplenty.

I got really tired and this eerie feeling washed over me but it was okay, Uncle Paul tucked me in tight and its funny but he must have known I'm stomach sleeper because he tucked me in face down just the way I like it. I don't think I even remember the light going out that night.

Sometime later I woke up and there was something pressing down on the back of my neck and making these.. slobbering sounds and then.. well, the whole bed started shaking and I tried to yell out for Uncle Paul but that only seemed to make the presence more frantic; my face was buried in the pillows and I swear the bed was cracking the plaster on the wall.

I must have blacked out for a while and when I woke up there was poor uncle Paul, dead from a heart attack at the foot of the bed. He must have come running to save me from the demonic force that was ravishing my supple young body: he hadn't even taken the time to put his clothes on or anything.. Sorry, I still get choked up when I think of what a hero my Uncle Paul was.

RIP.

Is this real? *eyeroll* lol

 

[Exigent Circumcisions]

Is this real? *eyeroll* lol

Of course it's real! I'll never forget how uncle Paul gave his life to save me from that impure spirit.

 

[Niggernerd]

Nah

I am so sorry This hasn't reoccurred since then?

The ghost stuff happened in my old house and the alien shit happened when I lived on a ranch. I do feel like I'm being watched sometimes but I havent had experiences since then

This part doesn't make any sense to me. "He noticed we abducted him and forgot to wash his feet off. Irradiate that little fucker's cat, that'll shut him up."

it was more like what they did to us rather than just them outright killing her.
I don't remember the "dream" entirely but I know there's more it's sort but it's like I'm subconsciously trying to forget the night.

 

[Lemmingwise]

I once broke wind so loudly it made my neighbor's dog start howling.

It probably was the smell, not the sound, you dirty sprig of parsley.

 

[DocHoliday1977]

Nah

The ghost stuff happened in my old house and the alien shit happened when I lived on a ranch. I do feel like I'm being watched sometimes but I havent had experiences since then

Lets hope it's over. I'll pray for ya.

it was more like what they did to us rather than just them outright killing her.
I don't remember the "dream" entirely but I know there's more it's sort but it's like I'm subconsciously trying to forget the night.

Our brains and imagination are powerful things on their own. We protect ourselves from pain and sadness in very strong ways.

 

[Slappy McGherkin]

I've never been able to explain this one; neither has anyone else. But absolute truth.

I’ve spent a lot of time in Rocky Point (Puerto Penasco) over the past 30 years, watching the town grow from a sleepy fishing village to a beautiful resort destination. I’ve always loved the Sea of Cortez, where it meets the desert, and have wondered of the people and their ways that called this area home long before it became a weekend in a luxury condo at the beach. The rich spirituality of Picante, the vastness of the surrounding desert, and the lore and beauty of the sea, all converge in Rocky Point.

There are things known only to few these days, mostly distant memories, about life as it used to be when the Seri natives were the only residents of the coast from El Golfo to Guaymas. This is a story of that spirituality and, to this day, was one of my most memorable trips to Rocky Point.

Several years ago, my wife and I decided we’d drive over to JJ’s in Cholla Bay for dinner and watch the sunset. JJ’s is a world famous cantina, right on the edge of Cholla Bay and a must-visit if you’ve never been there before. In those days, the road between Penasco and Cholla Bay was about 10 miles of washboard sand. The only thing on Sandy Beach then was just that – sand.

As we neared Cholla Bay, we came across a young American guy, waving his arms, blood all over his legs. I stopped the truck and asked if he was okay. He said he and his buddy were four-wheeling up nearby Competition Hill, a mountain partially covered in sand that is popular with sand rails and ATVs. He said they realized they couldn’t make it to the top and began backing down. They went over the edge into a deep pit and wrecked their truck. He had a few cuts, but said his buddy was hurt pretty bad.

We let him in the truck and hurried to the area where he had wrecked. The truck was upside down, all the glass smashed out and the cab was slightly crushed. His buddy was leaning against the truck and he was bleeding. I grabbed my first aid kit and was able to stop the bleeding from several deep cuts.

It was then I noticed that they had a woman with them. She appeared to be a native woman with long grey hair wearing traditional Seri garb. She stood nearby watching, but said nothing and appeared unhurt. I told the guys I would give them a ride back into town for medical attention, but they insisted that I help them turn their truck back over. I was more concerned about them than the truck, but understood they didn’t want to leave the truck.

The badly injured guy was pale and possibly in shock, but coherent and alert. I wrapped him in a blanket I had in my truck. The Seri woman stood close by him. I got out my tow strap, hooked it up to their truck. I had to rock it a few times, but was successful in getting their truck rolled back over. The guy that had flagged us down got in and, after a few attempts, was able to start the truck. He said he was going to drive back into town and I told him I’d follow him to make sure he got there safely. He came around the passenger side and opened the door and, again without a word, the Seri woman got into the truck in the middle of the seat. We helped his buddy get into the passenger seat. They headed into town with us behind them with our flashers on.

As we drove, I commented to the wife – Wow! Was that messed up or what? She asked “What’s up with the old woman?” I told her that I had no idea – I mean, she had to be in her 80’s or older and these were young American guys in their 20’s. It really made no sense at all and neither of the guys even spoke to her or acknowledged her being there, just plain weird. We pulled into the Cruz Roja (Red Cross) station behind them and they both thanked us, so off we went.

A couple weeks later, I was back in Penasco and related this same story to some friends and locals gathered at the beach. When I first mentioned the native woman, one of the gals stopped me and said “Was she old with long grey hair and dressed in Seri garb?” Yes, I answered, how did you know? She went onto explain that she had heard this very same story several times from both locals and tourists that had been involved in accidents in the desert over the years. She is a spirit walker and appears at the scene of accidents and escorts those that die to the other side. The gal asked me “She didn’t speak at all, did she?” No, I said, not a word. “The two guys? Did they know she was there?” Well, didn’t seem that way, they never acknowledged her at all, even though she got in the truck with them. Both my wife and I saw her and she seemed real enough to both of us.

So, was she real? An angel or demon? I’d say angel. Maybe it was her being there that kept the one young man alive, or maybe it wasn’t his time. I’ll never know. What I do know is that there are spiritual things in the desert and beyond that are simply beyond my comprehension or understanding.

 

[Corbin Dallas Multipass]

Our brains and imagination are powerful things on their own. We protect ourselves from pain and sadness in very strong ways.

They call this a moment of clarity, OP. You should reflect on this statement, you're close to the boring and horrible truth of the world.

EDIT:
NOTHING TO SEE HERE

 

[DocHoliday1977]

I've never been able to explain this one; neither has anyone else. But absolute truth.

I’ve spent a lot of time in Rocky Point (Puerto Penasco) over the past 30 years, watching the town grow from a sleepy fishing village to a beautiful resort destination. I’ve always loved the Sea of Cortez, where it meets the desert, and have wondered of the people and their ways that called this area home long before it became a weekend in a luxury condo at the beach. The rich spirituality of Picante, the vastness of the surrounding desert, and the lore and beauty of the sea, all converge in Rocky Point.

There are things known only to few these days, mostly distant memories, about life as it used to be when the Seri natives were the only residents of the coast from El Golfo to Guaymas. This is a story of that spirituality and, to this day, was one of my most memorable trips to Rocky Point.

Several years ago, my wife and I decided we’d drive over to JJ’s in Cholla Bay for dinner and watch the sunset. JJ’s is a world famous cantina, right on the edge of Cholla Bay and a must-visit if you’ve never been there before. In those days, the road between Penasco and Cholla Bay was about 10 miles of washboard sand. The only thing on Sandy Beach then was just that – sand.

As we neared Cholla Bay, we came across a young American guy, waving his arms, blood all over his legs. I stopped the truck and asked if he was okay. He said he and his buddy were four-wheeling up nearby Competition Hill, a mountain partially covered in sand that is popular with sand rails and ATVs. He said they realized they couldn’t make it to the top and began backing down. They went over the edge into a deep pit and wrecked their truck. He had a few cuts, but said his buddy was hurt pretty bad.

We let him in the truck and hurried to the area where he had wrecked. The truck was upside down, all the glass smashed out and the cab was slightly crushed. His buddy was leaning against the truck and he was bleeding. I grabbed my first aid kit and was able to stop the bleeding from several deep cuts.

It was then I noticed that they had a woman with them. She appeared to be a native woman with long grey hair wearing traditional Seri garb. She stood nearby watching, but said nothing and appeared unhurt. I told the guys I would give them a ride back into town for medical attention, but they insisted that I help them turn their truck back over. I was more concerned about them than the truck, but understood they didn’t want to leave the truck.

The badly injured guy was pale and possibly in shock, but coherent and alert. I wrapped him in a blanket I had in my truck. The Seri woman stood close by him. I got out my tow strap, hooked it up to their truck. I had to rock it a few times, but was successful in getting their truck rolled back over. The guy that had flagged us down got in and, after a few attempts, was able to start the truck. He said he was going to drive back into town and I told him I’d follow him to make sure he got there safely. He came around the passenger side and opened the door and, again without a word, the Seri woman got into the truck in the middle of the seat. We helped his buddy get into the passenger seat. They headed into town with us behind them with our flashers on.

As we drove, I commented to the wife – Wow! Was that messed up or what? She asked “What’s up with the old woman?” I told her that I had no idea – I mean, she had to be in her 80’s or older and these were young American guys in their 20’s. It really made no sense at all and neither of the guys even spoke to her or acknowledged her being there, just plain weird. We pulled into the Cruz Roja (Red Cross) station behind them and they both thanked us, so off we went.

A couple weeks later, I was back in Penasco and related this same story to some friends and locals gathered at the beach. When I first mentioned the native woman, one of the gals stopped me and said “Was she old with long grey hair and dressed in Seri garb?” Yes, I answered, how did you know? She went onto explain that she had heard this very same story several times from both locals and tourists that had been involved in accidents in the desert over the years. She is a spirit walker and appears at the scene of accidents and escorts those that die to the other side. The gal asked me “She didn’t speak at all, did she?” No, I said, not a word. “The two guys? Did they know she was there?” Well, didn’t seem that way, they never acknowledged her at all, even though she got in the truck with them. Both my wife and I saw her and she seemed real enough to both of us.

So, was she real? An angel or demon? I’d say angel. Maybe it was her being there that kept the one young man alive, or maybe it wasn’t his time. I’ll never know. What I do know is that there are spiritual things in the desert and beyond that are simply beyond my comprehension or understanding.

Angel, cause none of the boys died. That's a protective apparition. And you showing up like you did is also apart of the miraculous side of it too.

 

[Varg Did Nothing Wrong]

I kissed some middle aged broad astrally a week or so ago. She seemed really confused.

 

[DocHoliday1977]

I kissed some middle aged broad astrally a week or so ago. She seemed really confused.

It was weird.

 

[Slappy McGherkin]

So did you win the contest?

Unfortunately, no. A more "touristy" puff piece won. It was for a free week at the Sonoran, so it was worth a shot.

And you showing up like you did is also apart of the miraculous side of it too.

I always wonder about that. I have been first on scene at a number of horrific accidents over the years (I'm not EMT or anything, but was in the military and immediately respond to the situation at hand). One was another truck roll situation; guy was ejected from the truck laying in the road next to his truck, truck is on fire. I immediately grab a blanket from my truck and am trying to gently get the guy on it before he car-b-ques right in the middle of the road. What's everybody else doing that is now stopped? Videoing his imminent death on their motherfucking cell phones! I had to scream at two guys to get the fuck over here and help me move him to safety. He was pretty fucked up, but he at least he didn't burn to death when the truck went full ka-boom. Life flight arrived shortly thereafter, and when I checked with the Sheriff a few days later (the whole thing bothered me greatly), they said he was going to make it and that I likely saved his life.

But it seems someone (something) puts me in these places with these kind of challenges. I have no idea why.

 

[UW 411]

What if you're the supernatural entity? You don't want it to be true, obviously.
But when you're done spectorally face-sitting everyones moms, what else do you have to comfort yourself with, really?

 

[Freddy Freaker]

Man, when it comes to ghosts ive experiened some shit. Idk if you guys can handle this.

Spoiler

 

[DocHoliday1977]

I always wonder about that. I have been first on scene at a number of horrific accidents over the years (I'm not EMT or anything, but was in the military and immediately respond to the situation at hand). One was another truck roll situation; guy was ejected from the truck laying in the road next to his truck, truck is on fire. I immediately grab a blanket from my truck and am trying to gently get the guy on it before he car-b-ques right in the middle of the road. What's everybody else doing that is now stopped? Videoing his imminent death on their motherfucking cell phones! I had to scream at two guys to get the fuck over here and help me move him to safety. He was pretty fucked up, but he at least he didn't burn to death when the truck went full ka-boom. Life flight arrived shortly thereafter, and when I checked with the Sheriff a few days later (the whole thing bothered me greatly), they said he was going to make it and that I likely saved his life.

But it seems someone (something) puts me in these places with these kind of challenges. I have no idea why.

God uses you for His work. You are blessed and chosen. May God send you a free ice cream... lol

Man, when it comes to ghosts ive experiened some shit. Idk if you guys can handle this.

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This is the place to tell.

 

[Slappy McGherkin]

May God send you a free ice cream... lol

I LIKE ice cream! But with my luck, it would be a melted puddle.

I'm not a particularly religious person. I don't disbelieve in God, but question that if He does exists, why does he make such terrible choices at times? Must be because God is autistic.

 

[maalikthefakemuzzie]

I have 2 separate encounters.

1.) It was the holidays and I was laying in bed at 10am, I slept because school made me get up early and it was finally time fir me to relax. My mother came behind me and greeted me, she then tucked herself behind me and whispered into my ear “I want to die”. In a confused state I turned to find no one there. This was also a time where I laughed really hard at suicide memes.

2.) Again I was about to go to sleep because it was the middle of the night, when I heard a loud dog bark 7 inches away from my ear that woke me up. I was really annoyed by that.

 

[DocHoliday1977]

I LIKE ice cream! But with my luck, it would be a melted puddle.

I'm not a particularly religious person. I don't disbelieve in God, but question that if He does exists, why does he make such terrible choices at times? Must be because God is autistic.

You sure it’s Him, or Him letting humans make the call?

They call this a moment of clarity, OP. You should reflect on this statement, you're close to the boring and horrible truth of the world.

EDIT:
NOTHING TO SEE HERE

Oh I know alot already.

 

[Corbin Dallas Multipass]

Oh I know alot already.

My point being, you said:

Our brains and imagination are powerful things on their own. We protect ourselves from pain and sadness in very strong ways.

You are saying something very true here. Maybe more true than you are really willing to accept.

People definitely use their brains and imagination to protect themselves from pain and sadness. The more extreme the pain and/or sadness, the more extreme the imagination, sometimes. Sometimes forgetting that it's all being imagined in the process of trying to protect themselves.