This is a pretty good thread to read in the still darkness of the night......
Has any kiwis had an experience with supernatural entities. - No judgement on any beliefs
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One time I played ouija but the ghost kept saying he wanted to fuck my ass 
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I've randomly had sexual dreams about some unknown Indian woman before. I don't even find Indian women particularly attractive or anything. For some reason I got the impression that she was supposed to be the goddess Kali.
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I haven't had an experience worth telling about, but my Pa did. He was sitting by the campfire alone (we have a campfire spot in the yard) at night, drinking, and his childhood friend came walking down from the road and sat by him for a while. They didn't talk at all. The friend had enlisted in Vietnam and died there as infantry.
Pa calls him his "ghost," but he also says that he believes it was a figment of his imagination, a sort of fantasy.
Edit: One of Pa's uncles had an encounter with the Angel of Death. He was sleeping when what may have been sleep paralysis kicked in. Saw a fearsome black figure, the usual thing you would expect, lurk into the room and stand over the man he was sleeping next to (some relative, don't remember the context, but they were in the same bed). A week later, that man died.
Pa calls him his "ghost," but he also says that he believes it was a figment of his imagination, a sort of fantasy.
Edit: One of Pa's uncles had an encounter with the Angel of Death. He was sleeping when what may have been sleep paralysis kicked in. Saw a fearsome black figure, the usual thing you would expect, lurk into the room and stand over the man he was sleeping next to (some relative, don't remember the context, but they were in the same bed). A week later, that man died.
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short answer: yes, the gods don't like you and it's better that some doors stay sealed shut
long answer: yes obviously I am the one who stopped the dimensional merge
long answer: yes obviously I am the one who stopped the dimensional merge
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Are his appearances prefaced with the sound of cans being clanked against one another?
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a few months ago, it was the middle of the night and i was sitting on the couch and playing on my phone. randomly, my dog gets up and starts barking and growling at something in the laundry room. he kept barking for like 5 minutes. it scared tf out of me and all my family members
oh, and when my sister and i were little, my family was vacationing in florida. my dad was taking a walk with my sis at 11 pm in the condo neighborhood and this old woman with sunglasses completely covering her eyes kept asking to touch my sister. my dad asked to see her eyes and she said no, so he got the hell away from her. she reached out and tried to touch my sister anyway. i'm wondering if this was a typical florida woman experience or if she was some creature trying to steal youth or something lol
oh, and when my sister and i were little, my family was vacationing in florida. my dad was taking a walk with my sis at 11 pm in the condo neighborhood and this old woman with sunglasses completely covering her eyes kept asking to touch my sister. my dad asked to see her eyes and she said no, so he got the hell away from her. she reached out and tried to touch my sister anyway. i'm wondering if this was a typical florida woman experience or if she was some creature trying to steal youth or something lol
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The average Florida woman can probably be accurately described as "some creature". So yes.
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The flat where my family and I live it some old lady used to live here, who died before my parents got it. Our cat will make random noises, running all over and jumping at night. Meowing loudly at walls and jumping on door frames.
Another one is when my paternal grandmother died, my ma told me that when she was alongside my grandma's bed when she died, she noticed some kind of wind, needless to say that all windows and doors were closed, and there wasn't any fan put on.
When I was a kid, I was sleeping with my ma and sis, all of the sudden some mechanical dog toy started to walk on its own. The next morning my ma threw away that doll. That's when we knew, according to my dad, that some lady died before we got in here.
Not only my house is spooky, but the whole neighborhood, old folks told us that near there during the war our neighborhood was close to the battlefield, and as a result, there was some mass tombs after the war which got cleaned out after the dictatorship.
Another one is when my paternal grandmother died, my ma told me that when she was alongside my grandma's bed when she died, she noticed some kind of wind, needless to say that all windows and doors were closed, and there wasn't any fan put on.
When I was a kid, I was sleeping with my ma and sis, all of the sudden some mechanical dog toy started to walk on its own. The next morning my ma threw away that doll. That's when we knew, according to my dad, that some lady died before we got in here.
Not only my house is spooky, but the whole neighborhood, old folks told us that near there during the war our neighborhood was close to the battlefield, and as a result, there was some mass tombs after the war which got cleaned out after the dictatorship.
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I only have one story which may or may not have been a figment of my imagination. I can't say I believe that it was actually supernatural, but I can't say that I don't believe it was, either.
We moved into a new home because my dad got a new job. We were renting a house until we could get our old home sold and find a new home. It had a decent amount of land and was kind of set off by itself with a dock for small boats. I got a creepy feeling when I went into my room for the first time because it had a giant mural on one wall and it immediately reminded me of a story I read when I was younger about kids who had a wall mural that would come to life. It also, for some reason, had red light bulbs in the living room and bath room. Almost like a dark room, but the living room had huge windows so I know it wasn't for that reason.
Everyone in the house would have instances where they would see the shadow of a man from the corner of their eye. You didn't see it if you looked head on, though. It would only be a brief moment of "I thought someone was standing there." You would also hear footsteps upstairs even though no one was there. My room was especially bad. At night, I would feel an icy cold breeze sometimes (could have just been a draft) but there were times I heard footsteps coming across the room towards my bed. But I never saw anything. My childhood dog always slept in my room with me, but not in the new house. He refused to sleep in my room.
Sometimes things would randomly move (like blinds, curtains, or telephone cords) as if someone had brushed past them. We had snakes (it was along the water and we had ducks -- so snakes targeted them) and they would come up on the deck and raise their head up and look into the house through the sliding glass doors. We also ended up having rats (not mice, rats) running through the walls at night, too. It sometimes felt like being hit with a bunch of plagues of various vermin in that house.
While, I never experienced it, my mother would sometimes hear the sound of a choir singing. The lady who owned the house was some kind of preacher and her husband had died (possibly in the house), so that was kind of weird.
As time went on, the shadow dude showed up more. By the last few months in that house, it was no longer just a glimpse out of the corner of your eye -- he would be standing at the top of the stairs looking down or sitting in the middle of the sofa in the living room. You couldn't make out any features. It was just the shadowy figure of a man.
While we were living there, my dad had some kind of nervous breakdown or something. A lot like the Jack Nicholson character in the Shining. His personality completely changed and he became pretty abusive and just crazy. I was actually terrified of him at times and worried that he might actually kill us. Cops had to be involved once. Once we moved out of the house, though, my dad went back to being his normal self. I don't know if it was just because of the house or it was just a coincidence that my dad acted crazy while there ... but it was completely out of character for him. Not that I make that excuse for him -- it still took a long time to forgive him for the way he acted, but I do wonder sometimes if that house had more to do with it than you would think.
Maybe it was just a really crappy house and a really crappy time in my life and my brain just created a story around it -- but I will say I would never sleep in that house again. And while I'm generally skeptical of ghost stories, because of that house, I can never really say that it is total bunk. Because maybe it isn't.
We moved into a new home because my dad got a new job. We were renting a house until we could get our old home sold and find a new home. It had a decent amount of land and was kind of set off by itself with a dock for small boats. I got a creepy feeling when I went into my room for the first time because it had a giant mural on one wall and it immediately reminded me of a story I read when I was younger about kids who had a wall mural that would come to life. It also, for some reason, had red light bulbs in the living room and bath room. Almost like a dark room, but the living room had huge windows so I know it wasn't for that reason.
Everyone in the house would have instances where they would see the shadow of a man from the corner of their eye. You didn't see it if you looked head on, though. It would only be a brief moment of "I thought someone was standing there." You would also hear footsteps upstairs even though no one was there. My room was especially bad. At night, I would feel an icy cold breeze sometimes (could have just been a draft) but there were times I heard footsteps coming across the room towards my bed. But I never saw anything. My childhood dog always slept in my room with me, but not in the new house. He refused to sleep in my room.
Sometimes things would randomly move (like blinds, curtains, or telephone cords) as if someone had brushed past them. We had snakes (it was along the water and we had ducks -- so snakes targeted them) and they would come up on the deck and raise their head up and look into the house through the sliding glass doors. We also ended up having rats (not mice, rats) running through the walls at night, too. It sometimes felt like being hit with a bunch of plagues of various vermin in that house.
While, I never experienced it, my mother would sometimes hear the sound of a choir singing. The lady who owned the house was some kind of preacher and her husband had died (possibly in the house), so that was kind of weird.
As time went on, the shadow dude showed up more. By the last few months in that house, it was no longer just a glimpse out of the corner of your eye -- he would be standing at the top of the stairs looking down or sitting in the middle of the sofa in the living room. You couldn't make out any features. It was just the shadowy figure of a man.
While we were living there, my dad had some kind of nervous breakdown or something. A lot like the Jack Nicholson character in the Shining. His personality completely changed and he became pretty abusive and just crazy. I was actually terrified of him at times and worried that he might actually kill us. Cops had to be involved once. Once we moved out of the house, though, my dad went back to being his normal self. I don't know if it was just because of the house or it was just a coincidence that my dad acted crazy while there ... but it was completely out of character for him. Not that I make that excuse for him -- it still took a long time to forgive him for the way he acted, but I do wonder sometimes if that house had more to do with it than you would think.
Maybe it was just a really crappy house and a really crappy time in my life and my brain just created a story around it -- but I will say I would never sleep in that house again. And while I'm generally skeptical of ghost stories, because of that house, I can never really say that it is total bunk. Because maybe it isn't.
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When I was very young I saw a ghost of an old man on my cousin's bunk bed. I remember him being all white and see through, and he was staring at the floor. Then he slowly lifted his head up and stared at me. At the time I didn't feel scared, but was more confused about what I saw. My grandfather said he saw him all the time. I don't think I will ever forget that.
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Weird little inccident when I was 13. I was walking on a country road to a friends house about 9pm and their was just a series of burning rocks leading through the roads for about quart mile. When I told my friend about he couldnt seem to acknowlague it happened, he didnt say it was bullshit more it just sort of slid of him when I brought it up. When I went back later the Rocks where gone.
I don't know if it was super spookers but it was pretty weird.
I don't know if it was super spookers but it was pretty weird.
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Not actually supernatural but had a sleep paralysis hallucination once and that shit was terrifying. Couldnt move and i look to the side and see this vaguely human looking thing but completely white skin no hair stupidly long limbs and anorexic bent over backwards crawling around like a spider with its head cranked around backwards staring me down and smiling with its creepy ass shark teeth while slowly coming closer until i shook myself out of the paralysis and it dissapeared
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Not exactly paranormal, but still want to share.
So for my 18th birthday, me and my friends snuck into Centralia PA. Real creepy ghost town, with an ancient coal fire burning underneath it. You're supposed to wear a gas mask because there's hazardous gas and shit, and it's really fucking crazy. We decided to walk half a mile, leaving our car behind (there's signs saying the road is prone to sudden collapse and my car ain't worth the risk. )
So we finally get into the town and there's smoke and cinder coming out from under the ground, and it's just trippy. The whole time something just felt off, I mean, feels like an entrance to hell. The whole time you just feel like you're being watched too, and the fact that there's huge forests on both sides of you doesn't do anything to dissuade the fear.
We didn't stay long, we ended up all getting paranoid as fuck and went home.
So for my 18th birthday, me and my friends snuck into Centralia PA. Real creepy ghost town, with an ancient coal fire burning underneath it. You're supposed to wear a gas mask because there's hazardous gas and shit, and it's really fucking crazy. We decided to walk half a mile, leaving our car behind (there's signs saying the road is prone to sudden collapse and my car ain't worth the risk. )
So we finally get into the town and there's smoke and cinder coming out from under the ground, and it's just trippy. The whole time something just felt off, I mean, feels like an entrance to hell. The whole time you just feel like you're being watched too, and the fact that there's huge forests on both sides of you doesn't do anything to dissuade the fear.
We didn't stay long, we ended up all getting paranoid as fuck and went home.
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Ghost of my great grandpa told little kid me to not play in a rusty truck. He might have been drunk on ghost moonshine. Guy did help smuggle moonshine, afterall.
Now that I think about it, that truck may have been for smuggling booze into Heaven.
Now that I think about it, that truck may have been for smuggling booze into Heaven.
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I used to think I have interactions with ghosts and aliens until I grew up and looked into it, arriving at what's called sleep paralysis. Apparently my dad gets it often too.
Worst thing is, I still remember my first sleep paralysis experience from the age of 3, despite forgetting everything else. The only stuff I remember from before the age of 7 would be the sleep paralysis shit.
I then found ways to control the dreams, which is apparently called lucid dreaming, all by coincidence. I do not recommend anyone intentionally trying it, it's bad for your mental health.
Worst thing is, I still remember my first sleep paralysis experience from the age of 3, despite forgetting everything else. The only stuff I remember from before the age of 7 would be the sleep paralysis shit.
I then found ways to control the dreams, which is apparently called lucid dreaming, all by coincidence. I do not recommend anyone intentionally trying it, it's bad for your mental health.
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Something to go along with your 'Indian woman'. So when I was 15 I went to a healer, he told me that I have four guides, three he could see, the other one refused to show themselves, and stood behind him. Of the three he could see, one was an Indian woman, flowy garbs and bindi, he was told by her that I need to go and throw flowers into the sea.
I went home and told my parents how it all went, what was said.
A few? (could have been six) months later, my mothers birthday was coming up, and I floated the idea of sending her away to a healing retreating in the mountains. Everyone else agreed so we organised it and booked it, my dad would go up later on in the week, pick her up and they'd go to a resort.
Anyway, during the retreat she had a session with a healer. My mum swears blind she never mentioned a word about what was said to me, during her healing the healer said to her, to tell me, to do what my Indian woman guide said, to go and throw the flowers into the sea.
The weird thing, I never did, we lived on the coast, went to the beach all the time, never did it. That was until three years ago, my mum's youngest sister died after battling triple negative breast cancer for four years. Part of what she wanted was to have all the 'kids' (21 nieces and nephews + numerous other cousin's kids and friend's kids) throw flowers into the sea, at one of the beaches we grew up going to.
So we all went to the beach after the funeral, I wasn't going to do it, after all the others did I decided that I would after all, I'm actually the eldest of those 'kids', my aunt was only two years older than me. So I went down there to a spot by myself, and it finally clicked that I was actually doing what I was told to do all those years before.
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I used to get bad recurring nightmares, and I'd always have a this nightmare the same way. I'd be having a normal dream and something would snap me out of it, the first I can remember was that I was in this peaceful country side cottage and the broom in the dream shape shifted into a man and started chasing me. The dreams would always be different but the man would always be the same, very large, he would always come out of nowhere and the dreams started to feel super real. One time I swear I felt him physically when I pushed him away while he was attacking me. I went to a neurologist and even did a sleep study and they couldn't find anything wrong with me.
Then after years of this happening I saw the man in real life while I wasn't dreaming! He was at some convention my girlfriend dragged me to, I was watching him super closely and at one point I froze because he looked up and made eye contact with me! Then he winked at me like he knew who I was and he wouldn't stop laughing like it was some crazy joke
Then after years of this happening I saw the man in real life while I wasn't dreaming! He was at some convention my girlfriend dragged me to, I was watching him super closely and at one point I froze because he looked up and made eye contact with me! Then he winked at me like he knew who I was and he wouldn't stop laughing like it was some crazy joke
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I went urban exploring with friends when I was about fourteen. We entered a maintenance tunnel under an old hospital that was about to be closed off for demolition. Some people were still living there in quarters that were converted to flats.
The maintenance tunnel was in the lower section of the hospital grounds and that area had been gutted by arson. All sorts of stuff like laundry, the crematorium, etc were in this area.
The tunnel was pitch black and very narrow. Without our torches and the light at the entrance, we couldn't see anything. I had to crouch and was maybe 5 feet 2 at the time. Pretty claustrophobic and it was hard to breathe at times.
We'd been walking for maybe 10 minutes and we were pretty deep, probably near the end. The tunnel had gotten narrower. There was old electrical plugs, sockets and control boards in a lot of places along the walls.
The entire time we'd been joking around, trying to spook each other, but the guy in front of me stopped quite suddenly. He told us to shut up so he could listen.
I will never forget this.
A socket to my left sparked once and then again with more power. That alone freaked all of us out. Then his huge WHOOSH of air blasted us and we ALL felt absolute, sheer terror go right through us, because we bolted out of there as fast as we could. It was a clear feeling of "get the fuck out" and I honestly felt hounded as I ran. None of us said anything when we got out but we all looked at each other and knew we hadn't imagined it.
There was no other entrance to that tunnel. None of us had any idea where the fuck that gust of air came from. It should not have hit us from anywhere except behind. It was powerful enough to have our hair blowing around in it.
The sparking socket I could excuse for bad wiring because there was still people living in the complex we were directly underneath. It's just the wind and that gut feeling of fear, man.
I still feel a bit queasy and gross when I remember this. Not something I'll ever forget.
The maintenance tunnel was in the lower section of the hospital grounds and that area had been gutted by arson. All sorts of stuff like laundry, the crematorium, etc were in this area.
The tunnel was pitch black and very narrow. Without our torches and the light at the entrance, we couldn't see anything. I had to crouch and was maybe 5 feet 2 at the time. Pretty claustrophobic and it was hard to breathe at times.
We'd been walking for maybe 10 minutes and we were pretty deep, probably near the end. The tunnel had gotten narrower. There was old electrical plugs, sockets and control boards in a lot of places along the walls.
The entire time we'd been joking around, trying to spook each other, but the guy in front of me stopped quite suddenly. He told us to shut up so he could listen.
I will never forget this.
A socket to my left sparked once and then again with more power. That alone freaked all of us out. Then his huge WHOOSH of air blasted us and we ALL felt absolute, sheer terror go right through us, because we bolted out of there as fast as we could. It was a clear feeling of "get the fuck out" and I honestly felt hounded as I ran. None of us said anything when we got out but we all looked at each other and knew we hadn't imagined it.
There was no other entrance to that tunnel. None of us had any idea where the fuck that gust of air came from. It should not have hit us from anywhere except behind. It was powerful enough to have our hair blowing around in it.
The sparking socket I could excuse for bad wiring because there was still people living in the complex we were directly underneath. It's just the wind and that gut feeling of fear, man.
I still feel a bit queasy and gross when I remember this. Not something I'll ever forget.