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Have you ever encountered a ghost, or something else involving the supernatural? If so, let us know about it! :)

when I was about ten we lived in this old house and I always used to see this woman and a man with a little girl at our house. I mainly saw the little girl and her mum and only occasionly would I see the man.
But I dont know if it is my overactive imagination as a ten year old, or if they were ghosts.

We had a ghost in our house growing up. She was a nice old lady. She never made us feel weird. I never talked about her to anyone until I was an adult and I asked my mother and sister had they seen her and they said they had too.

I never liked going in the basement at night. I just got a weird feeling down there.

I definitely believe in ghosts and the supernatural. I don't think it's just about the physical body and only the brain. There is a spiritual component as well.

When I was a kid, I did this thing with a group of kids where we went to help build some cabins. We were camping and this other girl told me that she had a ghost in her family. I don't remember all the specifics, but I guess they would come home and all the furniture would be turned upside down. It progessed to where it would happen right in front of the members of their family. I didn't believe her, so I went to ask her mother about it. Her mother confirmed the story, and even mentioned the same things her daughter did when I didn't tell her any specifics about what her daughter told us... I guess they moved around trying to get rid of the ghost, but it followed them to their new house...

My husband also had a semi-ghost experience when he was little. He was walking home, next to a cemetary there was a house. He looked up and their was a white blur floating on the roof of the house. It was there one second and gone the next. Although, could have been a childs imagination...

My other home in Texas is haunted. But the spirit of an old woman only seems to interact with me. I felt her touch me and turned around. No one was there. I asked my sis if she was just in my room and touched me she said no and look kinda freaked. Another time I was in the bathroom and saw a reflection briefly. That's how I know its an old woman.

There have been less intense occasions Like when I was at my kin-folks house in East Texas and they said I channeled their dead father, speaking in his voice, giving them some sort of message. The next day a flower bloomed that they say blooms every year on the day he died.

There are shows I believe are more "real" than others like ghost hunters or physic kids I like to watch to get in touch with that supernatural aspect of life (or death).

I love Psychic Kids and Paranormal State. They can be really creepy at times. There is a demon stalking the man guy. Talk about scary.

My aunt had a dream where my ailing for a long time great grandmother told her to let her go, and the next morning we got a call that my great-grandmother had died.

I have had some.

Experience #1

When I was really little, like around 5 years old, my family was visiting an elderly friends house. My great aunt was her caretaker (In my family, people tend to have kids at an early age so my great aunt was around 40). I remember everyone sitting out on the back porch, which was screened in. I looked up and saw a lady in white walking through the yard. Well, my grandmother LOVES ghost stories. Years later she was telling me how a friend of the family had a ghost at her house. The ghost was a lady in white who liked to walk around the house and yard at night. Of course, it ended up being the same house I had visited years ago with my parents.

Experience #2

When I was 11 years old, I lived with my grandmother in this really old, tiny house out in the country. The basement was really weird, so it is hard to describe. There was a secluded room that led to an open basement below it. There was an open square section in the middle of the room with a short section of stairs leading down to the basement. The basement itself was cluttered from where previous tenants had discarded furniture, toys, etc. The stairs weren't even safe; they had fallen apart in places. That room always gave me a really bad feeling so I only went in there one time.

Well, as I said, the house was really old. The closets didn't have shelves but cupboards that were open in the back. Somehow, they were all connected to the basement through an open section in the walls. My dad tried explaining it to me before, but that's the best I can remember about how they were connected, lol. Sometimes I would hear footsteps and whispers echoing from my closet, and I knew it was coming from the basement.

This is where it gets creepier.

Experience #3

I was around 13 years old this time, and living with my father and grandmother at a different house in town. One day in the summer I had my friend over and we were watching MTV in the living room. No one else was at home. The television was in a corner next to the doorway leading into the dining room. I was sitting across from the tv and my friend was sitting across the room with the doorway between her and the tv. My dad had draped a sheet over the doorway to save on air conditioning somehow.

Anyway, I went to look over at her and saw a shadow on the sheet. It was a perfect shadow of a tall man wearing a wide brim hat. At first I thought there was someone in the house, so I looked where the sheet ended. There were no feet. So with relief I turned around to look at the window behind me, thinking that it was just the mailman or someone on our porch and that somehow they were leaving a shadow on the sheet (ok, this was probably just my wishful thinking at this point). Of course, the blinds were down, and there was no one on the porch. That's when I looked back at the sheet to see the shadow still standing there. My friend had noticed me looking around and was looking over at me. When she saw my face and the direction I was looking, she looked at the sheet and saw it too. Then she jumped up, which snapped me out of it. We both ran out of the house and didn't go back in until my grandmother came home.

Experience #4

I was 14 years old and we had just moved into a big, four bedroom house on a hill. It was 2 stories, not including the half-finished basement. I knew that the previous owner had died in the living room. And that the guest bedroom across mine gave me the creeps. But it turned out the kitchen was what was dangerous, lol. I had a friend over and we were standing in the kitchen talking and listening to the radio. She was standing over by the doorway, and I was leaning up against the counter by the radio. We were talking when suddenly a fork *flew* off the counter aimed right at her, and almost hit her. Remember, she was across the room and no where near the kitchen counter. The fork had been laying up against the wall too, so it wasn't like it had just fallen off. I wasn't anywhere close enough to have accidentally knocked it off either.


In general, I have dreamed about things before they happened, or just knew something was going to happen before it did. I've also avoided static on the t.v. for as long as I can remember, because I have heard voices in it before. And not the vague, "sounds like words" kind, I mean sentences that I could make out words to. And I always check to see if it isn't just coming through from another channel, because I would LOVE for that to be true. lol

And that's about it as far as personal experiences go.

This is the only experience I've had and I hardly remember most of it due to my memories from my childhood being blocked out but I have what my parents tell me happened to fill in the blanks. Also there is a video tape of the house somewhere in my parents possession that they refuse to let me see...
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We went on a family vacation to my aunt's new house in Ohio when I was around 4 or 5. It was a fairly large house with an upstairs and a downstairs,but it was also fairly old. I remember the house being decorated from the time period in which the house was first built, so there were many portraits of the first family on the walls. The first thing I remember is walking in the house into the foyer area where there was a chest of drawers and a painted portrait of a very pretty lady, the next thing I remember is being scared by the chest of drawers hitting the wall so I was carried around the house the first day. And the next few days I never went anywhere without my parents. The next memory I have was my playing on the stairs, where I would take these glass candy canes and slid them down the banister so I could hear the cool clinking sound they made. I soon stopped doing it because at night I would hear the clinking noise constantly and I would get in trouble for waking my parents up.
These next parts are the ones my parents shared with me reluctantly after much prodding. The reasons I don't remember these parts are either because I blocked them out (which I'm famous for doing) or because I was "sleep walking". My parents couldn't tell because I had a habit of sleeping with my eyes half closed.Anyway after the main two things happened there started to be more and more odd things occurring like phones being knocked off tables when we were out of the rooms. But the parts that make me cringe are the ones that involve me playing jacks. My parents would wake up in the middle of the night and find me sitting on the floor playing jacks by myself, talking and laughing with nothing. I've always been afraid of the dark so to find me far from my safe haven which was in between my parents at night was odd. The shrugged it off, until they actually watched me all night. They said I would "wake up" and start talking like I was answering someone, then i would carefully get down and get out a toy. Sometimes I sat on the floor and other times I would venture all the way downstairs to the parlor. Where I would sit for hours in the dark.

It was only after we were getting ready to leave that my aunt decided to tell us that the place was supposedly haunted by a little girl named Mary. She didn't want to say anything because she didn't want to scare us from coming and because she didn't want to believe in it. It's odd only remembering bits and pieces, so it's hard to tell the story.

These are some pretty interesting experiences! :)

Bon Fire I believe you might be what's called a sensitive, a person who is more aware of ghosts than the average person.

There are people who are sensitives who cannot go into older homes because they always pick up on spirits.

Michelle wrote: "This is the only experience I've had and I hardly remember most of it due to my memories from my childhood being blocked out but I have what my parents tell me happened to fill in the blanks. Also ..."


Wow. I got a shiver down my spine, Michelle. Bless your heart.

I wrote a litte bit about my experiences in the topic, Do you believe in Ghosts, before I saw this topic listed. Oops! But another experience I had at my grandmother's house was hearing voices when no one was there. My grandmother heard them, too. She said it sounded like the TV was left on, but when she went to check, it was turned off. Also, I never felt that I was alone in there.

Also, at my mother-in-law's house, I swore I saw an outline of a man (my husband's father died in the house). It creeped me out, even after telling myself I was just imagining it. I didn't like going into the upstairs hallway after that. My husband also thinks his father was behind all of the objects being moved in the place. You really don't know how many arguments my husband and I got into when I blamed him for moving something of mine! He thinks it was his dad trying to tease me.

Gatadelafuente (Danielle) wrote: "Bon Fire I believe you might be what's called a sensitive, a person who is more aware of ghosts than the average person.

There are people who are sensitives who cannot go into older homes becaus..."

You know, I have heard that before. I am not too sure how to feel about it, lol. There are a few other things that may or may not have been supernatural, but since I try to rule out other natural reasons first I can't just assume they were supernatural.

Like light bulbs. Can they loosen and tighten on their own? Because the house I lived in before with a roommate was formerly her grandparents house. And the light bulbs on the ceiling fan in my room would randomly go out, and I would find out they were loose and have to tighten them. But sometimes they came back on, on their own. My roommate was convinced there was a ghost, because of that and because we would lose objects and find them again in weird places weeks later, and it would be places that we had already checked several times. Then again, we did have cats, lol. I did have a heavy feeling sometimes, but I don't remember ever really feeling creeped out.

I actually love old houses, but you're right. Sometimes I don't like being inside them because I just have a weird feeling the whole time. It's not always a bad feeling though. This is going to sound silly, but I always thought I was just feeling the history of the place, lol.

Michelle wrote: "This is the only experience I've had and I hardly remember most of it due to my memories from my childhood being blocked out but I have what my parents tell me happened to fill in the blanks. Also ..."

Okay that last part gave me the shivers! I don't sleepwalk, but I have a bad habit of talking in my sleep, and I have been told that I have whole conversations sometimes. Unfortunately I do not usually remember my dreams, so I can't say who I am talking to, lol. I did have night terrors when I was a kid though. It freaked my parents out, because there's basically nothing they could do but wait for me to calm down. No one knows what causes them.

It creeped me out for another reason because it made me remember another incident when I was little. At an apartment we stayed in when I was 4 or 5 years old, I had a wardrobe in my room because for some reason it didn't have a closet. At that point in time, I was TERRIFIED of the movie, "Troll". So I was convinced that a troll lived in it because sometimes I would hear noises from it and one night I saw a little shadow running down the hallway. Then again, it could have just been the over-active imagination of a kid.

Which reminds me of another story that indirectly happened to my mother. But I might hold off on that one. At least until it is daytime or something. It really freaks me out. lol

That's the only time I've every done anything like that. I sleep with my door closed and when it opens it makes a loud noise which always wakes someone up (weither it be dog or mother). Nor do I talk in my sleep. I didn't when I was child either. My parents would know because I didn't stop sleeping in their bed for a long time due to a severe ear infection I had for multiple years.

I've never known how to react to what happened. Some days I think it was amazing, others it scares me. And the whole fact that I'm missing big parts of my childhood memories doesn't help, lol. But every now and then something will pop up and I'll remember a new chunk that fits together with what I was told. And maybe one day I'll get my hands on the video tape or go back to visit that house.

I've never had any other experiences that I know of besides that one due to me being very careful where I go.

You should try to get a hold of that video! And then let us know how it goes. :)

I don't think you should be worried about it. In general, I don't think ghosts are anything to be afraid of. Of course, there are always exceptions.

I thought of a few other unexplained instances...

When I was in junior high my Dad told me that sometimes he would get up in the middle of the night, and hear things. He said he once heard "where's my mommy", but he might have been half asleep or something. Usually mom, or mommy was in the sentence... It always happened in the kitchen. We were the first people to ever live in our home though... My Dad used to tease me that maybe our cat had learned to talk...

Also, when I was in elementary school my neighbors spent the night. Me and the older girl were in the dining room, and the youngest started freaking out in the bedroom. She thought that we were being cruel, because she saw a hand close the door on her, and she couldn't get out of the room. We were in the kitchen at the time. We tried explaining to her that we didn't do it. When we pushed her to tell us everything she said she couldn't see the hand very well, because of the hall outside the bedroom was dark. She describes it as a dark shadow....

One other thing...when I was in elementary school a different friend spent the night and said she saw dark shadowy eyes on the wall. I never saw it, and assumed that she was trying to scare me, but it still gave me the creeps.

You know what? I think we have a lot of vivid imaginations in this group. Is it an over-supply of actor/actress wanna-bees or just too many vampire books at too late an hour? Or perhaps best just swallow an aspirin with a glass of wine and hit the sack? Tomorrow is another day - it'll all be better in the morning!

Louise wrote: "You know what? I think we have a lot of vivid imaginations in this group. Is it an over-supply of actor/actress wanna-bees or just too many vampire books at too late an hour? Or perhaps best just s..."

IDK, I think it is much more fun to think that these experiences aren't just the product of an overactive imagination. I like the idea of there being more to this world than first meets the eye! Who knows though... :)

This might sound really odd, but I had a black cat when I was younger but he died of heart problems when he was five. But when he was in the full of his health, I used to leave my bedroom window open (Bungalow) and he'd come into my room and sleep on the bed for a while before licking my face to wake me so I could get up and take him back outside becasue obviously cats just can't exit the same way as they came in, can you imagine the shame? Anyways, about a month after he died. I woke up to the feeling of a weight on top of me and the sensation of having my face licked. I put it down to my overactive imagination and the fact that I wanted him to be there, but sometimes I'm not so sure.

Karyn wrote: "This might sound really odd, but I had a black cat when I was younger but he died of heart problems when he was five. But when he was in the full of his health, I used to leave my bedroom window op..."

I think it'd be nice to think that maybe he missed you, and just wanted to say goodbye...

Yeah. I used to work in a vet clinic, and we often heard or saw animals that weren't there. I think it's definitely possible that's what happened with you. Your cat was just telling you goodbye and not to be sad. T_T

I hope so. He was in so much pain before he died. He had a heart condition similar to ones seen in jack russels. He wasn't himself before he died so I hope it was his way of saying that he was ok.

Danielle wrote: "I love Psychic Kids and Paranormal State. They can be really creepy at times. There is a demon stalking the man guy. Talk about scary.

My aunt had a dream where my ailing for a long time great ..."
Your aunts dream sounds VERY SIMILAR to mine.

I had a dream when I was 12. It was of a meadow with flowers everywhere. I walked and in the center of the meadow there was a tombstone that read, "Loving Wife, Mother, and Grandmother RIP".
Within 10 minutes after waking up my mother told me my grandmother had passed away in her sleep. Somehow I knew and was at peace with it.

Wow, Elvia. That sounds very similar.

BonFire that is interesting that you would see phantom pets in the vet clinic. I always wondered if vet clinics (where many animals end their lives) could be haunted.

I live in an average English early 1930s house, and one night I went upstairs to bed and I opened the bathroom door. For a second through the mirror I saw the back of a woman. She was wearing a green knitted cardigan, like she had made it herself or got it on ration cards in the war as she had the utility hairstyle of the war. Then she disappeared.
Also in the house, when I am on the computer it feels like somebody has walked into the room, and when I turn around there is nobody and the door is closed.
In my bedroom I always keep pens on my bedside table because I sometimes write after I read before I go to sleep. Anyway, pens sometimes fly across the room and hit me in the leg when I am nowhere near them. And I always see figures out of the corner of my eye, especially upstairs, and then I get the feeling I want to run as fast as I can downstairs.
Do you think this woman has good or bad intentions?

keep connected with her. she may be a special visitor in the house before you lived there.

Thanks Sonya. Inthink thenwoman only shows up when I am alone in the house. She may want to keep us company, she may have lived in the house alone and still pine for company even after death.

Oops, I posted some childhood experiences in another thread.
One time that sticks out in my mind.We were stayint at my parents for the weekend. My kids were still real little, the middle child was still a baby, old enough to hold his own bottle but under a year old. I had but him to bed and was in the bathroom (next to the room he was in) brushing my teeth, I heard his bottle hit the hardwood floor, he started fussing, I went in to give his bottle back but he already had it. He couldn't have got it himself from the crib and no one else was home. His sister was still sound asleep and hadn't moved. It was just weird.

I had a statue look at me.

Now, let me back up and add that this happened in broad daylight and I don't drink or do drugs.

I went to college and from the first time I visited the campus on tour that statue caught my attention. Now, my buddies thought it was over a node in a ley line, and that was part of why it was so noticeable. True, false, I don't know. I know that it attracted my attention and kept it.

One day, after we had been talking magicky things, I walked by it to get to the library. I was watching it, thinking about how none of the rest of the group really had any insight into why it was so attractive to me, and then it turned it's face and looked at me.

And, if that wasn't freaky enough, I lost at least an hour's time when it happened. (It was day time when it looked at me, and night when it looked away. It felt like a few seconds to me.)

It never happened again. And I never did figure out what was going on with that statue. They ripped it down when I was a junior, and left the space empty. The empty space didn't call to me, so I don't think it was the node.

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I had an incident one night while staying at the Oregon Caves Chateau.

Our room was beautiful. Hardwood floors and handmade furniture and bedding. Very cozy. I didn’t feel the presence when I climbed under the blankets, snuggling up to my husband for warmth. I never face the door when in bed. I start on my left side, eventually rolling to my stomach to sleep. This night was no different. Thank God for that. I’d been in bed for some time, listening to my husband’s soft snores.

The door creaked open. I swear I’d latched it firmly. But there was no doubt what caused the creaking and squeaks over my shoulder. There were no footsteps, but the presence was suddenly there, looming over the bed, menacing and frightening. Dead silent, not breathing. I closed my eyes, screaming in my head for it to go away. I wanted to turn and confront it; I wanted it to vanish back to where it came from! But it stayed. I knew if I looked at it, it would be terrible and real, and I could never go back to life as I knew it.

I didn’t look. I didn’t wake my husband. I waited it out, and finally the presence was gone as quickly as it had come. I felt safe and wholesome and so very thankful it went away before I had to admit it was real.

Alex's Musings

Last summer, I was walking a cemetery to take photos for documentation purposes with my 11 year old son. He was in a different area, nowhere near me, a voice called my name, pretty clearly, I turned, & was standing right near a lady's grave named Elizabeth, so I took a few shots. At noon on a summer day, I think she realized what I was doing & didn't want me to forget about her. A couple of weeks ago, my 18 year old daughter & I were home alone, around 11PM, so not late. She was on the phone in her room, I was reading in mine, on opposite sides of the house. My husband was at work, my sons spending the night with a friend. All of a sudden, the front door opened & slammed, footsteps went across the house, & Ian's bedroom door opened & slammed. I was like why did he come home? At the same time my daughter jumped from the slam & got up to find out why Ian came home. The room was dark, there was no one in the room, the bathroom, etc. She & I searched the whole house, the garage, etc. Nothing. Surprisingly, the dog didn't make a peep, & he usually barks like an alarm if anyone comes through the door. I came out of my room to see him cowering under the coffee table. I have no idea what HE saw, but it wasn't any of us!

Years ago when I was still a teenager living in my Dad's house, my stepmother & I both saw the shadow man walk down the hallway from the living room towards their bedroom & disappear, at my grandparents' old farmhouse, which was pre-Civil War, routinely things would disappear & be found in different places, the desk drawers would be opened & the cupboard doors would be opened in the morning when you came downstairs, you'd hear footsteps go across the attic floor at all times of the day/afternoon/evening, when no one was up there.

My husband 9 years ago called me between 3-4 AM when I was stationed in Bethesda & he & the kids were left here in Florida, wanting to know what ELSE was in the house with him & the kids, LOL. He'd been sleeping on the couch, and sometime in that time frame, the door to the boys' bedroom opened & closed, & a small dark shape went by him, ruffled his hair as it went by, went down the hall to the bathroom, opened & closed the door. he thought it was one of the boys getting up to go in the middle of the night, but the light never went on, there was no flush, no running water. He thought Paul might have been sleepwalking, so he went in to wake him up, but when he went in & turned on the light, the bathroom was empty, so he went into the boys' room & all 3 were sound asleep, BUT, the Hot Wheels track that had been put away in the closet before bed was in the middle of the bedroom floor with cars still ON it, LOL. I told him he'd just met our resident ghost Scotty, & just to tell him to go back to bed. Heck, the boys used to hear Scotty playing with toys IN the closet after they'd gone to bed!

It was around 8 years ago. My grandfather's brother passed away during my dad's birthday. We went to his wake and I had a chance to peek on his coffin.

after 3 days of burial, I went to my room to get something, when I turned around I saw a Headless man hands on his side, wearing a brown suit and brown socks. I was really scared that I ran down from the stairs. It was really scary at first.

I then realized that during the wake.. he was wearing the exact suit and socks. Same position of his hands. He used to call me a nickname that pertains to his daughter which according to him I looked like when she was still a baby.

Beatrice wrote: "It was around 8 years ago. My grandfather's brother passed away during my dad's birthday. We went to his wake and I had a chance to peek on his coffin.

after 3 days of burial, I went to my room to..."

That would have seriously creeped me out to the point of return. A spirt with a head is bad enough, but one that doesn't have one... OMG NO THANK YOU! You are very brave I would have utterly freaked.

My uncle died three years ago and my three year old daughter has interactions with him on occasion and also has seen him as well. I have heard that kids can see such things because they still have such a pure innosence. I don't know if that's true but either way I think it's sweet.

Here is a great encounter with the supernatural by black guitarist James Son Thomas

If anyone is interested, you can look at a blog I wrote about two months ago about my house possible being haunted. I said at the time that I was chalking it up to my author's imagination. Things have gotten a little stranger lately. My wife and I have both seen a shadow figure about the size of a child wandering through the house. I've been touched on the back twice while settling in to sleep (not nerve twitches, either, a real, honest to God finger moving across my back while no one else was in the room) and the strange sounds from the bathroom continue. I heard a definite growl one morning. Our cat has begun acting the way she does when there are strangers in the house...I could go on.

So far, nothing seems menacing. But...something is here.

I have been deep in the AZ desert and all through ghost towns late at night. I have never seen or heard anything but the coons, and coyotes. Peoples minds are influenced by the power of sugestion. They see what they expect to see, or want to see. When we die we die it's over. I do believe in evil however. The greatest trick the devil ever performed was convincing people he did not exist. Just as I believe in good, I believe in evil. Good & evil are created in the hearts of men. What is a serial killer but a demon. There is nothing supernatural about a demons or angels. They are flesh & blood. It's an eternal struggle. Always in balance.
People who say they have haunted houses just have rats and bats with plenty of imagination. : )

In Singapore, the Chinese celebrate hunger ghost festival around august. They give offerings to their ancestors during that period. There are many true ghostly happenings occurring during that period.

I have had several encounters with the unexplained. The first was when I was about 14. It was a cold winter's night and I was shoveling the walk to the family garage. I felt eyes were on me. I looked around and saw nothing but felt a gaze. The night was so still that I could hear the snow hitting the bushes and window panes. Then, I heard a whisper of the word son. I looked but there was nobody in the yards on either side of me. I continued to shovel and again felt a stare on me. After some more glances and visual scanning of the area about me, I looked up to at the porch windows our two-story building. There was no one at either the first or second floor windows. I continued my scanning upward until I saw the window to the attic. There in the window was an older woman dressed in a 1940s style purple flowered house dress. She wore glasses and looked to be in her 60s. She looked right at me and raised her finger to the right temple and pointed. I felt colder than the chill I would feel from the cold wintery wind. The chill resonated from within me outwards. Our eyes met for 15-20 seconds and then she backed away from the window, allowing the curtains to flow back against the pane. I was spooked because only my family and two female renters lived in the building. I stopped shoveling and ran inside. I startled my mother as I came in through the back door and ran up the back porch stairs to the attic back porch area. When I got there, the light was on and a chair which had been a good ten feet away from the window was moved close to the window. The chair seat seemed wiped and the window had a moisture spot on it. I felt a cold breeze on me and then all was silent. I was startled and went down to tell my mother of my experience. She looked at me and told me I had been seeing things. I told I was sure of what i had seen. The rest of the night was uneventful. The next morning, I was relaying the story to my next door neighbor, a boy of the same age as me. His grandfather overheard me and made the sign of the cross over me. He told me that the man who had lived there before had a wife who often looked out the back window. It seemed that one winter night, her son had been shoveling when he slipped, fell and hurt himself. I was spooked, I was curious and left to return to my yard. I started to looked around again and almost fell near where I was standing. A large pool of ice had formed from a hole in the garage gutter. my mind raced to several thoughts. Had the woman appeared to warn me because she saw the ice? Did she save me from a possible fall? Was she the deceased wife of the previous home owner? I stored these thoughts and possible answers in my head and went inside to my home. This experience has stayed with me for almost 37 years. It would be the first of several ghostly encounters I would have in my life.

The supernatural is the way we explain things we can't understand. There is a plausable reason for everything. I hate to take the magic out of life. The truth is most hauntings are caused by infestations of animals. People hear them in the house, and think it's a ghost. If your a city person your much more vulnerable to this kind of stuff. Drifting fog or really wierd stuff like ball lightning can spook you. It's such an unusual phenomenon. We have racoons in the city because we live by an inner city lake. A family of them lived in a big hollow oak tree we had. At night they would come out on the roof which was level with the windows, and look in. Now if you had some immagination it woud scare the hell out of you. But for us it was just the friendly coons peeking in the window to see what was going on. When you first hear that noise at the window, and then see these eyes staring back at you it gets you for a moment. Then you laugh at yourself, and think oh it's just those cute little racoons again. Coons can be rather ghostly. In the city they come out only well after dark. They use the sewers,trees, and roof tops to move around instead of the ground. One morning about 5:00 p.m. I saw a mother and three kits run across the street, and duck down a storm drain. Just diapeaing like Ghosts. : )

Cary, the supernatural and preternatural have always exited and will continue to do so whether you believe it or not. There are more who believe everyday which is good because knowledge will lead to a better understanding of what it is. Ignorance does not lead to a belief in the concepts of the supernatural and preternatural. It is quite the opposite. I am not scared by the know or natural. Those do not call my awareness and curiosity. It is the unexplained that does

Well preturnatural I can go for. I'm a guy who is not even sure there's a God. So I have to see it. I have never seen anything supernatural. I so wish I had a cool supernatural story to tell. I love grave yards in the desert at night. I love tales of magic & the supernatural. I used to have a human skull that was my fathers from medical school. The top cap was cut off, and I would fill it with dried flowers,herbs,crystals,owl feathers,and such. It was my power object. Whenever I set out on a dangerous venture. I write a note to the Gods of the earth,sky,and waterasking their protection. Then I burn the letter so my words will rise up into the heavens. This is a form of payer used in Mexico. It's origins are Aztec. But Mexican Catholisizm has many supernatural elements in it.

I am quite familiar with Aztec mysticism and the religion being of Aztec ancestry and a student of Meso-American culture. Their beliefs and gods were monothesistic, self-debasing, militaristic, and paganistic. It has been proven that many of their gods were demons and others were nephilim. Both qualify as preternatural. Even 'new age' 'gods' are classified as preternatural. Modern Catholicism is a mixture of ancient myth, popular cultural practices and the original faith preached by Christ Jesus.

PS: God's existence does not depend on anyone's belief in Him. The creator has always existed.

You know I like the view of the Gods as depicted in Clash of the Titans. The mortals feed us with their prayers. When they cease to pray we grow weak & cease to exist. That sums it up pretty well.

Those gods were the result of the union between fallen angels and the sons of man. Tey were fallible and needed to be ousted from man's worship. Man with no faith is a man with no path. Situational ethics are the guiding principles in that example. That type of code is always changing and unpredictable.

Well the Clash of the Titans is just a movie, and very inaccurate because it shows people loosing faith in the Gods before the coming of Christ or Muhamad. It's just that one thought that we feed the Gods with our prayers. Basically we make them up. We are the Gods. Religeon gives us a moral guideline. Who knows the real truth or if we could comprehend it anymore than a fish in the sea.

A view ignored by many westerners is that “God�� is in fact the universe. Egyptian Path Pagans call this Atum though the ultimate has many names assigned by many cultures, but the concept is consistent the God that is the universe the universe that is the God. As such what a polytheist calls the Gods are in fact the metabolic controllers of the greater whole. Think of yourself. Billions of cells make you up. Each one is an individual cell and individual living being but collectively they are you. Cary this up taking the philosophical maxim as above so below the macrocosm is the microcosm as the microcosm is the macrocosm. The universal divine is no more aware of us than we are of a single cell in our being however in structure the orders of divinity that are analogous to endocrine glands, nerves and other metabolic controls have some peripheral awareness. The universe itself is composed of semi-permanent and transitory forms and energies is very like a biological entity and any given set of semi permanent and transitory structures that interacts within itself can pattern information and become self adaptive.

Our perception of the divine is exactly that. I no more think that the force in charge of balancing energy output in this sector of the divine structure is a falcon headed man than I believe in creationism. (Both should not be taken literally) All peoples and cultures project their own image of the forces onto them but when you look deeper you see trends and similarities. In the end we are all God because we are all part of the body of the being we so label and in the end we are all ourselves because we function with a semi-independence that has a miniscule affect on the whole that becomes less the further from our sphere of influence we travel but none the less is there.