Has Anyone Had Any Paranormal Experiences in Their Life?

To some this might sound silly, and some might even say "I wish this happened to me" lol. But my house was built by my Grandparents in the early 70's (I bought the house when my Grandma passed in 97) My Aunt is a self proclaimed pshycic she said my house is very "active". But it's good energy, all of my family. She said they will never show themselves to me if they knew it would scare me (I think it would) It makes me feel safe actually.

There was once I was in the shower and I "smelt" my Grandma. It was her scent. Very comforting, not scary at all.

The 2nd time, my daughter was around 3 years old we went to bed and left all the toys EVERYWHERE in the living room. My daughter and I live alone. She is WAYY to scared to get up in the middle of the night let alone in the pitch black. When I woke up in the morning all the toys were neatly put away.

I don't know if these are paranormal but they certainly were abnormal. When I was growing up we seemed to have a "ghost" in our house. We never saw anything but things would go missing and turn up months later in spots we had searched and things would be rearranged. For instance, clothes that were in the bottom dresser drawer were moved to the top. To this day no one knows if it was just other family members messing around or a ghost or what. Also, my pap was an avid outdoors person. He would walk in his woods and he would tell us about the things he saw. He always talked about seeing a white frog. After he died I was swinging on my swing set and I looked over and there was a white frog swinging on the other swing. I ran to the house and got my parents because I knew they wouldn't believe me and they saw it too. They said it was pap visiting me.

Yep. When my oldest was 18 months old I was bathing him in the bath tub. My grandmother who I was close to had passed away a few months before. While I was bathing him I felt my Grnadmother next to me. When I looked at my son he was looking at where I felt he to be. I told my mother about this. My mother says "Grandma used to be with me when I bathed you because I was so scared"

After we moved into our new house (new to us. It was about 20 years old). I would hear a little boy running and laughing sometimes when I was home alone. It stopped after my fourth child was born (I had three kids when we moved in). I believe it was him waiting to be born.

I have had other experiences as well. Sometimes I just know things. I have learned to trust it. I used to be afraid to judge people. Now I just go with it. Frustrating thing is sometimes I don't understand the sensation until later. I had a nanny once. One Monday when I walked into the kitchen where she was I felt a blackness. On that Thursday she walked out, accused my oldest of hurting her (we had witnesses so I know she lied), she neglected my third child, she vandalized the bathroom, she extorted money! How I wish I had understood that blackness! Maybe I could have prevent all of us a lot of pain!

When my son was about 3-4 yrs old we lived in a 2-story home. One day we were both standing at the bottom of the stairs, I think I was getting him dressed or something like that. Anyway.....he looked up and kept staring at something at the top of the stairs and he kept smiling so I looked up there but obviously didn't see anything. Then he starts waving at whatever he was looking at. THEN he asks me " who's that man?". OMG it gave me goosebumps. I looked again and didn't see anyone. But it freaked me out. lol
I'm thinking there's an intruder in my home but he was seeing the spirit of someone. He wasn't afraid of it. If anything he appeared happy to see this person, he just didn't know who it was.
But neither did I . All I could think of to say was" I'm sorry honey, mommie dosen't know ". Yea I know, great going huh? I was floored by it. A bit spooked too.

my grandparents house was haunted. the back bedroom and the basement in particular. when i would sleep in the bedroom i could hear someone breathing next to me in bed. when my grandma passed (in the back bedroom of course!) we were all sitting in the living room (my aunt, mom,and I) and saw grandma walk from the kitchen, past us (all with mouths hanging open) and into the bedroom. we were waiting for the funeral home to come get her body. the back bedroom door would open and shut on its own, sometimes the door would open, a big cloud of mist would come out and just kind of hang in the living room then the door would shut and the mist disappear. my uncle who lived in the basement saw an old woman sitting on the end of his bed holding a basket. i would never go in the basement by myself.

well, a few months ago, my 6 year old daughter started talking about 'our ghost.'
at first i brushed it off.
she didn't seem scared talking about it. i asked: why don't you come get me when IT is not letting you sleep? she said she's afraid to get out of bed when IT is in the room.
i asked if IT was scary and that referring to IT as IT sounds silly so should i refer to IT as HE or SHE? she said: IT is not a HE or a SHE, it's just an IT. and IT doesn't scare me but because IT is standing there, i don't want to fall asleep. This is my 6 year old daughter.
she says that IT just stays in the room, watches over her and that she has never seen IT in real life so she doesn't know IT.
our house is less than 10 years old with one owner before us, a young family, and no one has died here.
no cemetery nearby,
so i don't know what to think. she has a huge imagination, believes that inanimate objects are actually living, and that everything comes to life at night, and the reason inanimate objects don't come to life during the day is so that people aren't scared of them. but now reading your post and others' posts i think i am going to go ahead and ask her more questions. like when does IT come to her room. is it every night etc.
really, i was avoiding all this because my sister spent years and years as a teenager being afraid of the ghost she kept seeing. it really depressed her tremendously, her teenage years were rough on her because of this apparition. it didn't help that our parents feed her with' yes, yes i believe you' instead of talking about the impossibility of it being real. so to this day she's convinced she saw a ghost. i guess that was stopping me from allowing my daughter to dwell into it.
but now i think i will go ahead and try to get her to talk more about it. she doesn't seem scared about the experience she just says the reason i don't fall asleep is because IT is in the room.
hmmm

Wow, I would love a ghost that put toys away! That would totally rock!

My house is strange. There are times that so many weird things happen, I have no doubt it's haunted. Then, most of the time, nothing happens at all. It's completely quiet. It's been generally quiet for well over a year now, but things seem to be happening a little bit again. I'm hearing footsteps above me when I no one is upstairs, things like that.

Generally, when things are more active, I hear footsteps, I usually hear noises (such as a dish getting dropped in the kitchen sink), and a hear a muffled voice coming from another area of the house. This activity, when more active, lasts for a couple of weeks or so, then all is quiet again!

As far as I know, there's only been one previous owner of the house, and no one has ever died in it. My next door neighbor says weird things sometimes happens in her house too and people have even seen a ghost of a victorian-era woman. Both our houses are only 30 years old.

It's very strange.

C.
www.littlebitquirky.blogspot.com

When I was pregnant with my daughter, strange things started happening out of nowhere. My son all of a sudden started seeing a boy in his room, playing with his toys. I asked him if he was scared, and he said no. When I asked what he looked like, he said he was a medium sized boy with brown hair. I didn't pay much attention to it, UNTIL I started hearing my son's door open in the middle of the night. He would be in his bed asleep when I went to investigate. I would also hear footsteps running from his bedroom to our spare room. I told my son that if he didn't want the boy in his room, to tell him to leave. Shortly after that, everything stopped. This went on for about 6 weeks, and we haven't heard a thing since.

I grew up in a house that was in my dad's family for 3 generations, his grandparents were the first to live there. Anyhow, when I was in college, my family was getting ready to move, and we woke up one morning to a cold house. We figured we had run out of oil for the furnace (which had happened a few times throughout the years.) So my dad went to check, and there was at least a half tank of oil. So he checked the furnace to see if the pilot light had gone out, or if it was otherwise not working, but it appeared to be fine. (My dad is a jack of all trades, carpenter, mechanic, mr. fix it, etc., so he knows about all these things.) His last thought was that there was a clog in the line between the oil tank and the furnace, which were both in a little old back room of our basement, where we rarely went for ANYTHING other than to do anything with the furnace, really. So in order to check the line, my dad said he would have to shut off the valve on the oil tank... so he proceeded to try to close the valve... and it was locked solid. He figured it was just stuck from having not been touched in many years. After several attempts to close it, without it budging, he finally realized that the valve WAS ALREADY CLOSED. And closed so tightly, he had to hold the valve with a wrench and bang it open with a hammer to get it back open. Me, my mom, and dad were the only people living in that house, and we had no visitors on that night. My dad asked me and my mother whether we had closed that valve, and of course, we had not! Neither my mother nor I would have even known where to look if my dad had told us to close that valve, let alone either of us having shut it off without being told to or without some reason to do it! The oil tank was tucked back in the corner of that room no one ever went in, and the valve was on the end of the tank, by the wall, so there is no way it could have been bumped closed, especially to the point that it had to be banged open with a hammer.

Someone had closed that valve, and to this day, we have no explanation as to who did it. Our only guess is that someone, most likely family, was making their presence known in light of the fact that we were about to move out of the family home...