Paranormal Occurrences- Ever had Any?
Posted: Wed Jul 02, 2008 6:32 pm
Alright, here we go, time to drop a little bit of weirdness on you folks. Now I...am a bit of a paranormal enthusiast and a ghost hunter hobbyist. The idea of life after death, heck, any unexplainable phenomena really gets my attention. This includes psychic phenomena, cryptozoology(which was spurred by my love of werewolves to begin with), ghosts, shadow people, alternate dimensions, extra-terrestrials, Mu, Atlantis, etc. So...I'm firing up this thread for anyone who has had experiences, is interested in experiences, skeptics and believers alike. Share your experiences or theories if you'd like, and please don't get mad at someone else if they are skeptical of something you believe in.
I'll start off by saying that I'm not a complete nutball believer, but that I have, in fact, experienced a couple things in the past that have gone without explanation. One such experience happened in a cemetery, of all places.
Basically, what happened is this. A few friends of mine and I decided to go out and do a little bit of ghost hunting, just on a whim. We'd been watching Ghost Hunters, and while we don't have access to all of the snazzy gadgets that TAPS has, we've home brewed a few things for our own personal use. So we grab out gear, and we're driving around, and we decide that our stop should be a cemetery that was set back in the woods near my father's house. It was a run down place, never got any visitors, and the last corpse ever buried in the place was buried in circa 1915. Now, by night...this particular graveyard is always...always veiled in a shroud of fog. I've yet to figure out the cause of this, and have often wondered if it has something to with the elevation of the property, but that doesn't really seem to jive since it appears that the cemetery grounds are actually up an incline. What do I know, I'm no geologist. Anyway, being as this place is deep enough back in the woods that the only road near it is a seldom used gravel road(which, ironically, saw constant use under MY wheels, because I just loved driving past the place...), we decided we'd go by day, to ensure that if any accidents happened, we could still see well enough to get somewhere for help.
So we pull up. The first thing we all noticed when stepping onto the ground was an overwhelming sense of dread to the place. It was almost like when you go somewhere and the people there aren't happy to see you in the least, and you have all of those eyeballs staring you down? Yeah...you all know that feeling. It was like a weight being settled onto your shoulders suddenly. The second thing I noticed, being the man behind the camera, was the sheer amount of tombstones that had been knocked around. And I'm not talking settling into the ground or being kicked over by bratty kids. There were stones that you could tell were literally four to five feet away from the grave they most likely went to, from where they'd been broken off.
As we stayed there longer, wandering around, getting footage, and talking out loud for EVPs, we really didn't see a whole lot, but the longer we stayed, we all began to complain about feeling nauseous, and beginning to develop headaches. That and insects were beginning dive bomb into us at full speed, like something out of the Exorcist. As such, we decided it was time to go. So I swing around to catch my friend in the camera, asking him a cheeky question about a waste of time. He starts to answer, steps down on a grave, and as he lifts his foot to continue his stride..."WHAM!" He's dropped down to his knees.
I ask him if he's alright, and he kind of blinks and shakes his head, saying he thought he twisted his ankle. I asked him what he tripped over, and he hadn't noticed anything, it had just felt like his foot had met some kind of sudden resistance, like as if someone were to grab your ankle while taking a step. I laugh, and point at the grave, figuring "yeah, good joke." So, we hop in the car and I'm watching the tape on the viewfinder, and you know what? I'll be darned if it didn't look exactly like what he described it feeling like when he tripped. It was almost as if the momentum of his step literally stopped and was violently forced to change directions. Creepy, knowing the circumstances? yeah. Just wish we;d have gotten something better on tape.
I'll start off by saying that I'm not a complete nutball believer, but that I have, in fact, experienced a couple things in the past that have gone without explanation. One such experience happened in a cemetery, of all places.
Basically, what happened is this. A few friends of mine and I decided to go out and do a little bit of ghost hunting, just on a whim. We'd been watching Ghost Hunters, and while we don't have access to all of the snazzy gadgets that TAPS has, we've home brewed a few things for our own personal use. So we grab out gear, and we're driving around, and we decide that our stop should be a cemetery that was set back in the woods near my father's house. It was a run down place, never got any visitors, and the last corpse ever buried in the place was buried in circa 1915. Now, by night...this particular graveyard is always...always veiled in a shroud of fog. I've yet to figure out the cause of this, and have often wondered if it has something to with the elevation of the property, but that doesn't really seem to jive since it appears that the cemetery grounds are actually up an incline. What do I know, I'm no geologist. Anyway, being as this place is deep enough back in the woods that the only road near it is a seldom used gravel road(which, ironically, saw constant use under MY wheels, because I just loved driving past the place...), we decided we'd go by day, to ensure that if any accidents happened, we could still see well enough to get somewhere for help.
So we pull up. The first thing we all noticed when stepping onto the ground was an overwhelming sense of dread to the place. It was almost like when you go somewhere and the people there aren't happy to see you in the least, and you have all of those eyeballs staring you down? Yeah...you all know that feeling. It was like a weight being settled onto your shoulders suddenly. The second thing I noticed, being the man behind the camera, was the sheer amount of tombstones that had been knocked around. And I'm not talking settling into the ground or being kicked over by bratty kids. There were stones that you could tell were literally four to five feet away from the grave they most likely went to, from where they'd been broken off.
As we stayed there longer, wandering around, getting footage, and talking out loud for EVPs, we really didn't see a whole lot, but the longer we stayed, we all began to complain about feeling nauseous, and beginning to develop headaches. That and insects were beginning dive bomb into us at full speed, like something out of the Exorcist. As such, we decided it was time to go. So I swing around to catch my friend in the camera, asking him a cheeky question about a waste of time. He starts to answer, steps down on a grave, and as he lifts his foot to continue his stride..."WHAM!" He's dropped down to his knees.
I ask him if he's alright, and he kind of blinks and shakes his head, saying he thought he twisted his ankle. I asked him what he tripped over, and he hadn't noticed anything, it had just felt like his foot had met some kind of sudden resistance, like as if someone were to grab your ankle while taking a step. I laugh, and point at the grave, figuring "yeah, good joke." So, we hop in the car and I'm watching the tape on the viewfinder, and you know what? I'll be darned if it didn't look exactly like what he described it feeling like when he tripped. It was almost as if the momentum of his step literally stopped and was violently forced to change directions. Creepy, knowing the circumstances? yeah. Just wish we;d have gotten something better on tape.