Creepy Things That Have Happened to You

[sharkchomp]

I wouldn't qualify this as empathic but more a gut feeling. Several years ago I worked in a factory and for a while I worked 3rd shift. Sometimes when I went out to the smoke shack to have a cigarette this security guard would be there smoking on his break. We spoke a few times and he seemed nice enough but something about him didn't set right with me, made my hackles go up, made me feel unsettled. I wasn't afraid as the smoke shack was just too public. It wasn't like he said anything unusual, out of the ordinary or off track, but something told me DANGER

Well time went on and I noticed after a while that I didn't see him anymore. So one night I had to go to the clinic in the factory [the factory was so large they staffed a nurse in the each of the big plants]. She was a very good friend of mine and we got to talking and I just so happened to bring up that I hadn't seen that guard in a while and my friend told me that he had been accused of molesting his granddaughter and that he had committed suicide just before his trial was set to begin!!! I was freaking out and I told her how he had made me feel. Crazy man!

~~~shark~~~~~~~

[Girl_On_Fire]

Originally Posted by sharkchomp

I wasn't afraid as the smoke shack was just too public. It wasn't like he said anything unusual, out of the ordinary or off track, but something told me DANGER
~~~shark~~~~~~~

Oh, I completely understand. Everybody has intuition and it's important to use it. I think in this day and age (I'm making myself sound so old lol!) people aren't taught to use their intuition. They're too distracted by everything else going on around them or by the media. When something tells you on a cellular level that you are not safe, you should listen. It's your spirit's way of protecting you from danger.

[Ursy]

I totally believe in the afterlife, and this is because of my Nanna. She had a gift. (I've shared this before, but this was years ago on another site. Some of you might remember the story)

My mother's dad died young, leaving my Nanna to bring up four children.

After his death, sometimes she would wake up in the middle of the night to see him standing in her room. She would always find out the next day that a family member had passed, always around the time she saw him. It was like he was the one chosen to bring each family member home, and he would always drop in to see her on the way. She came to know that whenever she got a visit from him, one of the family had been called home.

She also would wake up in the middle of the night to see a little girl standing by the bed. We believe that this little girl was a child she had miscarried.

Nanna's eldest daughter, my Aunty Joy also has a "sense". She can tell when people are going to die. She says they get a "smell" about them. She told my Aunty Rae that she should say goodbye to her husband, because he was going to die soon (he had no terminal illnesses or anything that would make you expect it). I don't think Aunty Rae appreciated the advance notice, but the family did get to say goodbye and he got advance warning to get things in order, which I think is a bit of a rare privilege.

[Miss Scarlett]

For the last week or so my Dad's half-sister has been on my mind and even in a couple of my dreams. She was much older than Dad and I'd only seen her twice in my life. So it was odd that this was happening. This evening I got an email from Dad telling me that she has passed away...

[girl_dee]

i did a Haunting History tour in New Orleans with some visiting friends.

The voodoo priestess invites the spirits in to go with us. i took pics of course.


EACH photo has orbs in it. i'm going to look for the pics

[Gemme]

Originally Posted by Girl_On_Fire

Oh, I completely understand. Everybody has intuition and it's important to use it. I think in this day and age (I'm making myself sound so old lol!) people aren't taught to use their intuition. They're too distracted by everything else going on around them or by the media. When something tells you on a cellular level that you are not safe, you should listen. It's your spirit's way of protecting you from danger.

Exactly. We are taught from a young age NOT to listen to it because when we withdraw or recoil from someone, for whatever reason, it's "not nice" and "impolite" and "don't we want to be nice?"

If folks were taught to listen to their instincts, there is no telling what wonderful things we could experience!

[pajama]

Originally Posted by girl_dee

i did a Haunting History tour in New Orleans with some visiting friends.

The voodoo priestess invites the spirits in to go with us. i took pics of course.


EACH photo has orbs in it. i'm going to look for the pics

I do different haunted tours every time I go to Savannah. On this one, we were going around one of the squares. The story was that some lady was hung from one of the trees there. The trees had some really cool spanish moss on them, so I just pointed my camera up into the trees to get the spanish moss. Later when I looked at the picture, it is covered in orbs. All over it. I took several pictures in this area, others had a few orbs. But this one was loaded, had maybe 8 or 9 of multiple sizes.

[Medusa]

I was in Montreal, Canada back in 1998 and was looking in the window of a shop that had hand-blown glass items. There was a wind chime with a little mermaid on it that I immediately thought a friend that I worked with, Marion, would really like.

When I went and paid for it, the woman behind the counter said it was one of a kind. I kinda rolled my eyes and was like "whatever", thinking it was probably mass produced somewhere and she was just saying that.

When I got back home and arrived back to work, I came to find that Marion had been killed in a car accident while I was out on vacation. I ended up hanging on to the wind chime because it reminded me of her.

Six years later, I was working for the state of Arkansas at a medical university. We had a visiting professor from Boston that I became very friendly with. She had moved down to Arkansas for an extended stay to teach while her daughter (who was 11 at the time) received treatment for Leukemia at Children's hospital.

She brought her daughter into work after one of her chemo treatments and I got to meet her. She was a bubbly little baldy and was wearing a bright orange shirt with a mermaid on the front of it. I commented on how cute it was and could tell that her little girl was clearly very glittery when it came to mermaids.

That night, I went home and grabbed the mermaid wind chime that I had bought for Marion six years prior and dusted it and put it in a little sack.
I brought it to work the next day and handed it to Dr. T and asked her if she would give it to her daughter as a present.

Dr. T asked if she could looked at it and I was like "of course!". When she opened the sack, she GASPED and her face went sheet white.

She got all animated and was like "where did you get this? WHERE DID YOU GET THIS?"

When I told her I had gotten it at a little boutique in Montreal, she freaked the fuck out and was like "I saw this wind chime in a shop in Montreal and almost bought it for my daughter when she was five and I kicked myself for YEARS for not buying it for her!"

The next day, Dr. T brought in a photo album from her own Montreal trip and there, about halfway through the album, was a picture she had taken of the mermaid wind chime, the same mermaid wind chime that I had just given her for her daughter.

Freaky!