Copy pasta'd from the old MMFB guild
So Mezo grew up with supernatural things happening to her at every corner. So after a while weird things became normal things, but they still freaked me out half the time.
Let's start with the earliest thing I can remember. My grandmother died when I was 8, and right as she died I saw in her in the dining room waving at me and my sister (at the time me, my sister, and my dad were in the living room watching X-Files. My mom was at the hospital when she died). I didn't even realize she was waving goodbye until my mom came home and told me she died. That was a bad year for me, too.
Later on that same year, I had a stack of boxes at the end of my bed. When I was sleeping one night I heard all the boxes fall with a really loud crash. I screamed because it shocked me and my mom came in and turned on the light and I told her what happened (since she didn't hear anything and the boxes were on the other side of my bed). Well, she looked and nothing fell, I could have been hearing things if I didn't feel it all fall.
A few years pass with nothing interesting to say (or at least things way to unbelievable to post). So I'll fast forward from 1998 to 2001.
One of my friends was staying the night at my house on a cold winter day/night. We went outside and of course it was dead silent because it was almost midnight and it was snowing. We were on the pond for a while because it was frozen solid and it was fun to go onto the middle of the pond and lay down and watch the snow fall. So when we were heading back inside she stopped me and asked if I heard anything. So we stopped and listened and we both heard a child crying in the woods. I automatically panicked and thought it was one of my neighbors so I ran into the woods screaming out for Chandler (the little boys name) or Alicia (the girl's name). But after a while of searching in the woods we noticed the sound didn't come from one area, that the sound was little coming from all around us. We ran back into the house and never talked about it again until the same thing happened that summer. Of course we didn't go into the woods that time.
Fast forward to 2004.
At the end of April 2004, my uncle died in a motorcycle accident.
The day he died my birds were out on the back porch (it's an enclosed porch) and just a few hours before his accident my favorite bird got out of the cage somehow and was flying all over the porch. My dad ended up catching him in his Harley Davidson cap and putting him back in the cage.
We got a call a few hours later from my grandpa saying my Uncle Billy got into a bad accident and he was being life-flighted to Cleveland Clinic.
He died on the way.
The reason this was strange was because my Uncle billy was easily my favorite uncle, he acted like a second father to me and my sister because my cousins were close to the same age as us. It's strange because my favorite bird got out of the cage. My dad caught the bird in his Harley Davidson cap and my uncle died on a Harley (friggen cursed one at that).
This is when things start to get strange. Everyone in my house was an emotional wreck. My mother was crying constantly and even my dad was throughly depressed. My dad got a vest made in memory of my uncle and had it hanging on the door to the back porch on a plastic hanger. The hanger snapped in half and the vest fell. Of course this upset my mom even more.
Then things started to fall around the house. We have hurricane lamps on the back porch and two of them fell without warning. We had bottles of pop in the garage that would fall over and roll in front of the door and trip everyone who walked out there.
After the funeral things started to calm down a bit. It was then when my parents announced they were going to bury the motorcycle my uncle died on because he was the second person that bike killed and they didn't want it to kill anyone else. They buried it in the back yard near the barn and had the area blessed with holy water and stuff.
Funny thing about that area, now. No grass grows where the bike is buried and no animals live in the barn near it, not even mice.
Well, that was a turning point for me. Strange things happened to me when I was younger but my uncle dieing seemed to open my eyes. More and more things would happen around me. Most of it very panic-making.
So let's fast forward to 2005. I started to find out most of my friends had a lot of weird stuff happening to them, too. So we all basically went out on ghost hunts once a week. Weird thing was, I was the only one who really saw anything. We started relating most of what we were seeing to thing that were happening to us and had this whole theory about it. Often my woods would be the place of the ghost hunts.
This is when I started having prophetic dreams occurring more often. In most of my dreams I would either hear the call of an owl or see an owl.
One morning I was taking a shower before school and it was storming outside. I opened the window a bit to see how the storm was progressing and I heard an owl, it sounded like it was coming from right outside the window! So I obviously panicked a bit and shut the window in a hurry.
After this, owls always seemed to be a sign to me. I always heard or saw them before something strange happened. To me they were a sign of danger.
Fast forward to 2006. This is when I started seeing shadow wolves and no faces.
Yeah, I'll have to explain. Shadow wolves and no faces are demons. the no faces took on the form of hunters without faces and the shadow wolves were just that. They looked like shadows of wolves only a bit smaller than a regular-sized wolf.
This is also where people other than my friends think I'm crazy.
The no faces were always following my friends around. Every time we would go ghost hunting we would see these no faces. We saw the shadow wolves less often, but they were always in packs and always seen in moonlight.
2007 - this was when I saw the buck made entirely of light, the light people, and the old man.
The buck really scared me. One night I went out to the shed to feed the stray cats, it was dark so I had a flashlight on me so I could find their trays. I saw light in the corner of my eye and remember thinking "My flashlight isn't shining over there..." and I looked over and saw a buck (a buck is a male deer) made entirely of light grazing on a bare piece of earth where my dog used to be (my dog was killed a few weeks before by coyotes). I stopped and watched the buck for a bit, it looked at me and then went into the woods. All the stray cats in the woods ran out and I dropped my plate (it was a foam plate, anyway) and ran back inside screaming for Doug.
A few months later two of my friends wanted to spend the night and check out my woods. I wasn't opposed so they came over. We went out into the woods, but I refused to go very far because after a while I couldn't see my house and I started hearing an owl call. My one friend keep going farther into the woods saying that she could see someone out there. It took three of us to drag her back. So we started walking around the edge of the woods and I saw light in the corner of my eye. My first thought was "s**t, not that buck again." but then we started to see human-like beings made entirely of light dancing around the edge of the woods.
Later on I was at Doug's house and he was getting ready to take me home. I was sitting in his car and I looked over at his dad's truck and saw someone sitting in the passenger seat. The longer I looked the more I could see, it was an old man with blond hair and a bloody face. I freaked out but didn't say anything to Doug until we were at my house and he decided to tell me he's seen that old man before, but never covered in blood.
And that's about it. I've seen more and stuff but this is long enough. I dunno if anyone will even read the entire thing. LOL xD
Let's start with the earliest thing I can remember. My grandmother died when I was 8, and right as she died I saw in her in the dining room waving at me and my sister (at the time me, my sister, and my dad were in the living room watching X-Files. My mom was at the hospital when she died). I didn't even realize she was waving goodbye until my mom came home and told me she died. That was a bad year for me, too.
Later on that same year, I had a stack of boxes at the end of my bed. When I was sleeping one night I heard all the boxes fall with a really loud crash. I screamed because it shocked me and my mom came in and turned on the light and I told her what happened (since she didn't hear anything and the boxes were on the other side of my bed). Well, she looked and nothing fell, I could have been hearing things if I didn't feel it all fall.
A few years pass with nothing interesting to say (or at least things way to unbelievable to post). So I'll fast forward from 1998 to 2001.
One of my friends was staying the night at my house on a cold winter day/night. We went outside and of course it was dead silent because it was almost midnight and it was snowing. We were on the pond for a while because it was frozen solid and it was fun to go onto the middle of the pond and lay down and watch the snow fall. So when we were heading back inside she stopped me and asked if I heard anything. So we stopped and listened and we both heard a child crying in the woods. I automatically panicked and thought it was one of my neighbors so I ran into the woods screaming out for Chandler (the little boys name) or Alicia (the girl's name). But after a while of searching in the woods we noticed the sound didn't come from one area, that the sound was little coming from all around us. We ran back into the house and never talked about it again until the same thing happened that summer. Of course we didn't go into the woods that time.
Fast forward to 2004.
At the end of April 2004, my uncle died in a motorcycle accident.
The day he died my birds were out on the back porch (it's an enclosed porch) and just a few hours before his accident my favorite bird got out of the cage somehow and was flying all over the porch. My dad ended up catching him in his Harley Davidson cap and putting him back in the cage.
We got a call a few hours later from my grandpa saying my Uncle Billy got into a bad accident and he was being life-flighted to Cleveland Clinic.
He died on the way.
The reason this was strange was because my Uncle billy was easily my favorite uncle, he acted like a second father to me and my sister because my cousins were close to the same age as us. It's strange because my favorite bird got out of the cage. My dad caught the bird in his Harley Davidson cap and my uncle died on a Harley (friggen cursed one at that).
This is when things start to get strange. Everyone in my house was an emotional wreck. My mother was crying constantly and even my dad was throughly depressed. My dad got a vest made in memory of my uncle and had it hanging on the door to the back porch on a plastic hanger. The hanger snapped in half and the vest fell. Of course this upset my mom even more.
Then things started to fall around the house. We have hurricane lamps on the back porch and two of them fell without warning. We had bottles of pop in the garage that would fall over and roll in front of the door and trip everyone who walked out there.
After the funeral things started to calm down a bit. It was then when my parents announced they were going to bury the motorcycle my uncle died on because he was the second person that bike killed and they didn't want it to kill anyone else. They buried it in the back yard near the barn and had the area blessed with holy water and stuff.
Funny thing about that area, now. No grass grows where the bike is buried and no animals live in the barn near it, not even mice.
Well, that was a turning point for me. Strange things happened to me when I was younger but my uncle dieing seemed to open my eyes. More and more things would happen around me. Most of it very panic-making.
So let's fast forward to 2005. I started to find out most of my friends had a lot of weird stuff happening to them, too. So we all basically went out on ghost hunts once a week. Weird thing was, I was the only one who really saw anything. We started relating most of what we were seeing to thing that were happening to us and had this whole theory about it. Often my woods would be the place of the ghost hunts.
This is when I started having prophetic dreams occurring more often. In most of my dreams I would either hear the call of an owl or see an owl.
One morning I was taking a shower before school and it was storming outside. I opened the window a bit to see how the storm was progressing and I heard an owl, it sounded like it was coming from right outside the window! So I obviously panicked a bit and shut the window in a hurry.
After this, owls always seemed to be a sign to me. I always heard or saw them before something strange happened. To me they were a sign of danger.
Fast forward to 2006. This is when I started seeing shadow wolves and no faces.
Yeah, I'll have to explain. Shadow wolves and no faces are demons. the no faces took on the form of hunters without faces and the shadow wolves were just that. They looked like shadows of wolves only a bit smaller than a regular-sized wolf.
This is also where people other than my friends think I'm crazy.
The no faces were always following my friends around. Every time we would go ghost hunting we would see these no faces. We saw the shadow wolves less often, but they were always in packs and always seen in moonlight.
2007 - this was when I saw the buck made entirely of light, the light people, and the old man.
The buck really scared me. One night I went out to the shed to feed the stray cats, it was dark so I had a flashlight on me so I could find their trays. I saw light in the corner of my eye and remember thinking "My flashlight isn't shining over there..." and I looked over and saw a buck (a buck is a male deer) made entirely of light grazing on a bare piece of earth where my dog used to be (my dog was killed a few weeks before by coyotes). I stopped and watched the buck for a bit, it looked at me and then went into the woods. All the stray cats in the woods ran out and I dropped my plate (it was a foam plate, anyway) and ran back inside screaming for Doug.
A few months later two of my friends wanted to spend the night and check out my woods. I wasn't opposed so they came over. We went out into the woods, but I refused to go very far because after a while I couldn't see my house and I started hearing an owl call. My one friend keep going farther into the woods saying that she could see someone out there. It took three of us to drag her back. So we started walking around the edge of the woods and I saw light in the corner of my eye. My first thought was "s**t, not that buck again." but then we started to see human-like beings made entirely of light dancing around the edge of the woods.
Later on I was at Doug's house and he was getting ready to take me home. I was sitting in his car and I looked over at his dad's truck and saw someone sitting in the passenger seat. The longer I looked the more I could see, it was an old man with blond hair and a bloody face. I freaked out but didn't say anything to Doug until we were at my house and he decided to tell me he's seen that old man before, but never covered in blood.
And that's about it. I've seen more and stuff but this is long enough. I dunno if anyone will even read the entire thing. LOL xD
Now that I look back at it, I'm not even sure if I got all the times right. Plus there's more that happened during this time, I just don't feel comfortable explaining, if you're really curious you can PM me to find out.
Plus there's this: Go to "The Ghost Always Rings Twice - Campfire 6" and I'm the last caller.
From a paranormal guild where I was trying to get answers October, 2008
I was laying in bed, and I fell asleep about 10:30 this morning after reading from 6:00 on (I have a weird sleep schedule). And I know I was dreaming about something (Hell, the dream isn't even important. I was just thinking about my RP character before I fell asleep and had a dream about her current situation in the story). Part-way through the dream I woke up to this overwhelming feeling and I heard mumbling, but it wasn't like anything I've experienced before with the whispers just saying my name or even talking to me. Because the mumble didn't sound directed at me because it sounded like a bunch of people talking all at once. I just brushed it off as another whisper and thought "Hey, if I ignore it, it'll stop like it always does."
So I close my eyes to go back to sleep and it happens again, only it got louder and I heard silverware clinking against plates and a loud woman talking in gibberish (I think at the time I knew what she was saying, but when I think back to it all I can hear is gibberish) and then she started laughing. And it stopped. Once again, nothing like I've ever experienced but I brushed it off. I was starting to get annoyed because I was (am) very tired and just wanted to sleep.
Once again I close my eyes to try and sleep and it happens AGAIN. But it's louder this time and I could hear the lady more loudly. I remember thinking "Just ignore it and it'll stop." But once that thought crossed my mind it started to get even louder to the point where it was unbearably loud. Then I remember thinking "Just shut up!"
And it exploded. Or sounded like an explosion. I went temporarily deaf and blind, as well as paralyzed. It felt like my entire body was numb, my ears were ringing and I couldn't hear anything but the high pitched ringing. I tried to move my arm that was holding my stuffed panda (yes, I'm 19 and I still sleep with a teddy bear) and I think my entire body convulsed. I wasn't entirely sure because I couldn't feel anything. I remember trying to keep my teeth together and it felt like a vibration was going through my head, then I know I was trying to bite my tongue (you know how you bite random parts of your mouth after the dentist stick you with Novocaine? it was something like that) and I couldn't feel it.
After about five minutes the ringing died down and the numbness went away and I could finally open my eyes. I was originally laying on my side, but when I opened my eyes I was laying on my back and looking at the ceiling. I was also very hot and soaked with sweat and shaking.
So I carefully turned back onto my side and tried to turn on my phone to see what time it was (along with holding back vomit). And every time I went to grab my phone, my hand would cramp up. So I let it sit for a few seconds before trying again, and when I turned on my phone it was exactly 11:11 am.
I discussed it with my boyfriend and he seems convinced it was a premonition because I've never felt anything that powerful except when I was dreaming. And I doubt it was the whispers because they wouldn't have tried so hard to get my attention.
Sorry for the TL;DR. I just thought I'd get every little detail in before I started forgetting, like I forgot what the woman was saying, but it's just gibberish to me now. It didn't even sound like English. Hell, every time I try to recall it now I start getting a headache and it gets worse and worse each time.
I thought I'd share with you guys because I'm honestly not sure what it was. It sounded like I was in a restaurant or a dining hall or something.
And before anyone asks: Yes, I'm positive I was awake. After the first time I heard it I was trying to fall asleep but it takes me a long time to even fall asleep after hearing a regular whisper, and this was different. It was definitely more powerful. I'm not trying to get defensive, I just know the question will pop up. It was the first thing my boyfriend asked me and even the first thing I asked myself. But the second time I heard it, I opened my eyes and I was staring at my mirror across my room and looking at my reflection to make sure nothing was near me.
So I close my eyes to go back to sleep and it happens again, only it got louder and I heard silverware clinking against plates and a loud woman talking in gibberish (I think at the time I knew what she was saying, but when I think back to it all I can hear is gibberish) and then she started laughing. And it stopped. Once again, nothing like I've ever experienced but I brushed it off. I was starting to get annoyed because I was (am) very tired and just wanted to sleep.
Once again I close my eyes to try and sleep and it happens AGAIN. But it's louder this time and I could hear the lady more loudly. I remember thinking "Just ignore it and it'll stop." But once that thought crossed my mind it started to get even louder to the point where it was unbearably loud. Then I remember thinking "Just shut up!"
And it exploded. Or sounded like an explosion. I went temporarily deaf and blind, as well as paralyzed. It felt like my entire body was numb, my ears were ringing and I couldn't hear anything but the high pitched ringing. I tried to move my arm that was holding my stuffed panda (yes, I'm 19 and I still sleep with a teddy bear) and I think my entire body convulsed. I wasn't entirely sure because I couldn't feel anything. I remember trying to keep my teeth together and it felt like a vibration was going through my head, then I know I was trying to bite my tongue (you know how you bite random parts of your mouth after the dentist stick you with Novocaine? it was something like that) and I couldn't feel it.
After about five minutes the ringing died down and the numbness went away and I could finally open my eyes. I was originally laying on my side, but when I opened my eyes I was laying on my back and looking at the ceiling. I was also very hot and soaked with sweat and shaking.
So I carefully turned back onto my side and tried to turn on my phone to see what time it was (along with holding back vomit). And every time I went to grab my phone, my hand would cramp up. So I let it sit for a few seconds before trying again, and when I turned on my phone it was exactly 11:11 am.
I discussed it with my boyfriend and he seems convinced it was a premonition because I've never felt anything that powerful except when I was dreaming. And I doubt it was the whispers because they wouldn't have tried so hard to get my attention.
Sorry for the TL;DR. I just thought I'd get every little detail in before I started forgetting, like I forgot what the woman was saying, but it's just gibberish to me now. It didn't even sound like English. Hell, every time I try to recall it now I start getting a headache and it gets worse and worse each time.
I thought I'd share with you guys because I'm honestly not sure what it was. It sounded like I was in a restaurant or a dining hall or something.
And before anyone asks: Yes, I'm positive I was awake. After the first time I heard it I was trying to fall asleep but it takes me a long time to even fall asleep after hearing a regular whisper, and this was different. It was definitely more powerful. I'm not trying to get defensive, I just know the question will pop up. It was the first thing my boyfriend asked me and even the first thing I asked myself. But the second time I heard it, I opened my eyes and I was staring at my mirror across my room and looking at my reflection to make sure nothing was near me.
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December 2008
I heard that "scene" again the other night. It wasn't as painful as the first time, and it caught me off guard again... but it happened at night. 11:11 pm, actually (*sob*). I didn't try to ignore it this time, though. But it kept fading in and out like it was on a bad radio signal or something, not like the first time when it just got louder and louder until it exploded. And I could have swore I saw the woman laughing. I just remember something red, like a red dress. I have no idea what she looks like or remember what anyone was saying... again. Dx
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May 2009
And to revive a dead topic, it happened again. Only It was like a different scene. I was lying in bed with my boyfriend one morning a few weeks ago (near the beginning of May actually) and I was actually sleeping until someone shook me awake. When I woke up I heard a man's voice begging "Please, please.. don't go... please..." and it was fading in and out and my head felt like it was vibrating every time he spoke. I sat up and looked at my boyfriend and asked him what was wrong only to find out he was sleeping curled up in a ball and not facing me.
I just thought I imagined it and laid back down and as soon as I did the mans voice returned and kept getting louder and it was crying saying "Please, please, don't go. Next week, please don't go next week... please..." after a few seconds of that it got really quiet. Then the voice came back and softly said "You'll die..." and it exploded around me again. Not quite as severe as the first time it happened because I think I was bracing myself. After it was over I checked the time and lo' and behold it was 11:11 AM. Again.
Later after discussing it with my boyfriend I realized I heard the mans voice every time I had one of these "episodes". I didn't hear the woman or even feel her there, but the man was talking and I actually remember what he was saying! Then I remembered there was a time about two weeks before this where both my mother and I thought we heard my boyfriend walk in the house and start talking, only to realize it wasn't his or my fathers voice. And that my father was sleeping and my boyfriend was still at work. And this mans voice was the same one my mom and I both heard that night (unfortunately this happened at 8:11 instead of 11:11).
And the scariest part? I didn't know this when that happened, but I moved into my new apartment a week after that incident. I didn't know I was moving at the time.
...Any explanations? Dx
I just thought I imagined it and laid back down and as soon as I did the mans voice returned and kept getting louder and it was crying saying "Please, please, don't go. Next week, please don't go next week... please..." after a few seconds of that it got really quiet. Then the voice came back and softly said "You'll die..." and it exploded around me again. Not quite as severe as the first time it happened because I think I was bracing myself. After it was over I checked the time and lo' and behold it was 11:11 AM. Again.
Later after discussing it with my boyfriend I realized I heard the mans voice every time I had one of these "episodes". I didn't hear the woman or even feel her there, but the man was talking and I actually remember what he was saying! Then I remembered there was a time about two weeks before this where both my mother and I thought we heard my boyfriend walk in the house and start talking, only to realize it wasn't his or my fathers voice. And that my father was sleeping and my boyfriend was still at work. And this mans voice was the same one my mom and I both heard that night (unfortunately this happened at 8:11 instead of 11:11).
And the scariest part? I didn't know this when that happened, but I moved into my new apartment a week after that incident. I didn't know I was moving at the time.
...Any explanations? Dx
Hmmm, plus since I've been moved into my apartment I keep seeing small scurrying things out of the corner of my eye, like little shadows. I normally ignored them until one day Gandalf started chasing it...
So yeah, that's all I can think of for now. Long topic is long.
