My first paranormal experience was when I was 14 years old. I was coming back from evening church services with my grandparents, and I saw a UFO(in all of its meaning: Unidentified Flying Object). I wasn't allowed to get out of the car. I begged my grandma to stop, but she kept driving. I kept my face pressed against the glass until I could no longer see it. I remember how it looked like two flashlights shining from far away, or maybe even how car lights look from a distance. Then,as we approached closer,it hovered-not making a sound. Unfortunately, I never got to see the object fly off or do anything "cool". We left before it even got a chance.
When I was the age of 9 our family lived in an old spanish style two floor house in San Diego.It was built in the 1800s. I was alone,around 10 am on a hot July day. I was Tinkering with some electronics and toys in the bedroom, when I felt like someone was staring at me,you know,like the feeling that makes you turn around when someone does that staring thing. Well, I thought someone had walked into the living room by that feeling of "a presence" when it was evident no one did but I looked around. I stood in the living room and a mass of extreme,heavy energy like an adult figure sat down in front of me It began to get super cold right there in that spot.as I began to wonder what it was, it stood up and moved into the hallway and proceed up the stairs. The best description was invisible,but with form more felt than seen. No sound but a odd high-pitched whine produced like an old TV set. I really did not wonder too much about it, Later, my Mom, told me about wonderous natural things beyond understanding and it was OK. My Mom told me 20 years later the whole story. My two older brothers used to wake us little kids up to keep them company in the early hours turning the TV on They slept upstairs and a spirit would touch Chris on the arm and face then pull the blankets off of him. Winston would be asleep in his bed already. One night Winston jumped up after witnessing the covers being thrown in the air.and Chris yelling at it and telling it to stop. That is when they would come down stairs. My mom thinks it was a Girl-Ghost and liked Chris.
My first paranormal experience was when I was 14 years old. I was coming back from evening church services with my grandparents, and I saw a UFO(in all of its meaning: Unidentified Flying Object). I wasn't allowed to get out of the car. I begged my grandma to stop, but she kept driving. I kept my face pressed against the glass until I could no longer see it. I remember how it looked like two flashlights shining from far away, or maybe even how car lights look from a distance. Then,as we approached closer,it hovered-not making a sound. Unfortunately, I never got to see the object fly off or do anything "cool". We left before it even got a chance.
ReplyDeleteWhen I was the age of 9 our family lived in an old spanish style two
ReplyDeletefloor house in San Diego.It was built in the 1800s. I was alone,around 10 am on a hot July day. I was
Tinkering with some electronics and toys in the bedroom, when I felt like someone was staring at me,you know,like the feeling that makes you turn around when someone does that staring thing.
Well, I thought someone had walked into the living room by that feeling of "a presence" when it was evident no one did but I looked around. I stood in the living room and a mass of extreme,heavy energy like an adult figure sat down in front of me It began to get super cold right there in that spot.as I began to wonder what it was, it stood up and moved into the hallway and proceed up the stairs. The best description was invisible,but with form more felt than seen.
No sound but a odd high-pitched whine produced like an old TV set.
I really did not wonder too much about it,
Later, my Mom, told me about wonderous natural things beyond understanding and it was OK.
My Mom told me 20 years later the whole story.
My two older brothers used to wake us little kids up to keep them company in the early hours turning the TV on They slept upstairs and a spirit would touch Chris on the arm and face then pull the blankets off of him.
Winston would be asleep in his bed already.
One night Winston jumped up after witnessing the covers being thrown in the air.and Chris yelling at it and telling it to stop.
That is when they would come down stairs.
My mom thinks it was a Girl-Ghost and liked Chris.