The Crash That Should Have Killed Me By FFBlackWidow

The Crash That Should Have Killed Me By FFBlackWidow

The Crash That Should Have Killed Me

So to start out with I had lost my great grandmother when I was 5 and have been able to feel her with me ever since. My little sister (who can see and speak to spirits) says that my grammy is still with me and my grandfather to this day. In 2011 when I was almost a junior at Highland high I lost a really good friend of mine who was like a little brother to me.

On January of 2015 my ex boyfriend and I had a huge fight in front of my 13 (now 15) year old little sister that almost turned physical. I had to call the West Valley Police Department to have him removed from my apartment. After that every thing just started to fall apart. My computer crashed on me, I had lost my internet. And eventually lost my dream job that I hadn’t even had for a year.

How that happen I was driving through an intersection on highland drive and 3300 s. When another car hit the side of my Wasatch Transportation Mercedes sprinter in the rear end on the passenger side. The sprinter ended up flipping onto the divers side, slid about 300-400 feet down hill from the light, hit curb and stopped. Needless to say both vehicles were totaled. The lady in the other car told police I had ran a red light and I was ticked… The fire fighters who cut the windshield to get me out of my vehicle said that if I hadn’t been wearing my seatbelt I would have tossed around in the van like a kernel in a popcorn machine. I lost my dream job at Wasatch transportation due to the accident.

When I got home my little sister said that my friend who passed away when I was high school and my grammy were with me during my accident… How would she know that? She was in school during it… I still believe to this day that its not the seatbelt that saved me… It was Austin and my grammy who saved my life…

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One Last Visit From Dad By DestinyGirl

One Last Visit From Dad By DestinyGirl

One Last Visit From Dad

I have posted before (although it’s been a few years) about my grandfather and my mom visiting me in my dreams. Those occurrences were both frustrating and comforting, but they were not “startling.” Over the course of time, I had come to understand that I would sometimes have those types of dreams and always knew my family would never do anything to hurt or scare me.

Since my last story, I lost my dad. He passed away in November 2013. In the years since, I’ve had some dreams about him as well that I feel sure are more than simple “dreams.” He was a very logical and stoic man in life, and I feel his essence hasn’t change since his death. In my dreams about my father, his messages are very basic and straightforward – he is checking on me to make sure I am OK and sometimes expressing his displeasure about a decision I have made (that hasn’t changed!).

However, the reason I am writing today is to talk about the day he died. He had been in a rehab facility to recover from some complications of his diabetes and was on the mend. I had traveled to see him for his birthday over the weekend and had left to come back home on Sunday. He was on the mend, in good spirits, and I told him I would see him over the holidays. Unfortunately, that never happened because he passed away the following Wednesday – 3 days later. My brother called me at work to tell me had had a heart attack and died nearly instantly. I was in shock and disbelief – and still not over my mom’s passing not even 18 months earlier.

I left work immediately and went home to pack. I live in NC, and my dad lived in VA. That night I thought I would never be able to sleep. Instead, my mental exhaustion allowed me to fall asleep fairly easily. I woke up a few times during the night, and each time I saw my dad at the foot of the bed. There was no misty cloud or translucent figure. My dad was there, clear as anything in front of me. I thought maybe I was dreaming, but one time I sat up in bed and still saw him. He was not speaking or moving. He was just…there. I was not scared by any means – it was my dad, after all. But I was startled. I wanted to say something, do something. And yet I couldn’t do anything but stare silently at the figure looking back at me. Then like that – he was gone. It took me a while to get back to sleep after that, but I was comforted, saddened, and hopeful all at the same time.

Because he left so suddenly, I think he wanted to check on me and say a quick (yet stoic) goodbye before he moved on to whatever comes next. I haven’t seen him like that since that night.

Is The Paranormal Making Us Ill? By Sylive_101

Is The Paranormal Making Us Ill? By Sylive_101

Is the Paranormal Making Us Ill?

A family of 3 from Brampton, Ontario experiencing unreasonable amount of physical pain, excruciating amount of random “burning”, highly severe migraines, sickness identified as physically “disabled”, and ESPECIALLY sudden negative relationship behaviors.

Like any other families we were never perfect previously, however, we were never as negative as the past 3-4 years. Our family is at the breaking point and I am afraid our relationship may also be at a no-return junction. What is the most obvious is how each time we try to resolve an issue; we are not capable of even responding to one another in a positive manner. It is as if, something is keeping us from being able to latterly “speak” to resolve and move on in a happy manner. It feels very wrong, not like the last 15 years. This type of phenomenon seems to be getting worse and worse. Each of our reactions and behavior seems to be getting highly “aggressive”?

I have been in the paranormal, Aliens, government conspiracies research since I am 13 years old with my father who was super healthy then strangely died from Alzheimer at the age of 65 years old. My father and I used to attend seminars and conferences in Montreal on all kinds of subjects related to paranormal research. Why now?

In 2016, while watching TV, I suddenly turned my head and witnessed a “black, very dark” shape of a head, shoulders and torso sitting on a corner chair of our living room. It lasted a few seconds, but I am certain I did see it. At the time, I did not feel any negative feelings; however, I know it was looking at me. Something is not quite right in this house. My son and I did hear (very close to our ears) the word “hey” at separate occasions, which one sounded like a “child-like” voice. Just recently, I was I was waken up by a strong “pocked” on my right! I also had other extremely personal experiences but with all due respect, I do not wish to or am permitted to share at this time.

A few years ago, a few houses down from ours, had a suicide. At the time, the new owners who took residence in that house came visit in our home as neighbors without us knowing, at the time, that there had been a suicide in their house.

Our faith is Catholic; however, with all the knowledge I have on the Aliens subject, it is very hard for me at this point, to believe everything we were told when we grow up in the 70’s about a higher power such as a “God”. I do realize this can complicate matters for us. Yes, I want to believe there is, however I feel extremely conflicted on that subject. Is this related to a negative entity in our house, perhaps of a worst nature which I refuse to say the name (because, I do not want to give it more power if it is of that nature) or is this simply paranoia from hearing all the conspiracies that truly exist in the world we live in, I do not know. All I know is that we are all pretty grounded individuals. But, regardless, I know that something is not right!

My most important concern is how we just recently sold the house. Before we go on to another establishment, we certainly do not want to bring with us an attachment “IF” this is the case. Again, I feel very conflicted. I wanted to perform some kind of blessing, cleansing of our house, but I know enough about paranormal “NOT” to start playing with anything that may actually make it worst if not perform properly and especially if we are conflicted with our fate. I also wanted to use technology instrument to try and tap into whatever may be around us, but again, I know enough about the paranormal not to try anything in case it makes it worst. I am really not sure what to do other than sharing our experiences with others and try to make some sense into what is happening to us?

If anyone can share any advice and/or be willing to assist us with what “may” be happening, please do not hesitate to contact us, any professional advice is highly welcome.

Thank you very much for reading and paying attention to our story.

Sylvie

Sylive@bell.net

Sleep Terror By johndecourcy

Sleep Terror By johndecourcy

Sleep Terror

My story starts some 20 years ago when I lived in London. My girlfriend had gone out with friends for a meal. I was tired and got an early night. I had a mug of tea as usual before bed. I read a little then went to sleep. I quickly fell asleep as usual. But this night I was awoken abruptly. Someone was in the bedroom and they were attacking me. I was terrified. My heart was bursting out of my chest. I had never been so scared. I was desperate for breath. My mystery attacker was pinning me down. I was lying on my front and it was hard to breathe. I could feel the weight of my assailant on my back, crushing me. It seemed like an age until I could reach the lamp. When I did – nothing! No one there! Not a thing. I looked at my watch, it was a little after midnight. I checked the house. All was as it should be. Doors and windows locked. Everything as it should be. I was frightened. I had never been as afraid as I was that evening. My girlfriend returned home shortly afterwards and was taken aback at the state I was in. I would of been in my mid to late 20’s and slept with the landing light on! I never forgot that evening.

Years later I glanced at an article about ‘Old Hag Syndrome’. It really made sense to me. At last I realized that lots of people had experienced very similar encounters. Forewarned is forearmed as they say…

I left London and moved to the Lake District. Life was good. The usual good times and the not so good times. Just like anyone else. But in 2008 the ‘attack’ happened again. I was awoken in very much the same fashion. As before I was terrified and shaken. These nocturnal attacks continued for years. It was like having someone trying to pull me out of bed. And they were strong too. On one occasion I saw what appeared to be arms coming through my bedroom wall! This was the only time I actually saw something for sure. The rest of the subsequent attacks I saw a dark shape but it was not by any means terribly clear.

Over the years I actually got used to it. My young son made a very realistic wooden sword at school. When he was at his mothers house I had the idea to keep it in my bed in order to ‘fight back’ with my night time antagonist. When I felt the attack I would reach for the sword. Sometimes I actually felt an arm stopping me. But as the attacks never lasted long I was used to it. However on occasion I did get it and would say the Lords Prayer in an attempt to stop it forever. But after a while I just let this being have its little moment of glory. After it had stopped pulling I put the light on for a few minutes. I could feel it actually weaken every time I did it until in the end it vanished forever. It is now two years since I have been visited.

Am I the only one to have had this kind of ‘battle’? Has anyone else had something similar? I would love to know I really would. The odd thing is that I actually got rather used to it. Like a mischievous child in some ways. It would be great to know if anyone else has experienced something like this.