Let's see...(pulled from another forum I post on that had a thread about aliens, ghosts, demons)
I can't find my post in an old thread. For the record, I have never had an illegal drug, I have never hallucinated, I was wide awake either well before or shortly after the experiences started, and I try to come up with mundane explanations for everything I experience before accepting it as something I simply can not explain.
I believe in aliens. I've not seen one personally, but I have seen a UFO, at least in the actual sense of the word. I was driving by downtown Fort Worth late at night and and a blue light in the sky traveling from north to south caught my attention. It was traveling at the speed of a normal aircraft. Suddenly, it reversed course at a 45 degree angle at an incredibly rate of speed...faster than anything that I've personally seen in person or on TV. I quickly lost sight of it.
As a kid, I saw this strange + shaped light moving through the sky high above my house. I have no idea what it was. Now, I did grow up around Carswell Air Force Base, so it could have easily been some weird, experimental aircraft.
I also believe in ghosts because of events that have taken place at two locations I lived. The first started shortly after my grandfather died back in '96. He had a particular blanket that he liked to sleep with. When I went to grab a blanket out of the hall closet, his was on top and so I grabbed it. For some reason, I looked over and I saw him at the back of the kitchen, walking from a bar stool that he used to sit at, shuffling the way he did, half stooped over, and with the white t-shirt and shorts he often wore, and with slicked back black hair (he had little gray hair for a man in his late 60s). He was looking down and walked from the bar over to the table and disappeared. My mother asked me if I was OK because I'd gone pale and quiet.
Years later, I was up late at night, around 1a or 2a. Now, I was a night owl and regularly stayed up until 4a or 5a in the morning, so I was wide awake. My grandmother was coughing horribly...to the point that I'd decided I was going to take her to ER. She'd been sick for a few days and her cough had gotten progressively worse. I got dressed and opened to the door to go wake her up. As soon as I did, I saw a figure walk past me and into her room. I have no idea why, but I didn't panic, didn't yell out, just watched. The figure stood over her bed and she stopped coughing. The figure disappeared and she didn't cough the rest of the night. She was sick for a while after that, but her cough got significantly better after that night.
One day, I came home early for work on a day my grandmother was supposed to go to a dr's appointment. I pulled into the driveway and saw someone standing in the window. I was thinking it was my aunt, who was going to drive my grandmother. Her car was in the driveway so I assumed they were still home. I opened the garage and my grandmother's car was gone. I walked into the house and as soon as I stepped foot in the living room, I went cold, like a breeze blew past me, and it felt like someone was standing in the room...like the space I was in didn't feel like my own. I said outloud "this isn't fun anymore". After a moment the feeling went away.
In a music related note, I had an old strat leaning against the TV stand in my room and accidentally hit it with the back of my foot. It started to fall before I had a chance to turn around and catch it. I watched, dumbfounded, as the guitar stopped short before hitting a brick I had in my room...kind of suspended in mid air. It moved over slightly and then fell to the ground. I have NO explanation for that one.
A lot of other random stuff happened,
- from the TV changing channels (for example...from 8 to 5, but the previous channel would switch between 8 and 4)
- things moving across the floor
- banging sounds that weren't the house settling (like hitting the side of a microwave that was by the bar my grandfather sat at)
- something touching me/my face shortly after I'd laid down, but wasn't asleep
- Lights moving across the wall at a rapid speed with no car/noise from a car outside
- something hitting the bed (though I was sleeping with this happened)
- the bed moving a foot or so with me on during a phone conversation
- Doors slamming shut with no windows open
- Shower turning on for a few moments and then off
When I was 19, I moved into the empty room at a friend's house. The ceiling fan had a light fixture with 4 sockets in it. One click would turn two on, another would turn the other two on, a third click would turn them all on, and a fourth turned them all off. I had a single red bulb I had in there. I'd come home from work and the red light would always be turned on. I asked my friend and his mother and the said they didn't go in there (and they could have possibly lied to mess with me). Now, I did have a cat that was enamored with the chain, but he'd have had to jump up, catch his claw on the chain in the exact right way, multiple times to get the red light on. My friends mother came in one night while I was watching a movie and explained to me that she'd encountered a presence back when she first moved into that house. At first, it was quite friendly and she communicated with it. Eventually, the presence started becoming aggressive and she ceased communication with it. It had been dormant into I moved in. A couple of days after she told me that story, a corkboard I had was scratched on the left side. Now, my cat could have done that too, but he'd have had to have jumped off of my bed and flailed his claws (there was nothing on the board to attract him). Possibly, but highly unlikely. The night after that, I woke up when the lights started turning on before settling on the red bulb (I can't sleep with a light on, so it was totally dark). It felt like there was something in the room. I didn't get back to sleep that night (wrote a lot of music that night instead). No sleep paralysis, I've NEVER had a history of sleep walking, none of the other explanations offered. After I was wide awake, the light was still on. I removed the red bulb later that day and the weird stuff stopped.
When I was 4, my mother and I lived in Benbrook, TX with her boyfriend who loved to scare me with his booming voice...hiding in my closet while I went to bed to spook me. However, one weekend, he was out of town. I woke up to this monstrous roar right outside my window. I woke up screaming and my mother came in and kind of freaked out because she'd locked my window, yet it was wide open. I thought it was Doug, but my mother told me that he was out of town. She closed and relocked it, calmed me down, and went away. A bit later, the window opened, this time waking me up, and the roar started up again. My screaming brought my mother in again. She then moved me into her room. I don't recall hearing it again.
What's odd is that I was 4 and yet distinctly remember this scene, including the quilt on my bed that my great-grandmother had made and how my room was set up. It's one of my oldest memories...likely the trauma I faced. I guess that experience, whatever it might have been, was the foundation for my willingness to at least entertain the notion of the supernatural.
