Personal Experience Your own Experience

[Feraligatr]

I complete forgot about this story until I was talking to someone I used to work with.

Where I used to work is built on the old Queen Victoria Hospital and the liqour department now was where the mogue was.

Anyway, I had finished work and was walking down to speak to the Liqour manager after work. I walked in and saw someone standing by the drinks looking them, I just assumed that it was the liqour manager.
I then happened to look back at the registers and the Liqour manager was standing there looking at me. When I turned back to the drinks no one was there.

When I told her she was not suprised at all and said she often had weird experiences in there.

Another friend of mine who worked in liqour had things touch him while he was packing shelves when the store was closed and no one was in there with him as well.

 

[DIG]

whereabouts on doncaster rd DIG? i often commute there on bike, sometimes at night. in fact im going there tomorrow.

do you think she was someone going to a fancy dress party of sorts?

Nah there was something completely wrong about her, and so out of place there in the middle of the night, was maybe 11:00-11:30. At the time we shat ourselves. I can't 100% rule out some sort of explanation like that but certainly didn't feel like that at the time.

God, I just remembered too that in the paper the next day there was reports of an elderly pedestrian being killed around there the day of our encounter. If this was a bloody ghost I don't think it was her given the fashion of her clothing but it was a strange coincidence.

It was in front of the Leeds street cricket ground. Keep an eye out for her. Actually it was a good 15 years ago now...

 

[peternorth]

Nah there was something completely wrong about her, and so out of place there in the middle of the night, was maybe 11:00-11:30. At the time we shat ourselves. I can't 100% rule out some sort of explanation like that but certainly didn't feel like that at the time.

God, I just remembered too that in the paper the next day there was reports of an elderly pedestrian being killed around there the day of our encounter. If this was a bloody ghost I don't think it was her given the fashion of her clothing but it was a strange coincidence.

It was in front of the Leeds street cricket ground. Keep an eye out for her. Actually it was a good 15 years ago now...

OH MY GOD I KNOW THAT STREET!!!! ill be there tomorrow!!! getting goosebumps as i type this.

 

[NSWCROW]

Told this story a few times here.

Byards rd Happy Valley SA 15 years ago
Driving one night about 1am , clear night , full moon , see a bloke walking same direction up ahead , wearing a robe.
1st thought is " senile old bloke gone walkabout "
Pull alongside , slow down and see bloke just walking staring up at the moon , he never looked at me or knew i was there.
Was a mates dad who'd passed away maybe a month earlier.
Same robe he wore around their house.
This was maybe 3 km away from where he lived ( he was headed in that direction too )

Another mate ( who'd never met the deceased ) went to my mates house and told me he saw a bearded man standing at the end of their hallway one day

 

[peternorth]

Told this story a few times here.

Byards rd Happy Valley SA 15 years ago
Driving one night about 1am , clear night , full moon , see a bloke walking same direction up ahead , wearing a robe.
1st thought is " senile old bloke gone walkabout "
Pull alongside , slow down and see bloke just walking staring up at the moon , he never looked at me or knew i was there.
Was a mates dad who'd passed away maybe a month earlier.
Same robe he wore around their house.
This was maybe 3 km away from where he lived ( he was headed in that direction too )

Another mate ( who'd never met the deceased ) went to my mates house and told me he saw a bearded man standing at the end of their hallway one day

shivers!!!

was anyone your mates dads house at the time?

 

[winty]

A personal story you might all be interested in. I have never known what to make of it.

Back in the mid 80s I was living in Hawthorn in vicinity of Power Street. On the day in question I had supermarket shopping to do and also had to buy a stamp to post an urgent bill payment.
My habit was to park my car in the small boutique supermarket car park ( this was on the south side of Burwood Rd on cnr of Power Street.) The post office was on the opposite side of Burwood Rd, half way down the hill (in the direction of Church St/Burwood Rd).

I got out of the car and decided to go to the post office first. Crossed at the lights, went down the hill, but when I walked in to the (small) office there was a queue, and not only that the person at the head of the queue had a whole heap of large mail that had to be individually weighed and assessed for overseas delivery. All I wanted was one stamp. Not being the most patient person in the world I immediately thought I'll go to the supermarket and come back later" As I moved to leave I was instantly frozen to the spot. I could not even speak. It was as though a glass cone had dropped over me. I wasn't even sure I was visible to the other people nin the post office. And a Voice was ringing loudly in my head: Don't move!

How ridiculous was that. Öf course I'm going to move, I thought. Immediately The Voice, louder"" "Don't movë". Danger".

Now I pride myself on being a rational person, and also a very wilful one. No voices mess with me! I took a couple of deep breaths, calmed down, and thought it through slowly and logically.

I thought: "Right outside this post office is a pedestrian crossing with lights. I am going to right now walk to the door, open it, go through, wait at the crossing for the lights to change then I will walk steadily across Burwood Road and up the hill to the supermarket. I will be safe.
The Voice, even louder: you will. not. move.
And I couldn't. Not a muscle. And by then I was feeling like a prize dill . So I gave in. Said to the Voice in my head: "okay, I won't go."

Instantly the paralysis evaporated. I could move, I knew I could speak again. I relaxed and then ...

There was a God Almighty c-r-a-a-s-h from right outside.

Dazed, I went to the door. A car had crashed through the plate glass windows of Phil Gude's electoral office on the other side of Burwood Rd. (For non Victorians, Phil Gude was deputy leader of Liberal Opposition in those days, a very well known Lib and my local member.

I stepped out onto the pavement and an onlooker pointed to where the car had come from. Parked on same side of road to me and post office, facing uphill, it had slipped the park and rolled silently backwards down the hill, crossing the pedestrian crossing probably dead centre. The camber of Burwood Road had carried it down and across to other side of road where it had built enough momentum to mount kerb and take out Gude's windows.

I realised straight away that the car, a silent killer, would most likely have collected me as I crossed the crossing, oblivious, in the delusion I was safe.

Well. I got myself to my car, forgot about my supermarket shopping, and stayed inside for two whole days!!!! A sadder and wiser person I have been ever since.

That happened nearly 30 years ago and nothing that I can see in my life since then has justified why spirits would have saved my life then. But someone or something did.

btw - the Phil Gude link was the detail that really stuck with me. If it hadn't been for that outcome and the publicity it generated I may well have ended up thinking I had imagined it all.

I had a similar experience happen to me once.

I used to work at the Geelong library, and every morning I used to have to cross at the lights on the corner of Gheringhap and Little Malop Streets near the Geelong Town Hall. Nearly every time I crossed, I usually anticipated the lights and crossed just as the lights would change. However, one morning for some reason it felt like I was stuck to the spot for a few seconds. It just so happened that morning a lady driving a 4 wheel drive just kept on going through the red light without stopping.

Obviously something or someone was looking out for me that day.

 

[NSWCROW]

shivers!!!

was anyone your mates dads house at the time?

You mean when i saw him ??
His remaining family ( wife and 2 sons ) i assume were home , was 1 in the morning.
but i've never spoken of it with them , not sure if i could ( or should )

 

[peternorth]

You mean when i saw him ??
His remaining family ( wife and 2 sons ) i assume were home , was 1 in the morning.
but i've never spoken of it with them , not sure if i could ( or should )

yeah when you saw him.

ok, so assuming he was on the way "home", wonder if the wife and sons saw him that night. that would be freaky!!

whether you speak to them about it is your decision. for the sake of this thread i hope you do

 

[Pie in the Sky]

I had a similar experience happen to me once.

I used to work at the Geelong library, and every morning I used to have to cross at the lights on the corner of Gheringhap and Little Malop Streets near the Geelong Town Hall. Nearly every time I crossed, I usually anticipated the lights and crossed just as the lights would change. However, one morning for some reason it felt like I was stuck to the spot for a few seconds. It just so happened that morning a lady driving a 4 wheel drive just kept on going through the red light without stopping.

Obviously something or someone was looking out for me that day.

I've had a few experiences driving through intersections getting a strong feeling to 'stop' even though I've had right of way, only to see a car blow through that would have hit me. I assume it's just my subconscious sensing that the car is driving too fast to stop even if I don't actually know that I've noticed it. Not sure if that's possible in your situation though, and it definitely doesn't seem to be in gurujane's story.

 

[Beerfish]

A few ouija board storys in this thread. I'll add mine. Staying at a school mate's house one Saturday night when I was 16 or 17. We tried to use a ouija board out of youthful curiosity. It was about 2am. Lights out, candle going. Now his "room" was really a converted games room that backed onto the garage so it was fairly close to the quiet suburban street the house was situated on. Anyway nothing was happening and we were just about ready to give it away when all of sudden from out the front of the house there was a sound like heavy footsteps at running gait. It sounded like someone running toward the house from the road. The footsteps stopped outside the house and were followed by the most bloodcurdling scream I've ever heard. It went for a good few seconds. Started quite high and then lowered in pitch until it died away to nothing. It started out sounding like a woman but sounded male by the time it faded away. I'll never forget it. Needless to say it was candle out, lights on. When we eventually plucked up the courage to go outside and have a look there was nothing there.

 

[peternorth]

OH MY GOD I KNOW THAT STREET!!!! ill be there tomorrow!!! getting goosebumps as i type this.

PL DIG will be hitting target in around an hour.....

 

[peternorth]

PL DIG will be hitting target in around an hour.....

hey DIG so rode past this morning. kid you not i keep looking at the street. i will never forget your experience now!

 

[peternorth]

last night reading this thread again - sucker for punishment - when one of my kids toy balls rolls down the hallway towards where i was sitting (tv room). basically from my POV the ball rolled from the right. i reckon i went white as a ghost (no pun intended) which is hard for me as im dark skinned.

the ball was moved by the air con. but i still shat brix

 

[DIG]

hey DIG so rode past this morning. kid you not i keep looking at the street. i will never forget your experience now!

Ha, cool, ride past in the middle of the night next time

 

[Yellow Feathers]

UFO one.

Geraldton, mid 2004.

Girlfriend's mother used to come over for coffee with my mum every afternoon and drive home at approx. 6pm. For about 3 days she was saying that she was seeing lights in the sky during the drive home- she lived in the country about 10km from town.

We didn't think much of it until one night she was about to drive home when she came back inside to inform us that the lights were there. I ran outside and there were four large orange lights in the middle of the sky. Each was about 3x the size of a large star and not flashing. The orange lights were moving around independently but in a general formation across the sky from East to West.

I called my best friend over who lived a few houses away, and within minutes we were both watching (along with the adults) the lights. I remember having a strange feeling like something wasn't right. Like they weren't supposed to be there.

Suddenly one of the lights seemed to "drop" and took off rapidly and disappeared. The other 3 lights kept moving across the sky until we could no longer see them.

There were numerous reports locally and even a small column in the newspaper by the end of the week. That was first and final time I would see them. I remember it clear as day and will never forget it.

There are many reports of these orange lights from around the world and the phenomenon is a very common form of UFO sighting.

 

[peternorth]

Ha, cool, ride past in the middle of the night next time

have ridden past it at night, around 9 i think. i was wearing sunnies so it felt darker. next time i roll past at night ill be watching.....

 

[TheStinger]

Someone should move the two old ghost threads here so I don't need to repost the backyard ghost photo for a third time...

 

[pantskyle]

Got a good one for you fellaz,
I understand I'm just some random on the internet but I assure you the following is true.

It happened to my sister, 2 years older than me, when she was 14. She went to an all girls private school in Brisbane. Walking back from swimming one day with the class she noticed a middle aged man waking at the the back of the group. Nobody else seemed to notice him, which she though was odd, because at an all girls school any random man will usually be met with plenty of stares and attention.

As the days and weeks went on she continued to see the same guy all around the school but nobody ever pointed him out or mentioned him. Then one day she say him standing at the back of her classroom. At this point she knew something definitely wasn't right. Nobody in the class could see this guy and yet here he was as clear as day. She would continually come home and tell my mother about him which is where I learnt of her encounters.

My mother didn't really know what to think and just out it down to hormones and the stress of high school. One day my sister got home from school very distraught and said that during her English lesson that day this man had appeared right next to her in the middle of class, and said to her 'tell them I didn't jump'.

At this point my mother for straight up, went to the cupboard and started rummaging through old photos. She came back with one in particular and showed my sister.

At this point it's worth noting that my sister is a very straight-shooter, she's never been a good lier nor actor and it's
Not in her nature to just make things up.

Upon seeing the photo she broke down in tears and was so clearly in distress. When she composed herself she said that the man in the photo was the guy she kept seeing to which my mother replied he was my mother's third cousin. He had schizophrenia and was found at the bottom of a cliff dead in Sydney years before my sister was born. They had all assumed he had committed suicide.

She saw him one more time after that day, at my grandmother's birthday later that year. During singing her happy birthday my sister froze up. She later told us that he had appeared behind my grandmother for a brief moment before disappearing.

I have never personally had any supernatural experience but this was enough to convince me that there is something else.

Genuine goosebumps.

 

[Save Ferris]

Hi everybody.I figure this is as good a way as any to get off the mark. So this happened . ...


Back when I was at Uni , I lived in a typical student share house. The house was a rambling old place with several bedrooms, a kitchen, two loungerooms and a bathroom.It was common knowledge that it was allegedly haunted by an old lady who had lived her entire life in the house and had died in my bedroom(lucky me!)
I was sharing the house with three girls and a guy and quite often late at night we could hear someone walking round the house checking that the doors were locked and the house was secure. Being fun loving students, we always assumed that it was another one of the housemates being funny but no one ever owned up to it. Someone suggested that it must be the ghost and that we should just let it be. From then on, whenever something strange happened, we put it down to "Nanna" as we christened her and tried hard to made her feel as welcome as possible.We set places for her at our drunken student dinner parties , made sure the house was locked and said good night before going to bed. Silly stuff really.

Our house and "Nanna" became quite well known at our University and all of us felt quite protective of her if we felt a visitor was making fun of her. We could still hear her doing her nightly checkup,but no one ever saw her.

The year ended and we decided that we should all head out for a night on the town to celebrate. Now as most guys will tell you, Girls always seem to take forever to get ready and it came as no surprise that they were still doing their hair as the taxi arrived and sounded its horn.

Us guys were in the backyard having a beer and before we could get to the door the Taxi drove off. Obviously we were a bit annoyed at this and had a bit of a go at the girls for not being ready. About ten minutes later, we were on the phone to the cab company to order another cab when the doorbell rang. Opening the door we found a cab driver. We asked him if he had been to the house before and his answer still sends chills down my spine.
"I got here about ten minutes ago but the old lady at the door told me you weren't quite ready and asked me to return in 10-15 minutes"

You could hear the thud as collectively our jaws hit the floor.

We decided not to go out that night, instead the five of us sat in the main lounge and had a few drinks with "Nanna" to thank her for making us welcome in her home.

After I moved out , I kept half an eye on the house and when I was close by would often detour to do a drive by "hi " to Nanna. The house was eventually, inevitably,demolished and some truly hideous townhouses now stand there. I still occasionally drive by, and I hope that Nanna is haunting the hell out of some shitty developer!

Thanks for reading.

 

[pantskyle]

Seems legit.

 

[STFU Donnie]

Are people familiar with the growing body of research linking paranormal experiences with ultralow frequency(infrasound)? I must admit I wasn't until I saw a doco on one of the Seven channels a couple of months ago.

Here are a couple of links:

http://mysteriousuniverse.org/2013/06/ghost-of-the-machine-sounds-in-the-paranormal/

http://www.examiner.com/article/infrasonics-paranormal-research

 

[peternorth]

Seems legit.

i noted with interest that our story teller had links to the website where one can assume he copied the story from. i quoted your post and copied same links in it for lulz.

i come back and...the post IS GONE!!!

 

[pantskyle]

i noted with interest that our story teller had links to the website where one can assume he copied the story from. i quoted your post and copied same links in it for lulz.

i come back and...the post IS GONE!!!

I know I liked that comment.

grizzlym what's up with that?

 

[Sublime]

The 2 different types of text in the post shows that its a cut and paste job anyway. This is assuming he wasn't the original author of the post too though...

 

[Kram]

It's a conspiracy.