bev
Has No Life - Lives on TB
I like that you walked up to a stranger and struck up a conversation, for whatever reason. That’s how you make friends. Next time, make sure you walk up to a woman.
OT/MISC What was THE most unusual thing that ever happened to you?
- Thread starter Walrus Whisperer
- Start date
An old guy walking up to a random woman and striking up a conversation out of the blue is usually seen as creepy, perhaps even stalking. The guy had an Oregon plate on his car. That’s why I talked to him.
SurvivalRing
Rich Fleetwood - Founder - author/coder/podcaster
Thusly? Last hours…not seconds…
Were all the shadows moving in the greenish hues? Meteor.
Was everything absolutely still in the greeny blackness? Aliens…
Either way…
Unless…pugs…
Then, RUN AWAY!!!
Rt=11s
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Bones
Living On A Prayer
At first, was the warm smell of Cleetus, rising up in the air? Up ahead in the distance, did you see a shimmering light? Did your head grow heavy and your sight grow dim?
Profit of Doom
Dismember
Some years ago, I had a colorful printed shirt, which I was wearing when a salesman came to the door wearing….
Blacknarwhal
Let's Go Brandon!
Dramatic reenactment of the night in question 3:56 video, relevant part starts at 2:45 and needs maybe 15 seconds.
bbbuddy
DEPLORABLE ME
That's called ball lightning. My dad said one floated down their chimney once when he was a kid, it floated through the living room then fizzled out.
Tundra Gypsy
Veteran Member
Met a gal years ago at a bridal shower for my daughter's friend. Diane and I hit it off and even met for lunch afterwards. We were both married to 'Brians' at the time. I lost contact with her because I divorced Brian and moved. Ten years later at another bridal shower for the same girl, I ask the mother about Diane. I got her e-mail address and soon we are chatting back and forth. She'd divorced her husband as well. Turns out we have some similarities. My birthday is in February, so is hers.
We both bought new vehicles months apart. New hubby and I bought an old log cabin in Montana, she married a guy who'd built their log home in CA. Then found out her hubby's name starts with a 'G.' My hubby's name starts with a 'G.'
I find out her hubby's birthday is in November; my hubby's birthday is in November! She had worked at a tax collector's office when we first met; I worked at a different tax collector's office a few years later.
It was getting too weird. I think she also has four grandkids like I do, and some other things in common.
Co-incidence? I don't know; just weird to me. We still exchange birthday cards to this day.
We both bought new vehicles months apart. New hubby and I bought an old log cabin in Montana, she married a guy who'd built their log home in CA. Then found out her hubby's name starts with a 'G.' My hubby's name starts with a 'G.'
I find out her hubby's birthday is in November; my hubby's birthday is in November! She had worked at a tax collector's office when we first met; I worked at a different tax collector's office a few years later.
It was getting too weird. I think she also has four grandkids like I do, and some other things in common.
Co-incidence? I don't know; just weird to me. We still exchange birthday cards to this day.
When younger, it was getting stuck 1,500' up in a hangglider
and not able to get down, till long after dark, related that story
not long ago here on another TB thread about flying adventures.
__________________
When older in 2002 I'd met most of the top Venezuela military staff;
Commanding General's of the army, air force, navy, national guard
and military academy and civil ministers down there, including the
head of Oni-Dex passport office, and Chavez personal presidential
airbus pilot Major Diaz, who had all quit him in disgust & protest just
the week before in late 2002. That Major Diaz I'd later helped sneak
out of V into Miama and set him up for debrief by FBI cause he had
delivered $1M to Taliban after 9/11 on Chavez orders. We also broke
that news in V and made front page newspapers every where there,,,
,,,but I could only get some internet coverage of it up here in the states.
http://www.wnd.com/?pageId=1659
AIM Report: Joe McCarthy Was Right
Freeper Reports from Ground Zero Venezuela...
While I was stunned to see the lack of interest by our major media and our govt back then, I did get confirmation later about unseen agenda's behind the scenes leaving us unintentionally, or not, vulnerable. Love to see some wikileaks to & from our U.S. embassy in Venezuela from back then, as they were clearly, contrary to popular belief, not supportive of Chavez being ousted then. (USA needed to assure uninterrupted fuel with upcoming Iraq invasion, was what we were later told privately by Congressional sources for hands-off regarding Chavez then.) Which was a terrible shame and lost opportunity, as popular sentiment in Venezuela then already had him packing his bags with plane waiting to take him to his prepared hacienda in Cuba. (I knew this for a fact because many still close to Chavez regime were giving hourly updates to top military who had recently resigned in protest.) If only Bush had come out and publicly added him to his short list of evil axis nations back then, he'd of been gone back in 2002, I have no doubt. Just international coverage and outrage of his support of Taliban after 9/11 would have done it, he was that close to leaving, one foot out the door. All our future problems with Chavez regime, and now Madura, would need not to of been.
Anyways, funniest thing was one day Major Diaz and I drove to the airport to see what security was looking like cause I needed to try and leave in a couple days and also at the same time the whole country was shutdown in a general strike protest against Chavez. While there he got me in to see the custom presidential airbus, though we did not board it. He just wanted to point out how long it took Chavez to walk up the many steps and to point out he'd do so alone and at the top he'd usually stop to look and wave and his point was he's quite exposed up there. Then the major points out the apts off to the right where he said any above the fourth floor provide a clear shot and then he pointed out behind us the grassy high area next to the highway and what a good clear shot that'd be, too. Yes, a 'grassy knoll'. I just shook my head, said I wasn't that guy, but would pass it on if I met him.
Those were heady days, Chavez really had one foot out the door and we were helping the new admin that would be to become. Because all these top officials had quit him, we were getting the goods with documentation of many Chavez doings at the time, that I can share this much here: his bringing in Russian arms and Libyan Katushka missiles & technicians, funneling Middle Easterners through their Oni-Dex citizen registration process before issuing them Venezuelan passports on there way to North America, depositing 4.5 billion $'s with China who was doing more business with them now than the rest of South & Central America combined, Venezuelan govt envoys visiting, consorting & praising N Korea, Chavez first head of state to visit Iraq in supporting Saddam Hussein after first Iraq war, then receiving secret C-130 shipments from Iraq (that SH wanted out of Iraq & Chavez wanted in V.) right before last Iraq war. Chavez trading arms for narcotics with Colombian narcoterrorists FARC/ELN. And, of course, Castro was his mentor and Chavez was Cuba's essential oil source. And, one of Castro's bio-weapons facility with technicians was shipped to Venezuela. Oh, yeah, did I also mention Chavez had been for years pushing France to release 'Carlos the Jackal', brother of Raphael Ramirez, Chavez's former Minister of Energy & Mines and current President of PDVSA, to Venezuela to 'serve out' his prison term there.
Never boring...
____________________
Going all lock & loaded into Katrina New Orleans with my,
at the time, high school aged boys, detailed here on TB2K...
Just got back from New Orleans...
____________________
Got some sailing adventures, too, and even some business
hurry up rush 'adventures' with the WH and FEMA but...
That's enough for now...
Panic Early, Beat the Rush!
- Shane
and not able to get down, till long after dark, related that story
not long ago here on another TB thread about flying adventures.
__________________
When older in 2002 I'd met most of the top Venezuela military staff;
Commanding General's of the army, air force, navy, national guard
and military academy and civil ministers down there, including the
head of Oni-Dex passport office, and Chavez personal presidential
airbus pilot Major Diaz, who had all quit him in disgust & protest just
the week before in late 2002. That Major Diaz I'd later helped sneak
out of V into Miama and set him up for debrief by FBI cause he had
delivered $1M to Taliban after 9/11 on Chavez orders. We also broke
that news in V and made front page newspapers every where there,,,
,,,but I could only get some internet coverage of it up here in the states.
http://www.wnd.com/?pageId=1659
AIM Report: Joe McCarthy Was Right
Freeper Reports from Ground Zero Venezuela...
While I was stunned to see the lack of interest by our major media and our govt back then, I did get confirmation later about unseen agenda's behind the scenes leaving us unintentionally, or not, vulnerable. Love to see some wikileaks to & from our U.S. embassy in Venezuela from back then, as they were clearly, contrary to popular belief, not supportive of Chavez being ousted then. (USA needed to assure uninterrupted fuel with upcoming Iraq invasion, was what we were later told privately by Congressional sources for hands-off regarding Chavez then.) Which was a terrible shame and lost opportunity, as popular sentiment in Venezuela then already had him packing his bags with plane waiting to take him to his prepared hacienda in Cuba. (I knew this for a fact because many still close to Chavez regime were giving hourly updates to top military who had recently resigned in protest.) If only Bush had come out and publicly added him to his short list of evil axis nations back then, he'd of been gone back in 2002, I have no doubt. Just international coverage and outrage of his support of Taliban after 9/11 would have done it, he was that close to leaving, one foot out the door. All our future problems with Chavez regime, and now Madura, would need not to of been.
Anyways, funniest thing was one day Major Diaz and I drove to the airport to see what security was looking like cause I needed to try and leave in a couple days and also at the same time the whole country was shutdown in a general strike protest against Chavez. While there he got me in to see the custom presidential airbus, though we did not board it. He just wanted to point out how long it took Chavez to walk up the many steps and to point out he'd do so alone and at the top he'd usually stop to look and wave and his point was he's quite exposed up there. Then the major points out the apts off to the right where he said any above the fourth floor provide a clear shot and then he pointed out behind us the grassy high area next to the highway and what a good clear shot that'd be, too. Yes, a 'grassy knoll'. I just shook my head, said I wasn't that guy, but would pass it on if I met him.
Those were heady days, Chavez really had one foot out the door and we were helping the new admin that would be to become. Because all these top officials had quit him, we were getting the goods with documentation of many Chavez doings at the time, that I can share this much here: his bringing in Russian arms and Libyan Katushka missiles & technicians, funneling Middle Easterners through their Oni-Dex citizen registration process before issuing them Venezuelan passports on there way to North America, depositing 4.5 billion $'s with China who was doing more business with them now than the rest of South & Central America combined, Venezuelan govt envoys visiting, consorting & praising N Korea, Chavez first head of state to visit Iraq in supporting Saddam Hussein after first Iraq war, then receiving secret C-130 shipments from Iraq (that SH wanted out of Iraq & Chavez wanted in V.) right before last Iraq war. Chavez trading arms for narcotics with Colombian narcoterrorists FARC/ELN. And, of course, Castro was his mentor and Chavez was Cuba's essential oil source. And, one of Castro's bio-weapons facility with technicians was shipped to Venezuela. Oh, yeah, did I also mention Chavez had been for years pushing France to release 'Carlos the Jackal', brother of Raphael Ramirez, Chavez's former Minister of Energy & Mines and current President of PDVSA, to Venezuela to 'serve out' his prison term there.
Never boring...
____________________
Going all lock & loaded into Katrina New Orleans with my,
at the time, high school aged boys, detailed here on TB2K...
Just got back from New Orleans...
____________________
Got some sailing adventures, too, and even some business
hurry up rush 'adventures' with the WH and FEMA but...
That's enough for now...
Panic Early, Beat the Rush!
- Shane
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Codeno
Veteran Member
Your story reminded me of something similar. Quite a few years ago, I ran into a friend of my brother's at a club one night and he introduced me to his sister. We hit it off immediately and dated for quite awhile pretty seriously, but never tied the knot. She was ex-military, a little older than me, very savvy and at times as mysterious as she was open at other times, but she always held just a little bit back.
She was constantly redecorating, putting things out and other things away, so there was usually a new look to her place, and different items here and there. I went by to pick her up one night and she wasn't quite ready, so I was waiting in her front room when I saw a photo of myself that she had trimmed up and put on a small piece of nice wood, kind of a decoupage thing. I was looking back over my shoulder in the photo, in my trademark faded jean jacket and long hair, but I didn't recognize the location.
The more I looked at it and tried to remember when and where she had taken the picture, the more it intrigued me, and when she came out I asked her where we had been when she took the photo. She said "That's not you."
I was gobsmacked and it took some prying, but eventually she told me that she had had a "type" of man for years, that she kept an eye out for wherever she had been in the world, and I was a ringer for one of her exes, the man in the photo. Just a coincidence that I knew her brother a bit, and we were ever introduced. She had set out the picture just to see my reaction, or whether or not I would even realize that it wasn't me in the first place, which I didn't.
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Pancakes45
Contributing Member
I was in a motel in Oklahoma City in 1998 when an F-5 tornado hit the motel. I was on the second floor when it hit. I dove in the bathroom and wedged myself between the tub and sink. The tornado sheared off the floor and only left the two walls that I was wedged against. They had to get a hook and ladder truck to get me down.
Landcruiser
Contributing Member
...Ah, Getting Married... there is no way this is normal....
23 years so far
23 years so far
Marseydoats
Veteran Member
Not me - but an acquaintance. She was at a NASCAR race and had on a t-shirt from her home town (like 5 states away) This drunk walked up to her and said, "Hey, how crazy! I'm from there!" And she said, "I know, I was married to you for 7 years."
willowlady
Veteran Member
I would guess the most unusual thing that ever happened to me was the day JFK was murdered. My folks had taken me out of school to go shopping down below (LA area) for fall/winter clothing. We were in an extremely busy mega-store and my folks were at the in-store jewelry county looking at a replacement diamond for her wedding ring. I wandered over to the TV sets and there was Walter Cronkite reporting on the situation in Dallas. I thought my folks should know (JFK hadn't yet been declared dead), so I walked over to where they were and said, "The President's been shot." They paid no attention until I repeated three times, at which point my dad looks at me and says, "What did you say?" I said it again and told them it was on TV. My mom, dad and the jeweler all took off towards the TVs, leaving a tray full of diamond rings on the glass case. Wow! I wandered over to the checkstands and started repeating the message. Very soon all the checkstands were empty of people, piles of various things left on the belts, even a couple of cash drawers left open. That's when I learned just how weird people are. I never got close to TVs again, but Cronkite had said it was a head shot and I figured it was a done deal. The store was empty within an hour, and we, too were headed home. And, no, I didn't swipe a thing. It was all just too weird.... Dumb me.
West
Senior
LightEcho
Has No Life - Lives on TB
Them stinkin little greys have no sense of humor and just do what they are instructed so don't blame them.
Mid 1960's lived in Des Moines. One evening friends were over and my dh got a call from work that he needed to make a delivery 200+ miles away. It was snowing like crazy but even so friend's dh and my dh take off. Sometime later I hear my dh's voice calling my name. I stopped what I was doing and listened to see if I'd hear it again when my friend said aren't you going to answer him. Well, the snow had stopped, and it was a full moon so outside was bright as daylight, so we went and looked out -- no dh -- not only that there were absolutely no car tracks or footprints in the snow anywhere. We were both freaked out. No explanation ever came to us. Still, we both clearly heard my dh's voice calling my name.
Chicken Mama
Veteran Member
Hmm, could it have been the multitude of times I was driving through a town for the very first time and hubby says *We need gas" or some such, and I say turn left at the next light and two blocks down on the right is a gas station." Though I'd never been there before. This happens all the time.
Or when my parents moved out of a 4-family house into a home miles away when I was 2 months old, and in discussion 5 yrs ago I told mom the exact layout of the 4-family including paint colors and furniture.
Life's been "interesting ".
Oddly these aren't even the strangest events.
Or when my parents moved out of a 4-family house into a home miles away when I was 2 months old, and in discussion 5 yrs ago I told mom the exact layout of the 4-family including paint colors and furniture.
Life's been "interesting ".
Oddly these aren't even the strangest events.
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Fairwillows
Where I am supposed to be.
Dopplegangers!!!???
FollowTruth
Phantom Lurker
In the '70s when my son was 7 or 8 he woke up one morning quite upset due to a dream he had just before waking up. As he told me his dream I realized that it was the same dream I had had just prior to waking up. Our dreams were about a school bus upside down in a water filled ditch and the bus had frightened children inside, some of whom drowned in the water.
Later that night on the evening news was a story from the other side of the country (we were on the west coast) the news story was exactly what we had dreamed.
This son also dreamed about the planes and the World Trade Center towers of 9/11 the night before it happened.
Later that night on the evening news was a story from the other side of the country (we were on the west coast) the news story was exactly what we had dreamed.
This son also dreamed about the planes and the World Trade Center towers of 9/11 the night before it happened.
Ractivist
Pride comes before the fall.....Pride month ended.
Thats a great lesson. If you can do all that, you can fly in a pinch.
Terriannie
Has No Life - Lives on TB
My strangest time was when I saw an alien or creature.
I was 15 visiting my ailing grandfather and step grandmother in Raleigh, NC. One evening a distant (12 yr.old) cousin of mine invited me to go gigging frogs with him in the pond behind Grandaddy's house. Having never been or exposed to anything like gigging frogs before, I said yes, so we set out at dawn before dark on a small boat with a tralling motor and light in front.
Just as he started shining his light on the shore to look for frogs, we heard a splashing noise down the shore a bit and we could see a dark figure crouched down at the edge of the water dipping it's hands and drinking. Shining his light towards it, the thing looked up with shining yellow, almond shaped eyes, stood up super tall, bald and skinny, with long arms and legs. In one instant it jumped with one leap over tall bushes behind it and disappeared.
To say the least we looked at each other scared out of our minds and put, put, putted as fast as that little boat went back to the main house.
Of course we told his parents and my grandparents what happened and of course they laughed at the story and our "imaginations."
That night before bed, I went to the refrigerator for snacks where I heard some noise at the door at the side by the fridge which was wide open with only a glass storm door closed. Since I was on the other side, I hurriedly without being seen, slammed the door shut and locked it. Not disturbing my grandfather I went to my step grandmother to report the noise when again she said I was probably over excited from earlier so I shouldn't worry as they were well protected.
Next morning when we woke up she opened the kitchen door she saw what was making the noise. There were finger shaped mud marks all over the glass of the storm door from top to bottom. Evidently, aliens/creatures don't know how to push a button and pull, because it was UNLOCKED and it could have grabbed me just as I was getting my Honeybun!
I was 15 visiting my ailing grandfather and step grandmother in Raleigh, NC. One evening a distant (12 yr.old) cousin of mine invited me to go gigging frogs with him in the pond behind Grandaddy's house. Having never been or exposed to anything like gigging frogs before, I said yes, so we set out at dawn before dark on a small boat with a tralling motor and light in front.
Just as he started shining his light on the shore to look for frogs, we heard a splashing noise down the shore a bit and we could see a dark figure crouched down at the edge of the water dipping it's hands and drinking. Shining his light towards it, the thing looked up with shining yellow, almond shaped eyes, stood up super tall, bald and skinny, with long arms and legs. In one instant it jumped with one leap over tall bushes behind it and disappeared.
To say the least we looked at each other scared out of our minds and put, put, putted as fast as that little boat went back to the main house.
Of course we told his parents and my grandparents what happened and of course they laughed at the story and our "imaginations."
That night before bed, I went to the refrigerator for snacks where I heard some noise at the door at the side by the fridge which was wide open with only a glass storm door closed. Since I was on the other side, I hurriedly without being seen, slammed the door shut and locked it. Not disturbing my grandfather I went to my step grandmother to report the noise when again she said I was probably over excited from earlier so I shouldn't worry as they were well protected.
Next morning when we woke up she opened the kitchen door she saw what was making the noise. There were finger shaped mud marks all over the glass of the storm door from top to bottom. Evidently, aliens/creatures don't know how to push a button and pull, because it was UNLOCKED and it could have grabbed me just as I was getting my Honeybun!
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The problem is that there’s so much control lag that a novice like myself kept increasing control input. Then a couple seconds later, when the movement began, I’d overcontrolled. Very disconcerting.
The other thing that took me by surprise is how long it takes from engine start to being ready to take flight. In an absolute pinch, five minutes would be enough, but ten would be more accurate. And having to engage the clutch to transfer engine power to the rotors of course slowed the engine and would in fact kill it (like dumping the clutch on a car), so I had to engage for a bit, disengage for a bit (to let the engine speed recover) then re-engage. Rinse and repeat until the rotors were at full idle/direct connect.
After that day, I just laughed at the movies where they jump into a helo and five seconds later they’re airborne.
Ractivist
Pride comes before the fall.....Pride month ended.
Great thread... I've had my moments as well, lots of premonitions as a kid and young adult. The kind that pop up in real time, just in time. Sixth sense?
About six or so years ago I was laying in bed in the evening. I had dozed off. The TV was on a religious channel. I woke up, and within a split second the announcer stated my name and the prophetic show began. I woke up an instant prior, and clearly heard my name as my eye's focused on the show. It was like a watchmen on the wall thing. It was a show I had wanted to catch, but fell off twenty minutes prior. Crazy, but very real.
Missed a deer once. I was travelling about seventy miles an hour in my 69 Mach One. What a muscle car, 428 Cobra Jet, bright red, black enterior. Deer showed up in my lights at about twenty yards...four lane highway, two on my side. I was passing a volkswagen just as the deer lit up. It was facing left to right. I saw it squat...I felt a buffet of air, I looked over at the driver of the volkswagen, and he looked back. No idea if the deer went between us, or over him.....it just disappeared. My one year old was in the passenger seat......could of been ugly. Lasted a second or less.
Once hit a golf ball off the tee. It hit a piece of six inch PVC sticking up from the ground to the left, about forty yards out. A bit of work was going on. The ball bounced back and I caught it in the air and placed it back on the existing tee. Tell me the odds.
I was flying a very nice radio control airplane, Zlin Acrobat with a seven foot wingspan, with a 120 fourstroke at a party, putting on a show. I was coming in for a landing, bringing the plane toward me, making a turn under power lines and dropping it in front of me. A young man, autistic who worked for me freaked out and ran directly across my landing strip as I made the final turn...it was all very tight flying. My two year old daughter followed him. The prop, a composite prop APC, sharp as a knife, hit her..............directly in her diaper and killed the engine, her body bowed into a backward C, on that thirteen inch prop....she could have died had that prop made meat contact.....inches.. Whole thing, maybe one point five seconds.
Memories are flooding back....love this thread.
About six or so years ago I was laying in bed in the evening. I had dozed off. The TV was on a religious channel. I woke up, and within a split second the announcer stated my name and the prophetic show began. I woke up an instant prior, and clearly heard my name as my eye's focused on the show. It was like a watchmen on the wall thing. It was a show I had wanted to catch, but fell off twenty minutes prior. Crazy, but very real.
Missed a deer once. I was travelling about seventy miles an hour in my 69 Mach One. What a muscle car, 428 Cobra Jet, bright red, black enterior. Deer showed up in my lights at about twenty yards...four lane highway, two on my side. I was passing a volkswagen just as the deer lit up. It was facing left to right. I saw it squat...I felt a buffet of air, I looked over at the driver of the volkswagen, and he looked back. No idea if the deer went between us, or over him.....it just disappeared. My one year old was in the passenger seat......could of been ugly. Lasted a second or less.
Once hit a golf ball off the tee. It hit a piece of six inch PVC sticking up from the ground to the left, about forty yards out. A bit of work was going on. The ball bounced back and I caught it in the air and placed it back on the existing tee. Tell me the odds.
I was flying a very nice radio control airplane, Zlin Acrobat with a seven foot wingspan, with a 120 fourstroke at a party, putting on a show. I was coming in for a landing, bringing the plane toward me, making a turn under power lines and dropping it in front of me. A young man, autistic who worked for me freaked out and ran directly across my landing strip as I made the final turn...it was all very tight flying. My two year old daughter followed him. The prop, a composite prop APC, sharp as a knife, hit her..............directly in her diaper and killed the engine, her body bowed into a backward C, on that thirteen inch prop....she could have died had that prop made meat contact.....inches.. Whole thing, maybe one point five seconds.
Memories are flooding back....love this thread.
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Fairwillows
Where I am supposed to be.
A bunch of Catholic girls have a slumber party. What could go wrong? Arlene and Ivette moved to the VA Hospital center housing development from Puerto Rico. The property the hospital was built on belonged to generations of Indians and was "bought" in 1680 by Lord Baltimore. By WW1, it became a Veterans hospital with a huge psychiatric ward on 18 acres.
Arlene had the slumber party. Pizza, soda, henhouse cackles and fun. Arlene's sister had painted a huge oil painting of a Spanish young girl front and center and behind her this LARGE flower that overtook the entire background of the portrait. Someone said let's have a seance! Oh, yay for peer pressure. We all hold hands, dim the lights and someone started calling on JFK to appear. We continued holding hands. To this day I don't know which one of them was calling for JFK. Nothing happened, more food and giggles. Finally at 2am, Arlene's mom said we should get in our sleeping bags and settle down. We were 12 yrs old. All was going well, until something started banging on her cellar door which was in the kitchen. There was only one way down there and that was via the door in the kitchen. The banging became louder and more fierce. We're all in the kitchen standing in front of the door, some are crying, some are screaming, Ivette started praying. The banging stops, girls are still sobbing. Back to our sleeping bags,no one can stop talking. Ivette stands up and screams, "She's trying to get out. She''s trapped in the picture and she's trying to get out" (Looking at Arlene's sisters oil painting). We all rush to the portrait, I can still see that portrait in my mind right now. The little girl indeed now seemed to have her hands pressed against the picture, like she was trying to "get out" (her hands were like that before this, but no one referenced it as "trying to get out".
More sobbing, crying and hugging. Arlene's mom comes down the steps to the living room, everyone goes quiet. Her mom says "just checking on you, you're being so quiet"!!!! ummm QUIET??? Next day we all eat breakfast, discussing wth happened. No way we were telling Arlene's Catholic mother that we had a seance in her house!!!. We all agree that we should tell Sister Catherine at school on Monday.
Chomping at the bit for school to open we rush to tell the Nun the story. She listens, she's quiet. Stern faced she says Do not EVER tell anyone the story that you just told me....ever!!! and walks away. Confused and kinda crushed, the events of that night faded in history. But I still remember!!!!
Arlene had the slumber party. Pizza, soda, henhouse cackles and fun. Arlene's sister had painted a huge oil painting of a Spanish young girl front and center and behind her this LARGE flower that overtook the entire background of the portrait. Someone said let's have a seance! Oh, yay for peer pressure. We all hold hands, dim the lights and someone started calling on JFK to appear. We continued holding hands. To this day I don't know which one of them was calling for JFK. Nothing happened, more food and giggles. Finally at 2am, Arlene's mom said we should get in our sleeping bags and settle down. We were 12 yrs old. All was going well, until something started banging on her cellar door which was in the kitchen. There was only one way down there and that was via the door in the kitchen. The banging became louder and more fierce. We're all in the kitchen standing in front of the door, some are crying, some are screaming, Ivette started praying. The banging stops, girls are still sobbing. Back to our sleeping bags,no one can stop talking. Ivette stands up and screams, "She's trying to get out. She''s trapped in the picture and she's trying to get out" (Looking at Arlene's sisters oil painting). We all rush to the portrait, I can still see that portrait in my mind right now. The little girl indeed now seemed to have her hands pressed against the picture, like she was trying to "get out" (her hands were like that before this, but no one referenced it as "trying to get out".
More sobbing, crying and hugging. Arlene's mom comes down the steps to the living room, everyone goes quiet. Her mom says "just checking on you, you're being so quiet"!!!! ummm QUIET??? Next day we all eat breakfast, discussing wth happened. No way we were telling Arlene's Catholic mother that we had a seance in her house!!!. We all agree that we should tell Sister Catherine at school on Monday.
Chomping at the bit for school to open we rush to tell the Nun the story. She listens, she's quiet. Stern faced she says Do not EVER tell anyone the story that you just told me....ever!!! and walks away. Confused and kinda crushed, the events of that night faded in history. But I still remember!!!!
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PghPanther
Has No Life - Lives on TB
My beloved Lori was born on 7-10-58 and she passed away from ALS on 7-31-20.
Ever since her passing I keep a daily count of the days.
........and on her birthdate anniversary in 7-10-22 it had been 710 days since she had been gone.
........and on the 2 year anniversary of her death on 7-31-22 it had been 731 days since she passed.
Ever since her passing I keep a daily count of the days.
........and on her birthdate anniversary in 7-10-22 it had been 710 days since she had been gone.
........and on the 2 year anniversary of her death on 7-31-22 it had been 731 days since she passed.
JMG91
Veteran Member
Wow. This reminds me of something that happened to me and my mother years ago. We were sitting watching a Kelly Clarkson music video--A Moment Like This--on a church day. (We had decided to play hooky that day and not go.) When we reached the end of the music video, suddenly, this voice yelled out from the speakers, "GO TO CHURCH!" We both sat there in shock, then looked at each other, replayed the video, and the words weren't on there this time. Needless to say, we went to church that day.
Codeno
Veteran Member
Just wanted to say what a car, but that I'm not jealous or envious of your having owned one at all.
Not one bit, nope, not me. Transportation. Point A to point B and all that.
Pebbles
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I was in 8th grade. My friends and I went to a private Christian school. My friends came over and I got out an old Ouija board. I couldn't find the stylus so I found a glass beaker from my brother's chemistry equipment. We asked a bunch of questions, like who we would marry etc. We were getting bored and starting making fun of the stylus at which point it flew off the board and smashed itself on the floor. We were all wide eyed and ran out of the room.
Thirty years later I ran into one of the girls. First think she said after hello was, do you remember when we did the Ouija board and the thing flew off and smashed itself? She further said she talked to another girl who was there that day and that girl also talked about what happened that day.
It was very creepy and none of us have fooled with the Ouija board since that day.
Thirty years later I ran into one of the girls. First think she said after hello was, do you remember when we did the Ouija board and the thing flew off and smashed itself? She further said she talked to another girl who was there that day and that girl also talked about what happened that day.
It was very creepy and none of us have fooled with the Ouija board since that day.
JMG91
Veteran Member
Wow. That sounds like the scene before the big reveal in a serial killer movie.
Pebbles
Veteran Member
I was about 12 and I had gone up stairs to my bedroom and as I turned down the hallway I say a doll dressed like a harlequin leaning up against the wall. It was a brief flash and then it was gone. It was one of those Patty Play Pal dolls, they were like 3 feet tall.
I ran downstairs to tell my mom. Her response was that she had seen the former owner who had died a few times over the years. Mom said the first time she had seen Mr. Davenport she was sitting, drinking her morning coffee, looking out the big window in the dining room. He appeared dressed in a suit from the knees up. My mom heard him say in her head, "I used to like sitting and looking out the window with my coffee too." Mom saw him a few times, he was very mellow and she felt no evil.
We spent our childhood remodeling that old house. When I last asked Mom about Mr. Davenport she said the last time she saw Mr. Davenport was when we were remodeling the bathroom. She said she could tell he was pleased with all the work we had done to the house.
I ran downstairs to tell my mom. Her response was that she had seen the former owner who had died a few times over the years. Mom said the first time she had seen Mr. Davenport she was sitting, drinking her morning coffee, looking out the big window in the dining room. He appeared dressed in a suit from the knees up. My mom heard him say in her head, "I used to like sitting and looking out the window with my coffee too." Mom saw him a few times, he was very mellow and she felt no evil.
We spent our childhood remodeling that old house. When I last asked Mom about Mr. Davenport she said the last time she saw Mr. Davenport was when we were remodeling the bathroom. She said she could tell he was pleased with all the work we had done to the house.
Pebbles
Veteran Member
HA, actually Dennis, my Mom and Dad were cat people, so it is possible.
PghPanther
Has No Life - Lives on TB
Oh crap I forgot about this one............................this is insane.
1976 summer I'm let's see.......22 yrs old at the time.........I'm at a party at a friends place. I was to go there with a buddy of mine but he was running late so got there alone and there was at least 50 people there.
So I'm in this large living room area at the far end of the room by myself and they had a connecting kitchen area on the other side of the room with a lot of people on that side of the living room and in the kitchen.
I'm standing there while everyone is drinking and a stereo is blasting away music (Peter Frampton Comes Alive) and then suddenly I look into the crowd and standing there is a girl looking right at me as if she was oblivious to everyone else around her. She was about medium height but had long black straight hair all the way down to her waist and the greenest eyes I have ever seen. She was startling beautiful and had an hour glass build beyond belief. Simply the best looking women I have ever seen up to that point in my life.
She stares over at me.........and then motions with her hand to come towards her.............so I start to walk from the far side of the room toward her and as soon as I do she motions with her hand and mouth "stop".........and then says with her hand and voices with her mouth "I will come to you"
So she walks up to me.......and then motions to a sliding door in the living room to an outside balcony.........at this point I'm close enough to her to hear what she is saying through the noise and music..........she says, "Come lets go out on the balcony away from everyone and the noise".
So we walk out on the balcony and she says to me, "Hello I'm Claire and I saw you from across the room and I must meet you"
I said......"Really?.......why.....what for"?
and I go to say my name but she stops and and says........"I know you are Michael"
The she said....."I'm a clairvoyant and I have this overwhelming urge to read your hand"
She told me......."Give me your hand" (I forget which one now but think it was my right hand)
So I held it out and then she processed to say..........."This is your heart line and this is your life line..............I see from your heart line you will be challenged with a heart issue in your early 50s............"
Me being a fitness guy I replied, "What do you mean??"
Then she motioned with her finger "shhh" and with a slight smile kept reading.
"The heart problem will heal.........because SHE will heal it"
"She"?? I said.........."whose she"?
and then she told me............"your soul mate"
"uhh???........whose my soul mate......what do you mean?.......how does she heal me"?? - I replied
Then she said "you will survive and continue on.........your life line gets sketchy in your late 80s but still shows you alive"
Then I said, "What happens to my soul mate?"
She says........."Shhh"........with her finger to her mouth........then lets go of my hand and said, "Wait here don't move"
and she proceeds to go back in the house but watching me the whole time smiling away.
So I stood there and she went back into the kitchen into the crowd and like in the movie Field of Dreams she just winked out in the crowd like the ballplayers did when they walked into the corn stalks.
So you understand I was completely sober........I had no drinks and had not taken any drugs during this encounter.
So after she just "disappeared" I ran back in the house into the kitchen area looking for her and she was no where to be found. I started asking everyone around in the kitchen area if they saw her and by the way I described her every guy in the place said, "man I would for sure be tracking a babe like that and there was no one who even looked close to what you described"
After being dumbfounded about it all for about 20 mins looking around the place my buddy shows up............he looks at me and says "My God you are as white as a ghost what happened?"
I told him about the encounter which profoundly impacted him because he knew me to be trustworthy and level headed.
Now here is where it all gets strange...........over the years that incident just seem to fade in the background. Worse yet as my memory faded over the decades I wasn't sure if that actually happened or if it was all just something I dreamed that I think happened but didn't.
A few years later I asked my buddy about that encounter and he said, "yes I remember you telling me what happened after I got to the party late and it was strange as hell"
Ironically life took my buddy down a different path soon after I asked him to recall that and we never saw each other again..........
Fast forward about 30 years..............
When I turned 52 I had a heart issue (afib) which was devastating in its initial episodes I was dealing with and within a week of having that issue I met my Lori and over time the whole heart thing settled down (finding out it was an infection in wisdom teeth I had removed that inflamed the lining for a while) but my joy of being with Lori made forget about it all and to this day I'm fine.
I never recalled during my time with Lori to even tell her about that encounter in fact I had complete forget that until one night after Lori had passed it came rushing back to me............
But I do remember from time to time over the decades wondering about if that was real or a dream........
Now here is the situation that just bugs me.......
1) Did that actually happen for real in 1976?
2) or was it a dream back long ago..........even the part where I see my friend years later and ask him about that could have actually been part of that dream as well?....or even the years later I claim to remember it......was that part of the dream too?
Being the kind of rationalist I am I attribute the whole thing to a dream that I confuse with reality due to how long ago it happened. But yet I still remember thinking of it from time to time over the years from when I was 22 and my memory claims it happened......or dreamed I thought that.
If its one or the other of the above option above......the simple thing is it predicted the future in an uncanny manner and still leave me in a baffling mystery of how they could be....whether it was reality or just a dream and predicting the future nevertheless.
Or is all of what I just explained a dream that happened recently..........even my recall of it over the years?
That would make sense but I'm lost in if it was real or a dream..............and if a dream if it was long ago or recent.
One thing I need to do is to try to find my buddy and ask him does he remember that incident.........if he would say no then I can attribute it to a dream and try to figure out when in my life I dreamed that........
on the other hand................
if he would say yes all these years later???
ouch@!!!
Thoughts anyone?
1976 summer I'm let's see.......22 yrs old at the time.........I'm at a party at a friends place. I was to go there with a buddy of mine but he was running late so got there alone and there was at least 50 people there.
So I'm in this large living room area at the far end of the room by myself and they had a connecting kitchen area on the other side of the room with a lot of people on that side of the living room and in the kitchen.
I'm standing there while everyone is drinking and a stereo is blasting away music (Peter Frampton Comes Alive) and then suddenly I look into the crowd and standing there is a girl looking right at me as if she was oblivious to everyone else around her. She was about medium height but had long black straight hair all the way down to her waist and the greenest eyes I have ever seen. She was startling beautiful and had an hour glass build beyond belief. Simply the best looking women I have ever seen up to that point in my life.
She stares over at me.........and then motions with her hand to come towards her.............so I start to walk from the far side of the room toward her and as soon as I do she motions with her hand and mouth "stop".........and then says with her hand and voices with her mouth "I will come to you"
So she walks up to me.......and then motions to a sliding door in the living room to an outside balcony.........at this point I'm close enough to her to hear what she is saying through the noise and music..........she says, "Come lets go out on the balcony away from everyone and the noise".
So we walk out on the balcony and she says to me, "Hello I'm Claire and I saw you from across the room and I must meet you"
I said......"Really?.......why.....what for"?
and I go to say my name but she stops and and says........"I know you are Michael"
The she said....."I'm a clairvoyant and I have this overwhelming urge to read your hand"
She told me......."Give me your hand" (I forget which one now but think it was my right hand)
So I held it out and then she processed to say..........."This is your heart line and this is your life line..............I see from your heart line you will be challenged with a heart issue in your early 50s............"
Me being a fitness guy I replied, "What do you mean??"
Then she motioned with her finger "shhh" and with a slight smile kept reading.
"The heart problem will heal.........because SHE will heal it"
"She"?? I said.........."whose she"?
and then she told me............"your soul mate"
"uhh???........whose my soul mate......what do you mean?.......how does she heal me"?? - I replied
Then she said "you will survive and continue on.........your life line gets sketchy in your late 80s but still shows you alive"
Then I said, "What happens to my soul mate?"
She says........."Shhh"........with her finger to her mouth........then lets go of my hand and said, "Wait here don't move"
and she proceeds to go back in the house but watching me the whole time smiling away.
So I stood there and she went back into the kitchen into the crowd and like in the movie Field of Dreams she just winked out in the crowd like the ballplayers did when they walked into the corn stalks.
So you understand I was completely sober........I had no drinks and had not taken any drugs during this encounter.
So after she just "disappeared" I ran back in the house into the kitchen area looking for her and she was no where to be found. I started asking everyone around in the kitchen area if they saw her and by the way I described her every guy in the place said, "man I would for sure be tracking a babe like that and there was no one who even looked close to what you described"
After being dumbfounded about it all for about 20 mins looking around the place my buddy shows up............he looks at me and says "My God you are as white as a ghost what happened?"
I told him about the encounter which profoundly impacted him because he knew me to be trustworthy and level headed.
Now here is where it all gets strange...........over the years that incident just seem to fade in the background. Worse yet as my memory faded over the decades I wasn't sure if that actually happened or if it was all just something I dreamed that I think happened but didn't.
A few years later I asked my buddy about that encounter and he said, "yes I remember you telling me what happened after I got to the party late and it was strange as hell"
Ironically life took my buddy down a different path soon after I asked him to recall that and we never saw each other again..........
Fast forward about 30 years..............
When I turned 52 I had a heart issue (afib) which was devastating in its initial episodes I was dealing with and within a week of having that issue I met my Lori and over time the whole heart thing settled down (finding out it was an infection in wisdom teeth I had removed that inflamed the lining for a while) but my joy of being with Lori made forget about it all and to this day I'm fine.
I never recalled during my time with Lori to even tell her about that encounter in fact I had complete forget that until one night after Lori had passed it came rushing back to me............
But I do remember from time to time over the decades wondering about if that was real or a dream........
Now here is the situation that just bugs me.......
1) Did that actually happen for real in 1976?
2) or was it a dream back long ago..........even the part where I see my friend years later and ask him about that could have actually been part of that dream as well?....or even the years later I claim to remember it......was that part of the dream too?
Being the kind of rationalist I am I attribute the whole thing to a dream that I confuse with reality due to how long ago it happened. But yet I still remember thinking of it from time to time over the years from when I was 22 and my memory claims it happened......or dreamed I thought that.
If its one or the other of the above option above......the simple thing is it predicted the future in an uncanny manner and still leave me in a baffling mystery of how they could be....whether it was reality or just a dream and predicting the future nevertheless.
Or is all of what I just explained a dream that happened recently..........even my recall of it over the years?
That would make sense but I'm lost in if it was real or a dream..............and if a dream if it was long ago or recent.
One thing I need to do is to try to find my buddy and ask him does he remember that incident.........if he would say no then I can attribute it to a dream and try to figure out when in my life I dreamed that........
on the other hand................
if he would say yes all these years later???
ouch@!!!
Thoughts anyone?
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mzkitty
I give up.
PghPanther
Has No Life - Lives on TB
I saw a shapeless black shadow thing one night as a child while in bed trying to go to sleep and it was in the shape of Godzilla...........no joke, not trying to be smart here......it really was.......so I hid under the covers.