I have, twice. In a span of a week.

I was around 12 years old.. in 2000, when I had first gotten my computer, and like many, I used to stay up until 5-7 AM in the morning on it. (ha, what'dyaknow, it's 5:22 AM here right now) I was in the kitchen, cooking some eggs probably.. and I turned around towards the doorway to the living room and saw a black figure walk across the open doorway. I know I saw something walking past.

A few days later, I was going to use the bathroom at around the same time.. when I saw something glowing white moving around through the crack of my Mom's bedroom door. I looked inside and saw nothing after that.

The house WAS really, really old (1930s probably) and it was a common thing to hear creaky floors and noises at nighttime. Maybe they were spirits that whole time.. who knows? But I know what I saw, and it will stick with me forever.

I really want to encounter a UFO one day, actually. That seems like good fun.

I've seen a few things that looked kinda weird. I guess I just never thought they were paranormal, just that I didn't know what they were.

the other day i saw my aunt's dog who died last week it was kind of nice though?

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From about when I was 8-10 I saw ghosts. Several times.

Were they real? I don't know, but it isn't relevant is it?

Whether or not they were real would not change the experience.

i saw a black 3D shadow person walk down the hallway of an apartment i lived in during college.

I use to see the same thing on a regular basis almost everywhere I went. I was terrified of them when I was little.

I saw this weird thing in the basement of the house i lived in while growing up. it was made of something the consistency of cake batter and sat on a bed down there.

Once I went to a house said to be haunted. There were two little girls who lived there, twins, and I walked by them on the way upstairs to my friend's room. As I passed the twins room, I heard what I thought was them playing and whispering to each other. Then I remembered I had just seen them downstairs and there was no way they could have passed me. I peered into the room but saw nothing.

Ghosts don't exposing themselves to me.

i saw kurt cobain in the relfect of a turn off television.
i saw an old lady.
i didnt saw but once i talked in the dark with a little girl.
i saw a door closing, it was really hard.
i saw a moving star, probably a UFO.

How is 1930s 'really really old'?

My mum's house is Edwardian, around 1900, and that isnt exceptionally old.

In fact, our whole road is from that time. See, that's why Americans should make houses out of bricks, so they actually last, and don't blow over in storms.

I saw a little boy at my window once. It was about 2 AM. At first I didn't pay much attention 'cause I thought it was me seeing things out of the corner of my eye, but then I glanced over again and he was still there. I just kept looking at him, he giggled, and "ran off"/disappeared. I got up and looked out the window thinking it might have been a little kid running around or something, but there was no one there. It was creepy, but suprisingly I wasn't afraid. Perhaps that is because it was a child. Who knows...


I also saw a UFO when I was really young. I don't know if UFOs are paranormal or not though...That scared the shit out of me and I've been afraid of UFOs/Aliens all my life. Haha.

among other things, i was chased out of new orleans by voices that were coming from the bathroom cieling fan.

the little round glowing orbs that folks seem to catch on film quite a bit.....saw those when I was very small.

I was in the restroom in the middle of the night. It was winter so a gas heater was lit next to the toilet. Gave off a bit of light. Not sure how old I was but I was small enough that my feel didnt' touch the bathroom floor while I sat on the toilet. I turned and looked at the doorway into the hall. Several of those little balls rolled slowly down the hallway past the door. They rolled past the door then came back and into the bathroom. I remember lifting up my feet because I was scared and didn't want them to touch me. Then they rolled back out.

how do you know it was a UFO?

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It was saucer shaped, it hovered above me and made no sound. I remember seeing lights on it. It seemed to come out of nowhere though, then again I hadn't been looking up the whole time. I'm not sure what made me look up, but all I remember is seeing it and getting scared shitless. I ran inside my house terrified and everyone asked me what was wrong. I told them and of course everyone tried telling me that it wasn't a UFO that it might have been an airplane...as if I didn't know the difference between the two. It was a really scary experience.

Yea I thought I saw a UFO once, but it was a helicopter's rotar blades uplit at night.

It looked EXACTLY like a flying saucer, even made an odd sound. I beleive the type of helicopter is called an Augusta, pointy nosed ones that rich people fly around in.

That must have been one of the scariest things that's happened to me.

A moving star?

In other words a light in the sky?

What on earth could it have been? Hmm, I can't think of anything with lights on that moves through the sky, it must have been a UFO.

Fucking hell, it really is the limit.

............. cake batter?

how big was it? how close above you did it hover? did it have windows?

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it wasnt me, but my nannas friend comes from ireland, and a couple of years he went back to visit all his old friends and family. anyway as he was drving from the airport he saw a guy he used to know on the side of the road, so he pulled up asked where he was going asnd gave him a lift. they spent the whole time talking about when they were young etc. Just before town his friend asked him to pull over and got out, so they parted ways. anyway when he finally reached his destination he told them hed just seen his old friend and they looked at him like he was nuts, apparently the guy had died last week and that morning there'd beena funeral.

pat isn't nutty either, he never believed in the paranormal before then.

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