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Serious Paranormal encounters, UFO sightings, ghosts, NDE'! Share them here! 😜
- Thread starter Astralnaut
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(G.O.A.T.) Tubemonkey
It takes two to orangutango
I foresee a Mega-thread in your future.
Nothing paranormal about that.
Nothing paranormal about that.
@Astralnaut why don’t you start things off - tell us about your paranormal experiences.
I once slept at my priests spooky old house i think it was haunted as i woke up with a sore arse
Only footage i can find that resembles what happend to me
Only footage i can find that resembles what happend to me
So mine's actually pretty unbelievable but I will tell it. So July 8th 2012 is when this happend. Around that time I was going through like a spiritual enlightenment period. Really introspective, able to self reflect in various perspectives just heightened awareness. I started to really tune into UFOs and the paranormal and get deep with life. I would go out and send a telepathic message just stand and just send a message in the sky.. did that for 6 months literally the time I was about to give up and be like what am I doing all the sudden. And I saw it coming through the trees it was a ball of light silent it was like I was looking at it through a lens and you couldn't it's like it didn't have an exact spot it's weird it was like a hologram projection and it just moved out slowly and then disappeared right in front of my eyes. We are not alone
Needed that laugh this morning!
This is my little community now! The only forum I am apart of. It's not just videos either it's like a whole community of people I can become friends with
Needed that laugh this morning!
We aren’t alone, but you are. Fking weirdo.
Lol don't knock it until you experience it yourself I'm telling you bro. The universe is mental it's all the mind bro and consciousness and there's beings out there that are so tuned in that they're literally in our minds
Totally radical maannnn
DokraOwl
Hooter
I was abducted by a sexy alien and we made an alien human hybrid baby and now it rules a planet somewhere.
Daddy?
DokraOwl
Hooter
My darling! ❤💝😄
Awaiting the Vultures
Well Known Member
I had a possible near death experience while I was in the back of an ambulance after I fell about 18' and almost died. Kinda just floated off and away from the ambulance and there was this creature/presence with me. I said I'm pretty sure I was supposed to go to the hospital and the creature thing said it's ok and then a bunch of weird stuff happened and maybe 20 minutes later I floated back into the ambulance. I told the paramedics about this and they said it was most likely just the ketamine
So, you basically dropped out of subjective reality, for fantasyville. Gotcha.
That sounds exactly like ketamine.
while i was in my bedroom, my mother called me from the kitchen for dinner. as i walked down the hallway towards the kitchen, an arm suddenly pulled me into the bathroom, and the door quietly closed. it was my mother. She whispered to me that she wasnt in the kitchen. the voice wasnt hers
DRAGONOVDEATH
Forum Veteran
Well I did not have a supernatural experience, I just fainted once and saw a creepy figure with a burnt face before I passed out but sure it was a hallucination.
You can't handle the truth!
I am a fan of Barry Allen (DC Universe or Silver Age Comics) and Jay Garrick (Golden Age Comics) for Superheroes and bought The Flash of Two Worlds Deluxe Edition. Does that count?
Honestly, I was expecting a Pornhub moment here, not a Paranormal event.
Think I would have preferred the pornhub moment.
i tell such stories in the darknet
one time during hunting season, I had something happen. It’s difficult to talk about, even to this day. But everyone here is upstanding and supportive, so I’ll try to tell my story:
This happened in NW Arkansas.
It was early morning in November, and cold. I’d gotten up before sunrise and drove out to our familiar hunting grounds. We’ve been coming to these woods for years, and knew them well. Deer modern rifle season had just started, and the deer were in the last few days of their rut. I had a good feeling about this morning.
I had loaded my tree climbing stand, but decided against it this morning. The wind was blowing a little bit, and in the stand I’d freeze my ass off from wind chill. No thanks. Instead I chose out a spot within a fallen tree root ball, the depression it made. It was good cover from the wind and I settled in to wait for daybreak. We still had about an hour before sunrise.
Sitting in the absolute dark in the forest changes your sensory perceptions. We heavily rely on our eyesight to confirm and validate what the other senses pick up. But not this morning. This morning I was alone, and could not see.
Normally this isn’t a big deal; I’ve hunted many years solo. You learn the sounds the forest makes. The smells you get acquainted with. But on this morning something was different.
I couldn’t put a finger on it, what felt ‘off’. The trees sounded the way they should, gently rustling in the breeze. The crisp autumn air smelled fresh and carried with it the smell of fallen leaves and mud and years of decaying wood.
Apart from everything being normal, something did not feel right. It’s that feeling you get when someone is staring at you from across a room, and you meet their gaze. It felt like something was looking at me in the darkness. Something I could not see nor hear nor smell. Yet.
NE Arkansas is relatively safe in the forest in autumn. Snakes have bedded down, spiders are hidden away from the cold. There’s bobcats and the occasional mountain lion, and very rarely a black bear is spotted.
I’d once heard that Native American hunters would not look directly at their prey. That the animal can feel your gaze. So they would teach their young to avert their eyes and look through the side of their vision. There is some veracity to this. Our eyes reflect light in ways we cannot see, but animals can. Staring right at them is like shining a flashlight in their direction.
This feeling was not attributed to any of notion of a wild animal looking at me. There was something else, I was sure of it. I scanned the darkness, peering through the inky blackness to try and spot anything amiss, or anything at all. Nothing.
I had my hunting rifle across my lap, a Remington 7mm-08. It’s a great deer round, and shoots flat. It puts medium size game down with ease.
Suddenly I felt I was outgunned by whatever was staring at me. I was convinced my rifle wouldn’t be enough to handle whatever it was in the darkness.
I also had my Sig .40 in a shoulder holster under my camouflage weather coat. I’ve always carried a pistol with me during hunting, in case we ever run afoul of the two legged variety. I unholstered it and kept it gripped against my chest. This provided more relief; now I felt ready to handle something at close range if need be. Like a mountain lion jumping down from a tree.
I wish this had been a mountain lion.
As I sat frozen in place, pistol in a death grip against my chest and scanning the darkness, I started to get whiffs of something. A somewhat familiar smell, and it took me a moment to realize what it was.
It smelled hot, like a steaming liquid of something familiar. Then it hit me - that is the smell of a gutshot deer. The year before my brother in law shot a doe through her gutsack, and the smell of hot blood mixing with offal and fresh intestines and stomach acids is very peculiar. You don’t forget it. I didn’t forget it this time, either.
Funny thing about sitting in the dark - the light is fluidly changing, but your eyes see things like shutters. If you focus for too long and then blink and rest, you will see it has grown lighter. I remembered this, so I tried to call my silently screaming nerves under control, and deliberately blinked heavy for a few seconds. To my relief, it was getting light. But this only began to illuminate the horror i was about to witness in front of me.
There in the fading dark, with perfect camouflaged coat was a doe on her side. Her back was to me, and she looked dead. Deer don’t sleep with their heads on the ground. Then I saw her move, just a slight twitch of her suspended forearm. And then I saw why.
Buried head deep into her gut abdomen was a creature unlike I’d ever seen before. It looked like a starving woman in body, with gaunt ribs clearly outlined under her nude skin.
She was hairless on her body, and her skin was a pale orange, almost exactly the color of the changing leaves. If she were standing montionless, I don’t know that I would be able to see her. She was that well blended in with the woods.
So now I’m wondering ‘what in the absolute hell is going on here?’ I am disbelieving what my eyes are showing me. She lifted her head from the doe, and that is when I saw her eyes. They were like holes of obsidian, but I could tell she was looking straight at me with those onyx stone eyes. Her face was smeared with blood, and her jaw was elongated and hinged far back. It made her mouth look huge and in a permanent grin. Her teeth were like daggers of carnage, all sharp and none for grinding food. These were the teeth of a carnivore and made for killing.
She had hair above her face, a wild black mane full of sticks and twigs and leaves. I hadn’t seen them until she’d raised her head, but atop her skull was a fully formed elk rack, over three ft long each side. It swooped up and back away from her face, and looked particularly well equipped to gore someone open with.
All of this assessment happened in seconds. The breakfast I had of toast and coffee felt like it was sitting at my Adam’s apple, and I couldn’t swallow it down. My pistol and rifle were forgotten - I was frozen with fear. I am not sure, but I don’t think I even breathed.
After what felt like an eternity of us locking our gaze upon each other, she suddenly stood up on her feet, hunched over her kill. With one hand she grabbed the deer by the neck, and then she sprinted backwards into the woods like nothing I’d ever seen before. Just as she bounded on top of a fallen tree she stopped and turned full around and looked at me again. Then she hopped down the other side and was gone.
———
I never did figure out what happened that morning. When I came to my senses I hightailed it out of there and it felt like it took forever to get to my truck. But I made it safely. I drove back into town and told my brother in law exactly this story. Of course he laughed at me; people always laugh when I tell this story. We drove out to the spot and I showed him the pile of deer blood, but never found any tracks or trail beyond that.
I have a sketch of my own rendition of what I saw that morning. I’ll have to find it and update the post if anyone is interested.
This happened in NW Arkansas.
It was early morning in November, and cold. I’d gotten up before sunrise and drove out to our familiar hunting grounds. We’ve been coming to these woods for years, and knew them well. Deer modern rifle season had just started, and the deer were in the last few days of their rut. I had a good feeling about this morning.
I had loaded my tree climbing stand, but decided against it this morning. The wind was blowing a little bit, and in the stand I’d freeze my ass off from wind chill. No thanks. Instead I chose out a spot within a fallen tree root ball, the depression it made. It was good cover from the wind and I settled in to wait for daybreak. We still had about an hour before sunrise.
Sitting in the absolute dark in the forest changes your sensory perceptions. We heavily rely on our eyesight to confirm and validate what the other senses pick up. But not this morning. This morning I was alone, and could not see.
Normally this isn’t a big deal; I’ve hunted many years solo. You learn the sounds the forest makes. The smells you get acquainted with. But on this morning something was different.
I couldn’t put a finger on it, what felt ‘off’. The trees sounded the way they should, gently rustling in the breeze. The crisp autumn air smelled fresh and carried with it the smell of fallen leaves and mud and years of decaying wood.
Apart from everything being normal, something did not feel right. It’s that feeling you get when someone is staring at you from across a room, and you meet their gaze. It felt like something was looking at me in the darkness. Something I could not see nor hear nor smell. Yet.
NE Arkansas is relatively safe in the forest in autumn. Snakes have bedded down, spiders are hidden away from the cold. There’s bobcats and the occasional mountain lion, and very rarely a black bear is spotted.
I’d once heard that Native American hunters would not look directly at their prey. That the animal can feel your gaze. So they would teach their young to avert their eyes and look through the side of their vision. There is some veracity to this. Our eyes reflect light in ways we cannot see, but animals can. Staring right at them is like shining a flashlight in their direction.
This feeling was not attributed to any of notion of a wild animal looking at me. There was something else, I was sure of it. I scanned the darkness, peering through the inky blackness to try and spot anything amiss, or anything at all. Nothing.
I had my hunting rifle across my lap, a Remington 7mm-08. It’s a great deer round, and shoots flat. It puts medium size game down with ease.
Suddenly I felt I was outgunned by whatever was staring at me. I was convinced my rifle wouldn’t be enough to handle whatever it was in the darkness.
I also had my Sig .40 in a shoulder holster under my camouflage weather coat. I’ve always carried a pistol with me during hunting, in case we ever run afoul of the two legged variety. I unholstered it and kept it gripped against my chest. This provided more relief; now I felt ready to handle something at close range if need be. Like a mountain lion jumping down from a tree.
I wish this had been a mountain lion.
As I sat frozen in place, pistol in a death grip against my chest and scanning the darkness, I started to get whiffs of something. A somewhat familiar smell, and it took me a moment to realize what it was.
It smelled hot, like a steaming liquid of something familiar. Then it hit me - that is the smell of a gutshot deer. The year before my brother in law shot a doe through her gutsack, and the smell of hot blood mixing with offal and fresh intestines and stomach acids is very peculiar. You don’t forget it. I didn’t forget it this time, either.
Funny thing about sitting in the dark - the light is fluidly changing, but your eyes see things like shutters. If you focus for too long and then blink and rest, you will see it has grown lighter. I remembered this, so I tried to call my silently screaming nerves under control, and deliberately blinked heavy for a few seconds. To my relief, it was getting light. But this only began to illuminate the horror i was about to witness in front of me.
There in the fading dark, with perfect camouflaged coat was a doe on her side. Her back was to me, and she looked dead. Deer don’t sleep with their heads on the ground. Then I saw her move, just a slight twitch of her suspended forearm. And then I saw why.
Buried head deep into her gut abdomen was a creature unlike I’d ever seen before. It looked like a starving woman in body, with gaunt ribs clearly outlined under her nude skin.
She was hairless on her body, and her skin was a pale orange, almost exactly the color of the changing leaves. If she were standing montionless, I don’t know that I would be able to see her. She was that well blended in with the woods.
So now I’m wondering ‘what in the absolute hell is going on here?’ I am disbelieving what my eyes are showing me. She lifted her head from the doe, and that is when I saw her eyes. They were like holes of obsidian, but I could tell she was looking straight at me with those onyx stone eyes. Her face was smeared with blood, and her jaw was elongated and hinged far back. It made her mouth look huge and in a permanent grin. Her teeth were like daggers of carnage, all sharp and none for grinding food. These were the teeth of a carnivore and made for killing.
She had hair above her face, a wild black mane full of sticks and twigs and leaves. I hadn’t seen them until she’d raised her head, but atop her skull was a fully formed elk rack, over three ft long each side. It swooped up and back away from her face, and looked particularly well equipped to gore someone open with.
All of this assessment happened in seconds. The breakfast I had of toast and coffee felt like it was sitting at my Adam’s apple, and I couldn’t swallow it down. My pistol and rifle were forgotten - I was frozen with fear. I am not sure, but I don’t think I even breathed.
After what felt like an eternity of us locking our gaze upon each other, she suddenly stood up on her feet, hunched over her kill. With one hand she grabbed the deer by the neck, and then she sprinted backwards into the woods like nothing I’d ever seen before. Just as she bounded on top of a fallen tree she stopped and turned full around and looked at me again. Then she hopped down the other side and was gone.
———
I never did figure out what happened that morning. When I came to my senses I hightailed it out of there and it felt like it took forever to get to my truck. But I made it safely. I drove back into town and told my brother in law exactly this story. Of course he laughed at me; people always laugh when I tell this story. We drove out to the spot and I showed him the pile of deer blood, but never found any tracks or trail beyond that.
I have a sketch of my own rendition of what I saw that morning. I’ll have to find it and update the post if anyone is interested.
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