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What part of NC are you from?!?! Ya'll ain't the only ones to see that.
Have you ever seen anything creepy?
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What part of NC are you from?!?! Ya'll ain't the only ones to see that.
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I'm from the foothills, Cleveland county to be exact & I've seen it myself.
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That is insane. Hairs on the back of my neck are standing. You wonder about these cryptids and urban legends and all when so many people have seen the same thing independently. Explanations could be anything from simply undocumented nature to supernatural and paranormal.
Lots of people, all from different cultures, have reported waking up and seeing that shadowy figure sitting on their chests, preventing them from breathing, screaming, or moving. It happened to me once, but it was just a dream, so it was probably suggested to me because I was thinking of it earlier that day. That green grinning man could very well be suggested too, since he's been written about on the Internet. Or he could be real. Or collective consciousness might be am actual thing. This thread is awesome.
Edit: Went back a bit to catch up on this thread... McGrain and dougo83 both talk about that same shadow thing.
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Let me start by saying, I know this is from sleep deprivation.
I was on my way home from overseas for some R&R, I had been awake for no less than 3+ days (I can't sleep on planes and I had just finished a QRF rotation). Anyway, I was at LAX splashing some water on my face in the bathroom when I looked up in the mirror and saw what looked like an 8 foot tall black shadow standing behind me. No features, just the silhouette of a large man. I spun around so fast I fell on the floor. There was nothing behind me, just thin air. Thought I was going to have a freaking heart attack. Made me wonder if these so called mothman sightings could be related to sleep deprivation. Also I realized my effective time without sleep is about 72 hours, before things start to get weird.
I was on my way home from overseas for some R&R, I had been awake for no less than 3+ days (I can't sleep on planes and I had just finished a QRF rotation). Anyway, I was at LAX splashing some water on my face in the bathroom when I looked up in the mirror and saw what looked like an 8 foot tall black shadow standing behind me. No features, just the silhouette of a large man. I spun around so fast I fell on the floor. There was nothing behind me, just thin air. Thought I was going to have a freaking heart attack. Made me wonder if these so called mothman sightings could be related to sleep deprivation. Also I realized my effective time without sleep is about 72 hours, before things start to get weird.
My dad was a wonderful father. From an early age, we spent countless hours together wandering the woods near our rural home, fishing, hunting, etc. One of our favorite pastimes was hunting the arowheads that littered our part of Tallapoosa County, Alabama. He was also the one who instilled in me a lifetime love affair with knives. He died 11 years ago at age 85.
It was my first solo visit to his grave after the funeral. It was a brisk spring day, the kind he loved. His grave was near the back of the cemetary near a cleared area of seveal acres that the church had recently purchased for cemetary expansion. Beyond the field was a hardwood hollow where he and I once liked to hunt squirrels. As I stood at the grave mourning, a flash of white caught my eye. Out of the hardwoods a white, discarded plastic bag tumbled on the wind from the woods and across the field. I automatically reacted like dad would have, walking across the field on a path to intercept and take the litter with me. I walked up to the moving bag and stepped on it to stop it. As I bent over and picked it up, there under the bag lay what most would call a broken arrowhead, but it really was about a 2-1/2 inch stone knife blade.
Coincidence? Maybe, but I choose to consider it a comforting message that everything was all right. Since hen I have scoured that find numerous times and have never found another artifact.
It was my first solo visit to his grave after the funeral. It was a brisk spring day, the kind he loved. His grave was near the back of the cemetary near a cleared area of seveal acres that the church had recently purchased for cemetary expansion. Beyond the field was a hardwood hollow where he and I once liked to hunt squirrels. As I stood at the grave mourning, a flash of white caught my eye. Out of the hardwoods a white, discarded plastic bag tumbled on the wind from the woods and across the field. I automatically reacted like dad would have, walking across the field on a path to intercept and take the litter with me. I walked up to the moving bag and stepped on it to stop it. As I bent over and picked it up, there under the bag lay what most would call a broken arrowhead, but it really was about a 2-1/2 inch stone knife blade.
Coincidence? Maybe, but I choose to consider it a comforting message that everything was all right. Since hen I have scoured that find numerous times and have never found another artifact.
Wow, thats a good ways away. And you saw a small green grinning man with pointy teeth. Please tell me more about the sighting cause this is the first time Ive ever talked to someone else who saw him. I tried looking online but the only thing you find is the grinning man which is supposed to be really tall and reported around ufo sighting and this doesn't seem to follow that. I think the one I saw was closer to a leprechaun or something, very pointy features and quite terrifying it seemed.
Sleep paralysis?
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sleep_paralysis
This has been discussed earlier in this thread. Apparently, things like this aren't unheard of or uncommon.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sleep_paralysis
This has been discussed earlier in this thread. Apparently, things like this aren't unheard of or uncommon.
I am back in.
I grew up in Alabama and spent a lot of nights as a teenager running the roads. Hanging out in the woods where there were old slave graves. Having a glass of lemonade in prattville in the living room of a man with thousands of crosses in his yard. sneaking into an abandoned cotton gin at 2 in the morning. Etc.
I went to a small high school with some really smart guys doing all this craziness. Some of them have gone way off the reservation. One close friend who was class president had a mental break in college, has moved to costa rica and refuses contact and won't return home. His mom died and his little sister had her first child a week later and he wouldn't come home. Recently his dad was arrested for molesting a kid in the YMCA.
Another good high school friend married a native American woman 20 years our elder who is reportedly a shamen and they lived in Colorado. He came home and ambushed his parents on thanksgiving killing them both in a very graphically detailed manner. This is a well off family. His parents were intelligent, gifted people. its easy proof with a google search : Brent springford
I feel lucky to be alive every day and to have come out of it all okay. The three of us were close. They broke. I didn't. Aint life grand?
So one quick one. My wife is a firm believer in ghosts. We rented a house in salt lake city last year built in 1910. Big beautiful house unfinished basement. There were some old cabinets and a small closet in the basement where I kept some guns. I was down there one evening and opened the closet. I had the most vivid sensation that a girl or small woman had been put in the closet and tortured. It hurt my soul. I wasn't scared and didn't run away but could feel pure suffering. During the year it happened twice more. After we had been there for a while ( and this had happened) my wife was coming down the stairs and felt a presence in the basement. She bolts up the stairs. I had never told her about my experience as I didnt want to play into"ghosts". She told me what happened and then I told her mine. Wow.
A few weeks before we move out we are talking to a neighbor who is raving about what a great job they did renovating our rental house and how amazing it is that it used to be abandoned, and homeless people were in it, doing crack in the basement, where one of them overdosed. I literally almost vomited in my mouth.
A few weeks later when we are moving out I notice on the inside of the closet door in pencil "there will be no way out." I was the only one left as my family had already left. I spent the night at a friends house.
I have ignored the voice in my head a few times and it almost cost me dearly. There is so much we simply don't understand about how this world works and how we are wired. I sure as s#%t listen now. The fact that you can feel another's pain and suffering and know something went down is mind boggling.
I grew up in Alabama and spent a lot of nights as a teenager running the roads. Hanging out in the woods where there were old slave graves. Having a glass of lemonade in prattville in the living room of a man with thousands of crosses in his yard. sneaking into an abandoned cotton gin at 2 in the morning. Etc.
I went to a small high school with some really smart guys doing all this craziness. Some of them have gone way off the reservation. One close friend who was class president had a mental break in college, has moved to costa rica and refuses contact and won't return home. His mom died and his little sister had her first child a week later and he wouldn't come home. Recently his dad was arrested for molesting a kid in the YMCA.
Another good high school friend married a native American woman 20 years our elder who is reportedly a shamen and they lived in Colorado. He came home and ambushed his parents on thanksgiving killing them both in a very graphically detailed manner. This is a well off family. His parents were intelligent, gifted people. its easy proof with a google search : Brent springford
I feel lucky to be alive every day and to have come out of it all okay. The three of us were close. They broke. I didn't. Aint life grand?
So one quick one. My wife is a firm believer in ghosts. We rented a house in salt lake city last year built in 1910. Big beautiful house unfinished basement. There were some old cabinets and a small closet in the basement where I kept some guns. I was down there one evening and opened the closet. I had the most vivid sensation that a girl or small woman had been put in the closet and tortured. It hurt my soul. I wasn't scared and didn't run away but could feel pure suffering. During the year it happened twice more. After we had been there for a while ( and this had happened) my wife was coming down the stairs and felt a presence in the basement. She bolts up the stairs. I had never told her about my experience as I didnt want to play into"ghosts". She told me what happened and then I told her mine. Wow.
A few weeks before we move out we are talking to a neighbor who is raving about what a great job they did renovating our rental house and how amazing it is that it used to be abandoned, and homeless people were in it, doing crack in the basement, where one of them overdosed. I literally almost vomited in my mouth.
A few weeks later when we are moving out I notice on the inside of the closet door in pencil "there will be no way out." I was the only one left as my family had already left. I spent the night at a friends house.
I have ignored the voice in my head a few times and it almost cost me dearly. There is so much we simply don't understand about how this world works and how we are wired. I sure as s#%t listen now. The fact that you can feel another's pain and suffering and know something went down is mind boggling.
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Im stationed in Fort Myer, VA and part of my job (military police) is to patrol arlington national cemetery. On my first night out there a couple of the other patrols mentioned getting creeped out in a section where a lot of confederate soldiers were buried. I'm not very superstitious so I decided to go out there and check it out at about 0200 or 0230 am. I'll be damned if it didn't hit me like a baseball bat. You can't even pass through the road there without getting the chills. So I parked and decided to wait it out,deciding that I was only getting the feeling because of the warnings I had gotten. 5 minutes in, the dome light in my patrol car went out by itself, so I think
"well the army doesnt exactly take great care of these cars and they are all '07 or earlier" 10 minutes after that my warning light for the hood being open went off which was totally impossible because my hand was anywhere near the switch. The feeling gets stronger. Finally, after being parked for about half an hour the trunk pops completely by itself, but the light doesnt turn on and the bell noise doesnt go off. Instinctively I reach for the door handle, to go close the trunk but I pause and a little voice in my head says
"if something or someone wanted you out of your car, this would be a REALLY good way to do it".
I don't think the speedometer reached under 50mph the entir time on my way out. -Andrew
"well the army doesnt exactly take great care of these cars and they are all '07 or earlier" 10 minutes after that my warning light for the hood being open went off which was totally impossible because my hand was anywhere near the switch. The feeling gets stronger. Finally, after being parked for about half an hour the trunk pops completely by itself, but the light doesnt turn on and the bell noise doesnt go off. Instinctively I reach for the door handle, to go close the trunk but I pause and a little voice in my head says
"if something or someone wanted you out of your car, this would be a REALLY good way to do it".
I don't think the speedometer reached under 50mph the entir time on my way out. -Andrew
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What you saw is considered a type of fey. While it is indeed real it's unlikely it is actually physical. Most sightings of this sort are of astral/multi-dimensional entities which can briefly appear to manifest physically or are seen very clearly in the mind's eye. They are not actual physical beings that you can successfully track, hunt, or capture. The one which interacted with you was malicious, but weak, and likely limited to a specific region. I'd be interested in hearing the folklore associated with this particular green fellow as well.
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This is a pretty cool thread. It seems, in my experience anyway, that in America we tend dismiss stuff like this very easily or explain it away as imagination or something. In every other country I have been in this isn't the case. In Korea especially, nothing weird was dismissed or explained away. I had grown adults tell me to be careful of "the bog hag". An old woman who would come up and be rude to you. If you were rude back she would flay the skin off your body and eat you but if you were nice she gave you a wish or something. It has been nearly 10 years since I heard the story so the details escape me. In Iraq they also don't blow stuff off. I scared a guy so bad one night he told me later, through the 'terp, that he thought I was a Jinn. A desert demon or something. In Germany and Kosovo they are the same way. They seem to believe in this stuff as if it was as natural as breathing. I have found that once you open yourself up to this stuff it seems like you notice a lot more.
The creepy story I will share is one that happened to me and a friend of mine. I have seen weird stuff in every country I have been and the more I see and the more I believe in weird stuff the more I see and the cycle continues...anyway. I'm a Combat Arms Specialist in the AF. Part of our job is instruction and qualification on weapons systems. One night around 2000 we were finishing up with a qual and it was just me and this friend. We were standing in the yard just talking and enjoying the night kind of decompressing. Anyway, we both started feeling off. We got nervous and felt like something was wrong. Apprehensive. So we decided to go back in the shop and finish everything up. We got done about 2200 and were about to head home. We opened the door and it felt like ice cold water rushing over us. It was like apprehension, terror and that feeling of impending doom so intense that it left us speechless. Our vics were about 50 feet away so we decided to run. We made it about half way there and we both slammed to a stop. About 25 feet off to our right next a storage and supply shed stood a person. Well, it looked like somebody covered in oil. After a few seconds the thing just wasn't there and it looked like somebody had spilled oil and it was running along the wall of the shed. Literally on the wall it looked like oil spreading after being spilled except it was actually moving across it. It got to the edge of the shed and dropped to the ground and continued out into the field. We finished our sprint and took off. We told the rest of our shop the next day and they put it off to sleep dep. But I have never seen people see the same thing at the same time on sleep dep. Later on one of the guys we work with came to us and told us he had seen the same thing one night when he came back to grab something he forgot. It scared him so bad he took off without even going into the building and refused to be in the building after dark. Just thought I would share that, like I said I have experienced something in every country I have been in and find this stuff fascinating.
On the topic of the gut feeling I agree 100%. Anytime I get a weird feeling I follow it. I'm pretty sure it has saved my life more than once. An example of this is in my career field. As I said before one our jobs is qualification. It seems that after you have done this awhile you get a sixth sense when someone is about to do something stupid with a weapon. We wear red hats on the range for ID and I have seen all the hats turn in one direction to look at one person a few seconds before they decide to put their hand in front of the weapon, or turn with the weapon in their hand. I can't explain how it feels other than like a pull to look in "this" direction. Usually right at someone. I am the habit now that when I feel it I side step before I turn cause the last time it happened I turned just in time to see a female shooter turning and pointing her weapon at me saying, "It's not working." Thankfully, it was an easy fix, put the damn thing on fire and keep it down range. Anyway just one of those little things I thought I would share with you guys.
The creepy story I will share is one that happened to me and a friend of mine. I have seen weird stuff in every country I have been and the more I see and the more I believe in weird stuff the more I see and the cycle continues...anyway. I'm a Combat Arms Specialist in the AF. Part of our job is instruction and qualification on weapons systems. One night around 2000 we were finishing up with a qual and it was just me and this friend. We were standing in the yard just talking and enjoying the night kind of decompressing. Anyway, we both started feeling off. We got nervous and felt like something was wrong. Apprehensive. So we decided to go back in the shop and finish everything up. We got done about 2200 and were about to head home. We opened the door and it felt like ice cold water rushing over us. It was like apprehension, terror and that feeling of impending doom so intense that it left us speechless. Our vics were about 50 feet away so we decided to run. We made it about half way there and we both slammed to a stop. About 25 feet off to our right next a storage and supply shed stood a person. Well, it looked like somebody covered in oil. After a few seconds the thing just wasn't there and it looked like somebody had spilled oil and it was running along the wall of the shed. Literally on the wall it looked like oil spreading after being spilled except it was actually moving across it. It got to the edge of the shed and dropped to the ground and continued out into the field. We finished our sprint and took off. We told the rest of our shop the next day and they put it off to sleep dep. But I have never seen people see the same thing at the same time on sleep dep. Later on one of the guys we work with came to us and told us he had seen the same thing one night when he came back to grab something he forgot. It scared him so bad he took off without even going into the building and refused to be in the building after dark. Just thought I would share that, like I said I have experienced something in every country I have been in and find this stuff fascinating.
On the topic of the gut feeling I agree 100%. Anytime I get a weird feeling I follow it. I'm pretty sure it has saved my life more than once. An example of this is in my career field. As I said before one our jobs is qualification. It seems that after you have done this awhile you get a sixth sense when someone is about to do something stupid with a weapon. We wear red hats on the range for ID and I have seen all the hats turn in one direction to look at one person a few seconds before they decide to put their hand in front of the weapon, or turn with the weapon in their hand. I can't explain how it feels other than like a pull to look in "this" direction. Usually right at someone. I am the habit now that when I feel it I side step before I turn cause the last time it happened I turned just in time to see a female shooter turning and pointing her weapon at me saying, "It's not working." Thankfully, it was an easy fix, put the damn thing on fire and keep it down range. Anyway just one of those little things I thought I would share with you guys.
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That is due to cultural differences. The United States is unique in they way they simply and flatly deny things as "ignorant superstition" or "hallucinatory delusions." Members of our culture very quickly learn to ignore what they're seeing, ignore their intuition, and cling to established dogma -- whether that be religious or scientific. Every other nation is more open about the unexplained. Even the Soviets and the Brits acknowledge there is something going on that is not fully understood. Official policy is: "No such things have ever been proven and anyone who says otherwise is obviously mistaken, lying, or deluded and cannot be trusted in any position of responsibility."
On the other hand, a long time ago I used to interact with a number of folks in what is sometimes referred to as the "New Age" community . . . and once you stop talking to various leaders and authors and actually meet a few of the people attending their courses and buying their books their level of wide-eyed, credulous, naivete is truly terrifying. Seriously, don't drop too much acid or you'll end up a forty-something hippie who thinks she's a Lakota medicine man who can channel Isis. So yeah, there are a lot of really scary-stupid people out there discrediting rational discussion into these matters with every word they say. But just because the government wants everyone to be quiet about it and the New Agers can't shut up about it does not mean that something very real is going on. Only no-one seems to actually know what, exactly, is going on.
On the other hand, a long time ago I used to interact with a number of folks in what is sometimes referred to as the "New Age" community . . . and once you stop talking to various leaders and authors and actually meet a few of the people attending their courses and buying their books their level of wide-eyed, credulous, naivete is truly terrifying. Seriously, don't drop too much acid or you'll end up a forty-something hippie who thinks she's a Lakota medicine man who can channel Isis. So yeah, there are a lot of really scary-stupid people out there discrediting rational discussion into these matters with every word they say. But just because the government wants everyone to be quiet about it and the New Agers can't shut up about it does not mean that something very real is going on. Only no-one seems to actually know what, exactly, is going on.
Sleep paralysis is common. Hallucinations are also common when lacking oxygen. I am a naturalist: if nature can't explain it, then I don't believe it. "Cryptids" are an interesting prospect, though I tend to believe that they all have natural explanations or don't exist(potentially hoaxes). There are too many naturally evil and creepy things that exist without having to muddle everything with the supernatural. The "creepy" feeling people describe is just something developed through evolution-similar to the reaction you get when you get close to the edge of the bed. These subconscious feelings develop through evolution to help keep you alive. When humans were prehistoric, the reaction that comes as you get close to falling off of the bed developed as a result. Humans are very sensitive to electromagnetic fields given off by any source-geological, perhaps-the feeling of not belonging in a given area may arise from this. Or, perhaps you are overthinking a situation. I know when I go into an area that is restricted I get a feeling of vertigo just for the slightest second. The human mind is relatively unexplored because of this it is very necessary to evaluate everything you see or hear. I always operate on the old saying: believe only half of what you see and none of what you hear.
I have no direct tales of creepy-ness. I have felt the feeling of not belonging and typically I attempt to rationally explain that feeling. I am not saying that I ignore that feeling in any capacity; I just try to understand why I am having that feeling at that particular time in that particular place. Typically, any creepy-ness that I feel extends from the thought that undesirable human beings may be occupying my current space without my knowledge. For instance: I parked a significant distance from class and off of campus-I refused to pay the absurd parking prices-and I had rather late classes(9:00-11:45). The mile or so to my car was always sparcely populated on the walk back at near midnight. I parked under a bridge, next to a cemetary. The area around campus-Univeristy of Nevada, Reno for reference if anyone knows the area-is in the second most crime-riddled ward in the Reno-Sparks area. Keep in mind, Nevada is ranked as the third most dangerous state in the Union; largely due to Vegas. Lately, downtown Reno and the University area have been riddled with violent crime due to an influx of people from California-population growth, not 'violent' Californians. The University campus is a haven for homeless people due to its close proximity to downtown. When walking to my car one night, I clearly caught a glimpse of something in the corner of my eye; it was movement. As I clambered into my car, I looked beyond the roof and saw four or so homeless guys camped out in the graveyard. My issue with this is that there is plenty of shelter before you reach the cemetary-which is quite secluded compared to the rest of the shelters. From then on, I always felt as though there were homeless men watching me approach my car. I hate the feeling of control-loss, so me not knowing whether or not they were around is what was creepiest to me. During the day I can at least see them coming. I know, not the creepiest of things, but it's all I have.
I have no direct tales of creepy-ness. I have felt the feeling of not belonging and typically I attempt to rationally explain that feeling. I am not saying that I ignore that feeling in any capacity; I just try to understand why I am having that feeling at that particular time in that particular place. Typically, any creepy-ness that I feel extends from the thought that undesirable human beings may be occupying my current space without my knowledge. For instance: I parked a significant distance from class and off of campus-I refused to pay the absurd parking prices-and I had rather late classes(9:00-11:45). The mile or so to my car was always sparcely populated on the walk back at near midnight. I parked under a bridge, next to a cemetary. The area around campus-Univeristy of Nevada, Reno for reference if anyone knows the area-is in the second most crime-riddled ward in the Reno-Sparks area. Keep in mind, Nevada is ranked as the third most dangerous state in the Union; largely due to Vegas. Lately, downtown Reno and the University area have been riddled with violent crime due to an influx of people from California-population growth, not 'violent' Californians. The University campus is a haven for homeless people due to its close proximity to downtown. When walking to my car one night, I clearly caught a glimpse of something in the corner of my eye; it was movement. As I clambered into my car, I looked beyond the roof and saw four or so homeless guys camped out in the graveyard. My issue with this is that there is plenty of shelter before you reach the cemetary-which is quite secluded compared to the rest of the shelters. From then on, I always felt as though there were homeless men watching me approach my car. I hate the feeling of control-loss, so me not knowing whether or not they were around is what was creepiest to me. During the day I can at least see them coming. I know, not the creepiest of things, but it's all I have.
Do you think that people who subscribe to supernatural explanations, or seek discourse regarding the matter, are in the minority? Americans in general are a superstitious group of people. You're also wrong regarding the British. The vast majority of people in Britain-excluding the Irish-tend to deny the supernatural entirely. The majority of Russians were rural folk until the mid 1900s. The majority of city-dwelling Russians also deny the supernatural. The rural-dwelling Russians were not exposed to any of the scientific advancements of the era because most of them had no electricity or even any contact with people outside of their familial circle.
You talk about belief in the supernatural and how people who believe, or discuss it seriously, are alienated and "not put into positions of power". Many presidents have reported hauntings in some of the Nation's most famous buildings. They discuss sightings of ghost cats in the halls beneath the White House, or president Lincoln haunting the Lincoln bedroom.
Do we need to even venture into the countless-probably millions-of reports of Civil War battleground, jail, or fort hauntings? Look at the huge followings shows about the supernatural garner. Likewise, look at the giant crowds that flock to the "Paranormal Activity" films. The supernatural and mythological is celebrated in America-perhaps, more than anywhere else in the world excluding societies still existing in the stone are. Groups from different cultures have brought their superstitions with them. There are probably still old school crowds in Boston that discuss fairy circles. I grew up in a family that has no Irish relations beyond old family friends, and several of my family members actively believe in Leprechauns.
I am not trying to be an a** hole on this one. I am simply wondering where you got your information. If it was from observation, then the areas you have observed and the things you have seen regarding this topic seem to be very limited.
On a similar thread a few years back, I mentioned how a then-girlfriend of mine in Taiwan and I experienced a creepy haunting while spending the night in a dorm at the Mr. Hohuan ski resort.
I have had experiences on and off all my life. But none more than when I lived in Taiwan (mid-'80s to early '90s).
Also in Taiwan (in Taipei), my British friend Paul and I were talking at about 9:00 at night. He was sitting on his motorcycle, which was parked on the sidewalk; I was standing about 7 or 8 feet away. It was a warm, humid evening. For some reason, the subject of ghosts came up. As I was talking, suddenly a heaviness came over me, almost like being in a fog (literally). My image of Paul was getting dim, and I felt this intense chill to my bones. I began having trouble speaking, the words stuck in my throat. As I looked at Paul, he squinted slightly, craned his head towards me, then sat up straight and said, "F'ng hell, man! Do you feel that?" He crossed his arms and was rubbing his upper arms with his hands. Meanwhile, I was silently struggling to regain control. After what seemed like a while but was a matter of seconds, the oppression lifted.
First off, there was no 'air conditioning' nearby. I had no health issues that could account for that, and certainly nothing that could have affected us both at the same time.
After it lifted and I could speak again, I said, "I think we better change the subject." Paul said, "Yeah..."
The next day, Paul told me, "Last night, something followed me back to my room. I couldn't sleep until around 3:00 or so. It finally left." We never discussed it again.
Jim
I have had experiences on and off all my life. But none more than when I lived in Taiwan (mid-'80s to early '90s).
Also in Taiwan (in Taipei), my British friend Paul and I were talking at about 9:00 at night. He was sitting on his motorcycle, which was parked on the sidewalk; I was standing about 7 or 8 feet away. It was a warm, humid evening. For some reason, the subject of ghosts came up. As I was talking, suddenly a heaviness came over me, almost like being in a fog (literally). My image of Paul was getting dim, and I felt this intense chill to my bones. I began having trouble speaking, the words stuck in my throat. As I looked at Paul, he squinted slightly, craned his head towards me, then sat up straight and said, "F'ng hell, man! Do you feel that?" He crossed his arms and was rubbing his upper arms with his hands. Meanwhile, I was silently struggling to regain control. After what seemed like a while but was a matter of seconds, the oppression lifted.
First off, there was no 'air conditioning' nearby. I had no health issues that could account for that, and certainly nothing that could have affected us both at the same time.
After it lifted and I could speak again, I said, "I think we better change the subject." Paul said, "Yeah..."
The next day, Paul told me, "Last night, something followed me back to my room. I couldn't sleep until around 3:00 or so. It finally left." We never discussed it again.
Jim