Personal encounters of the paranormal or eerie stories.

[hghclsswhitetrsh]

So with Halloween tomorrow I want to read your scary or eerie personal encounters. Maybe something your kids said they saw or heard or the ghost that sat on your chest and woke you up from a deep sleep. Or the person you see out of the corner of your eye.

I will never forget the house we lived in on the west side of Brighton. It was haunted and very creepy. The laundry room was downstairs and one of my many chores was folding and sorting our families laundry. I was 16 at the time and my brother was 12. There was a brief period of time that anytime I was down there I was being watched, and when I was going back up stairs I felt like I was being chased so I always ran up the stairs as if my life depended on it. I didn't speak of this until it finally quit or I grew used to it because I didn't wanna seem like a pansy ass 16 year old. Well one evening I went outside to visit with my mom while she was smoking and told her the stories. And she told me that my brother had told her numerous times during the described window of time that he felt the same way. I talked about it later with my brother and out stories were the same.

I also get that I saw on numerous occasions an older man pacing the floors. Never was scared or intimidated just eerie. Random lights would shut off in the house while other lights on the same circuit would stay on.

Anyways I probably won't sleep tonight now buy id love to know your scary/eerie encounters.

[hghclsswhitetrsh]

Oh yeah and I'm a 30 year old grown ass 6' 230 pound man that fights new fewer than 4 times a week and I CANNOT watch paranormal activity. I've see dead people and I even helped cremate people to help a friend out at his crematorium.

I CANNOT watch paranormal activity.

[Irving]

or the ghost that sat on your chest and woke you up from a deep sleep.

This is a historic phenomenon that has to do with sleep paralysis. If you Google Image search "Sleep Paralysis Demon" there are some cool pictures.

Oh yeah and I'm a 30 year old grown ass 6' 230 pound man that fights new fewer than 4 times a week and I CANNOT watch paranormal activity. I've see dead people and I even helped cremate people to help a friend out at his crematorium.

I CANNOT watch paranormal activity.

I love threads like this! I wish I could contribute, but I don't really have much that I've encountered. Paranormal Activity totally freaked me out, until the very last scene; then I was mad and never watched another one.

[OtterbatHellcat]

Hell, Man...I'm down with paranormal whatever. I'd like to know that there is something after this miserable life we're living now.

Maybe I can come back and haunt douchebags for fun? lol.

Seriously, I'm open minded to all that stuff.....would like to see some proof though.

[GilpinGuy]

I used to work at the Gilpin Casino in Black Hawk. Legend has it that back in the mining days, when the casino was actually the Gilpin Hotel, that a man was run down in the street by a train of horses and killed. His wife, named Lucille, was so distraught by the news of his death that she threw herself out of a 3rd story window of the hotel, killing herself. Since then, the building has been haunted by Lucille and there are many stories about her from employees that have worked there. In fact, the restaurant in the Gilpin today is called "Lucille's".

The most "believable" story about Lucille for me came from a manager guy, Phil, who was about as straight laced as you can imagine. Never cursed, rarely kidded around, always dressed sharp and clean shaven, all business kind of guy. He told me that he was working graveyard one night when the casinos still closed at 2:00AM. A security guard who was working that night approached Phil and told him that someone had thrown a bunch of ice cream cartons onto the floor of the kitchen in the restaurant. Phil checked it out and saw that, indeed, there were several cartons of ice cream on the floor.

Since the building was practically empty except for maybe 5 employees, Phil was pissed and looked at surveillance video to see who's ass he was gonna kick. What he saw shocked him. He saw the door to the freezer open up by itself and the ice cream cartons fly out all at once onto the floor. The video didn't show anyone going into or out of the freezer before or after the "incident". And the kitchen is on the 3rd floor - the same floor Lucille leaped from to kill herself.

Phil told me this story in a mater-of-fact way, like he was explaining how to make copies on a new printer or something. Weird.

My personal story came from the Gilpin as well, though it isn't quite as dramatic as Phil's. I used to close down the poker room every night at 2:00AM. After we did all of the paperwork and bullshit I was the last one to leave so I could lock up the office, etc., etc. One of the last things I did was turn off the sound system and the TV's - we had about a dozen TV's in there. Then I would go and secure my keys, then return to the poker room to get my jacket, briefcase, etc., and then leave.

Several times, I would come come back to the poker room and all of the TV's would be back on, but the sound system would be off. The first time I figured that I just forgot to turn them off. But it happened again and again - not every night, but often. Even when I said to myself "OK - the damn TV's ARE off, right? Yes, they are." Then sometimes they would be on when I got back. And it takes less than 30 seconds to return my keys and get back to the poker room, so it wasn't like someone was messing with me.

Then I thought that there must be a malfunction or something with the remote controls. But there were 3 different kinds of TVs in there, with 3 different remotes. I started to turn off the TVs by physically pushing the buttons on the TVs themselves. Same thing happened every so often.

At first I got the "hair on the back of your neck" feeling, but after months of this I started to be like "Just fucking stop it Lucille!!!!!"

HAPPY HALLOWEEN EVERYONE!

[theGinsue]

I was off work on Monday after elk hunting. I was driving to Schriever AFB where I was returning my camper (I keep it in the RV lot on the base).

I'm a f'king goof and often speak in accents, preferring a sort of cockney English accent (you know, where the word "right" is pronounced "roight"). When alone, I'll often practice out loud with some sort of nonsensical comments.

About 5 minutes from the base I felt compelled to bellow out "You may call me Lit'l Joan" (Little John; you know, the legendary Robin Hood outlaw?!)

So, 5 minutes later I get to the gate and have to show my ID to the female USAF cop. I shit you not, her last name was "Littlejohn".

Eerie? I think so.

Wife had a spooky ghost story happen to her in base housing in IL in the '90's, but it'll take too long for me to type up.

[GilpinGuy]

On a lighter note, there's seriously a tombstone in the cemetery above Central City that reads (I forget the exact name and dates):

John Doe
18XX - 18XX
I told you I was sick!

[Irving]

I do have a thing where I will occasionally wake, very abruptly, from a sleep about 30 minutes after I've fallen asleep. Abruptly like I'll spring up in bed and be staring across the room at a black mass that takes up 40-80% of my vision. When this happens, it happens most nights for a period of a week to a month. I don't think it is hypnogogic imagery or muscle spasms startling me awake, as I've woken myself from those and always remember dreaming. This is different and more intense to the point where I've addressed the black mass out loud before. It's happened often enough that I've grown used to it and don't freak out anymore. I believe the black mass is just an optical effect that my eyes make that is the opposite of looking at a bright light and closing your eyes and still being able to see it.

[GilpinGuy]

I do have a thing where I will occasionally wake, very abruptly, from a sleep about 30 minutes after I've fallen asleep. Abruptly like I'll spring up in bed and be staring across the room at a black mass that takes up 40-80% of my vision. When this happens, it happens most nights for a period of a week to a month. I don't think it is hypnogogic imagery or muscle spasms startling me awake, as I've woken myself from those and always remember dreaming. This is different and more intense to the point where I've addressed the black mass out loud before. It's happened often enough that I've grown used to it and don't freak out anymore. I believe the black mass is just an optical effect that my eyes make that is the opposite of looking at a bright light and closing your eyes and still being able to see it.

No. It's obviously a demonic possession that will eventually overtake you, turn you into a dope smoking liberal, gun-hating, food stamp collecting, insurance defrauding scumbag. Have a nice night.

[TheGrey]

A few years ago, I used to be a part of a team of paranormal investigators here in Denver. People would call us, half scared out of their minds, and we'd do a bit of research and then go and investigate. Of course, we all had day jobs, so it'd be dark and spooky out by the time we'd arrive at the house or business, and these investigations would often go until the wee hours of the morning.

One particular house that stands out in my mind was tucked into the foothills by Red Rocks. There were four adults in that house- a husband and wife, the mother-in-law, and a roommate. The husband was scared out of his mind. He was set to sell the house right then and there, and move away. The wife was a giant fan of the show Ghost Hunters, and immediately latched onto the 'leader' of our group, who was more than happy to slack off and chat about All Things Ghost Hunter. The MiL and husband showed the rest of us the problem areas, which was the MiL's bedroom, and the entire basement. The MiL complained of bruises on her legs that would appear after being pinched- while she was alone in the room, and of something that 'tapped' her head when she was in her bedroom. The husband was scared to death of the basement because there were unexplained cold spots that would appear, and his wife would tell him all sorts of spooky stuff she'd seen on the TV show Ghost Hunters and it truly worried him.

Standard procedure for an investigation went something like this: We'd begin by collecting data from the client, and do a bit of research into the history of the area before we actually arrived at the place. We'd then walk the area, inside and out, taking notes and asking questions of the client. We'd hen split up and begin setting up equipment. Our equipment was mostly mundane; one of the founding members had some fancy gadget that scanned and recorded frequencies or something (he was the only one allowed to touch it.) For the most part, the rest of us had your basic stuff like digital recorders and video cameras. I had a couple of other things- a flashlight and a lighter. We set up a couple of digital recorders in the living area and kitchen, set up a video camera (with nightshot capability) in the living room hallway, facing the MiL's doorway, set up another video camera in the MiL's bedroom and repeated the set up in the basement. Three of us went into the MiL's bedroom and sat in the dark for an hour. While in the MiL's bedroom, one of the investigators suddenly reported feeling a poke on her head. As she was the only one sitting on the bed, we couldn't explain it. After two hours, we all left the house (homeowners as well) for around two hours before returning (the videotape in the cameras would be done by then.) While the team collected the equipment, I was tasked with fining more information about the cold spots with the owner of the house.

He was really, really scared. I felt bad for him; he had himself worked up into a real frenzy by the time we went down into the basement. It was a finished basement, so it wasn't a creepy sort of axe-murderer haven or anything. He would be talking with me and suddenly he would stand stock still and his eyes would get wide as he'd whisper, "There! Feel that? It's a cold spot!" Yes, there were cold spots in the basement, but when I flicked my lighter on, you could see they were from drafts near windows or doors. It helped him calm down some, but not all.

We took our equipment back with us, and processed them the next day. I had two voice recorders. Damn if I didn't have EVP on both of them- one from the living room, and one in the basement. Both EVPs occurred wile everyone was out of the house. I couldn't really make out what was making the noise, and it actually had the sound of words...but I couldn't figure out what was being said. It was pretty eerie.

One of the other investigators had a weird black orb caught on film from the camera facing down the hallway. Oddly enough, it sort of drifted into the MiL's bedroom at doorknob height. I can't recall if it was near the time the other investigator felt the poke to her head, though.