Do you believe in the existence of anything that would be considered paranormal?
If yes, Can you testify to witnessing anything ghostly or unexplainable? #questions #Cosonauts #paranormal
I never noticed anything until I spent time alone in the house with my sister. I kept seeing things in my periphery but when I went to look nothing. Her cats get entranced on the “service stairs.” Rapt attention paid to nothing or no one. Once she and I got locked in an upstairs bedroom, one with a hidden compartment behind the fireplace.
We tried the door a hundred times. We called my brother in law to come home and get us out. We could get out onto the upstairs balcony, but couldn’t get down from there without injury. So we sat outside on the balcony waiting for my BIL to get home. When his car pulled into the drive, we heard a bang from the bedroom. The door had flung open the minute he arrived at the house.
My sister and her husband are content to coexist with the energies in their home. They aren’t perturbed by the footsteps they hear or the cats going from totally chill to laser focused or flipping out. They are both deeply empathetic people and are wholly unafraid of their home.
Me? Nah. I’m good count me out. I’ll visit for a few hours. Never again overnight.
@MotherDucker Mine is a tentative yes. I used to hear someone walking up my wooden porch steps around the same time each day. No one was there of course. Was told that the original owner worked in town, walked to work, and came home the same time every day...about the time I would hear the heavy steps.
@MotherDucker Nothing paranormal, but I did once see what I thought was an abnormally bright star start moving, making acute angled turns before fading away. My only UAP sighting.
@MotherDucker Queen Mary. The little girl ghost who lives in the pool area touched my back during the tour. I wasn’t freaked out because she’s just a little girl lost who unfortunately drowned. I felt empathy.
@MotherDucker That sounds like a great big gigantic NOPE right there.
@MotherDucker I've seen a few things. When we first moved into this house, actually before the move as I was prepping. I came down the hall that leads to the kitchen. I saw a middle aged woman in a dress, circa 1900 ish. She was wringing her hands. Then she stepped forward and vanished.
@MotherDucker when I was young my aunt had a baby that was born with many health complications, we all knew the child wouldn't last the month. My father and I went to the store, as I got out of the car I felt like a baby was sitting on my shoulders and I heard laughing. I said to him the baby says goodbye. When we got home there was a voicemail waiting for us that the child had passed. Ghosts exist you can't convince me otherwise.
@ravesquirrel thanks for sharing this emotional experience. Wow. 💛
The Old Family Homestead that I did part of my growing up in had a ghost named Jessica.
We knew her name because that house was *OLD* and the original family cemetery was on the property.
The tl;dr of the story is that she drowned herself in the river by the house. For whatever reason she was the guardian of the house.
I would hear her sometimes - the original stairs came out in the closet of my bedroom. The stairs were still there, a random door next to the bath opened up ..
And the stairwell was still there behind it.
I'd hear her at night going up the stairs. Footfalls, not random creaking. As if someone was coming up the stairs.
One time I heard her. I was walking back through the house to my bedroom and I heard a woman's voice call my name from the kitchen.
I went back to the kitchen and discovered that I'd somehow forgotten to turn off the stove.
I said "Thank you, Jessica!"
I suspect there were others besides her, though. In the '60s, my grandparents opened up that big house as a nursing home. They ran it for years until the state told them they had to install an elevator. Nana said it would have cost over $10,000 (in 1960s dollars) to do that so they shut it down. But there were people who died there during that time.
Then there was the Trailer from Hell that I lived in while pregnant with my first child. Once, I drew a stick figure family in the frost of the window and wrote "I love my daddy" on it. We left to go shopping.
When we returned the writing said "I HATE my daddy."
And it wasn't that someone had written over it (there wasn't anyone who would) because you'd be able to see that.
It looked as if that was what had been written originally, and we both knew it wasn't.
There have been many other things over the years. But nobody has time for that. 😂
@Tarnagh wow. Thanks for sharing this. Do you ever wonder whether Jessica is still there protecting someone new?
I hope so, but I don't know. When my aunt died the house was sold and it's a bed & breakfast now. I've debated going to see it, but I think I'd rather keep my memories of what it was.
@Tarnagh 💛 I think that’s wise.
@MotherDucker Yes, and yes. I tried to click on the VOTE button, but it didn't work. Anyway, those results look encouraging!
It’s a yes for me.
My sister’s house is in a historic district in SW PA. Her house was a safe house in the Underground Railroad. Hidden compartments, panels, trap doors, half dug earthen basement. Every single room in the house with the exception of the downstairs bathroom has a fireplace and has direct access to the outdoors (that was just good fire safety, at the time.)