Paranormal activity

[Caribou]

A guy died in a motorcycle accident. My brother knew his family. They wanted to sell the house but didn’t want to empty it out. My brother worked a deal for the boat at a good price for emptying out the house. I happened to be in Anchorage that weekend so I rode along, about a two hour drive each way. I took my car so I could act as a safety vehicle.

The rubber on the trailer was bad so we picked up three or four rims and tires that were laying around the property and still had air in them. Along the ride home a tire went flat and my brother pulled over. I parked behind him. Shortly after a State Trooper pulled over to see if we needed assistance. I started chatting up the Trooper to distract him from looking at the expired plated on the trailer. He was interested in what we were doing and I explained that my brother had purchased this boat out of an estate. “Actually, the guy died right at this intersection.” Trooper, “The guy on the motorcycle?!” Me, “Yes. I don’t think he likes strangers taking his boat.” The Trooper got a weird look on his face and didn’t hang around.

 

[shanrose]

Grief can make the brain do crazy things. After losing my SO in an accident, I would sometimes hear his voice or feel like he was standing behind me. I would dream about him frequently and some days it still feels surreal that he's gone. Although I do still feel his presence in nature, a lot of the other things have dissipated, particularly with the progress of my new relationship. I do need to go to the cemetery to visit him soon.

I'm so sorry that you lost someone dear to you, but happy for you that you found someone. I remember that my husband and I went to visit my grandpop years ago and he told us how hard it was to miss my Nan after she passed. He was not a flighty man at all, but told us that he would be sitting by the front picture window looking out and he said that he could hear her calling "Tom!" "Tom!" He said that several times he turned and called out "What?" He didn't know if he really heard her voice, or if it was his memory of her calling him.

 

[shanrose]

yes, but I've posted the one I experienced before here on the forum when I was a young teen. That was a ghost story.
I dream about my family members who have died, but it is never anything weird or scary. I feel like they're checking in on me and letting me know everything is okay.
I've had spiritual experiences that I may or may not have shared here that had to do with being made aware of my nephew's death. So unreal and sad feeling. A couple of days after he passed away (car accident), I was having a dream about him visiting us, it startled me, I woke up crying. My husband comforted me, then we fell back to sleep. A little while later my husband woke up with a jump and WEIRDLY his dream started where mine had left off. My nephew, I felt, didn't want us to forget about him. He was 18.
I don't call it intuition on some of these, I call it being warned or made aware from the other s

I'm very sorry to here of your nephew. Sounds like maybe he was permitted to comfort you.

 

[SoulSeeker]

As a paranormal investigator, and before and since, I've had so many experiences so I believe in our souls and it isn't residual energy that's left. So many people don't pass over because their afraid or want to do something on our side or maybe they just want to keep having the physical part of our dimension. Maybe they feel if they cross over they've done something they feel will get them sent to hell so why go?
It was the winter of 77' 78'. That year saw a huge ice storm roll through Arkansas and other southern states. It was a hard winter to be sure. I was sitting with my dad and it was blowing hard and snow falling, already almost knee deep. There was 3 knocks at the door and we thought " who in their right mind would be out in this storm?" We opened the door to get them inside but no one was there! We looked and none of the snow was disturbed where it had accumulated on the door and no foot prints in the snow! We sat back down in the living room discussing this and there were 3 more knocks at the window. I went out and again no foot prints and dad always put up black garbage bags on the windows before a storm, nope no snow disturbed on the bags either. Found out a few days later one of my aunt's, my dads sister, had passed. That spring a dog that didn't belong in our area came and sat in our yard and howled for 3 days straight. Another of dads sisters had passed. I could keep going on but not enough room plus other people have stories to tell.

 

[Patchouli]

There’s plenty of room in small doses served politely as you’ve already done, @SoulSeeker
I find your stories believable and affirming. Tell us more.

 

[d_marsh]

This space reserved to make more room for @SoulSeeker's stories.

 

[Lenny]

As a paranormal investigator, and before and since, I've had so many experiences so I believe in our souls and it isn't residual energy that's left. So many people don't pass over because their afraid or want to do something on our side or maybe they just want to keep having the physical part of our dimension. Maybe they feel if they cross over they've done something they feel will get them sent to hell so why go?
It was the winter of 77' 78'. That year saw a huge ice storm roll through Arkansas and other southern states. It was a hard winter to be sure. I was sitting with my dad and it was blowing hard and snow falling, already almost knee deep. There was 3 knocks at the door and we thought " who in their right mind would be out in this storm?" We opened the door to get them inside but no one was there! We looked and none of the snow was disturbed where it had accumulated on the door and no foot prints in the snow! We sat back down in the living room discussing this and there were 3 more knocks at the window. I went out and again no foot prints and dad always put up black garbage bags on the windows before a storm, nope no snow disturbed on the bags either. Found out a few days later one of my aunt's, my dads sister, had passed. That spring a dog that didn't belong in our area came and sat in our yard and howled for 3 days straight. Another of dads sisters had passed. I could keep going on but not enough room plus other people have stories to tell.

Interesting read?

I was told in a class I took on it that the "residual energy" is not capable of more than one or two words. It is usually about the death 'it' had and that is the experiences I've had communicating with them real time and via a voice box.

I'm not trying to start an argument; just adding to the discussion.