Unexplained things/paranormal stuff….

I grew up in a house built in the 1760's, never saw or heard anything, but my 2 grown kids saw a couple of " incidents" that were unexplainable. All my friends used to ask me how many ghosts I saw. None except in Vander, N.C..
 
Recently I saw an Unidentified Object.
Not sure if it was flying, couldn't see the bottom.
Was driving on a remote dirt Boondock road in N NM.
Straight ahead through the Windshield I see a large Mushroom shaped object.
The stem extended below a hill directly in front.
I looked at it for several seconds then looked down as the road made like an S turn.
When I looked back, it was gone.
I continued on to where I could see behind the hill it appeared to be behind.
Nothing. I got out and used Binoculars. Nothing.
My Dau asked, why didn't you take a Pic?
Well, at the time I just never thought it would disappear.
It looked pretty close and rock solid steady.
And Type A that I are, I want to get closer.
And I was headed straight at it.
I have returned to the area twice since then.
Nothing there to see!
 
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I've experienced too many things in 71 years to "not" believe in the many possibilities.

To me, a person with a closed mind on this subject indicates that they are somewhat intellectually crippled. Pseudo-logic and knee-jerk opinion are big clues concerning a faulty thinking process. "I know what I know --- and don't know --- and that's that!"

I've never seen one of the mythical Registered Magnums in person, so how do I know that they really exist? Therefore, does that mean just because I have not had the experience they are not real?

And then there is the popular belief in Holy Ghosts... :eek:
 
My wife used to be a home health care aid in our small West Virginia mountain town.
One of her former client's died and one evening, just at dusk, as we were driving home through town, a car pulled out in front of us. My wife said that was her former client's car. Must be his son driving it.
There's a small hill in town and as the car went over the hill, we lost sight of it for a moment. However, after we came over the hill, my wife's former client's car was nowhere to be seen.
Ghost car? Was he going for one last cruise through town?
We never saw that car again.
 
It has been a few years since I posted this story, so I guess I can repeat it.

My son was born in 1978, a month after my mom passed away. When he was somewhere between 2 and 3 years old, we were visiting with my father. My son was taking a nap in one of the bedrooms and came out to tell us he had seen grandma. I explained that grandma, my wife's mother, was 150 miles away. "Not that grandma, he said, my other grandma!" I went over and dug out my dad's photo album and started thumbing through the pages. When I came to a picture of my mom, my son said "That one!" and pointed to the picture. He went on to say she had just come to see him and then left.

Is there a logical explanation for this? If so, I don't know what it might be.

Many years later, after my father-in-law had long since passed on and his wife, my wife's mother had just passed, we were over cleaning out her apartment. My son, now in his late teens came out of the bathroom, pale as a sheet. When asked what was wrong, he said he had just seen my wife's father in the bathroom mirror. It upset him so much he refused to go back in the bathroom the rest of the time we worked there.

There are many things that science may try to explain away with terms like these are just "tricks our mind is playing on us", but I think that is as great a simplification as saying all the UFO's were swamp gas.
 
Back when I worked as a maintenance tech at the RubberMaid Commercial Products factory there was a cautionary tale about being safe around the plastic molding presses. Generally they ran from 350 to 500 tons of pressure.
The tale goes that One day a fellow didn't want to take the time to lock out/tag out a molding press, crawled under the safety gate, stood up between the two mold halves and cleared a blockage. The machine read that the blockage was cleared and closed the two mold halves with 450 tons of pressure. The people there said he looked like he got "juiced."
Needless to say, it killed him.
One day, I had my Dewalt jobsite radio tuned to the local classic rock station and I was stripping one of the molding presses to reconfigure it for another product. I was out of sight of the radio and I heard it change to the local country music station. "Those guys," I thought because I figured that one of the other techs. were messing with me.
I looked around and didn't see anyone so I tuned it back to the classic rock station. As I looked at the radio, I saw the dial turn back to the country music station.
Apparently there's a ghost at the factory and he likes country music. I figured it was probably the fellow that got crushed in the plastic molding press.
 
Balderdash!

I think a lot of people just enjoy scarin' the bejeez out of themselves. Hence, the popularity of horror movies, or horror books, which I neither watch nor read.

Or, scary dreams. Why in the heck do we humans do that? But, those are dreams. Not reality.

I don't doubt the sincerity of people who experience, or see, ghosts. But I also believe they are just figments of their imagination.

Sixty-nine years old, and I have never seen or experienced a ghost. If I come across one before I punch out I will change my view, but, based on my experience to date, I think it mighty unlikely.

Be thankful. I hope you never do. I USED to believe as you do. Not anymore.

I wrote of this on this forum in the past. I learned that it is best to leave Pandora's Box closed...somethings are beyond mans comprehension and ability to deal with.

:(
 
I'll add a little detail to the above since I've never been a paranormal fan
15 years ago I was part of a group restoring an old house.It was built in the 1880s and had stayed in one family for 90 yrs. It was 3 stories tall and roughly 5,500 sq ft. The original builder was a successful gold miner who had died during construction of it and his widow sold it to a cattle baron and that family owned it into the 70s. The next owner had converted it into 4 units,but left most of the house intact.One of the tradesman on the project had several run ins with something that spooked him,but kept it to himself.The final straw came when he was working alone one evening in the basement when he heard someone walk in the front door and cross to the back. He went up to the first floor,the doors were locked and no one was there.He then searched the 2nd and 3rd floors-nothing. He went back to the basement,climbed into the shower he was working on,it turned itself on and soaked him-he quit. I heard this story from the owner several months after the job was done and I guess she was curious if I'd had any weird experiences but I hadn't. She got this story and several others out of him when he refused to get involved with the carriage house restoration.He also gave her a description of an old man in overalls that he would catch sight of watching him work.She had told this tale to a local, longtime shopkeeper and the description of who he had seen matched the long dead third owner I never got anything but warm fuzzies from the place until several years later.I changed my mind! My take was the old guy was watching over the place and her. He was mischievous,but there was a menace there I saw once.Spooked the hell out of me.
 
Being a skeptic in a major way, I will not believe in the supernatural
until there is documented proof.
I'm reminded of Jumpin Gene Simmons song Haunted House and if I
experience, from out of space there sat a man on the hot stove with
the pots and pans, thats hot I began to shout, he drank hot coffee
right from the spout. Not a quote as it has been years since I heard
the song, but you get the idea.
 
Never saw one but I heard it. Many decades back when I was 12, was at a friends house. It was a old farm house now in the city proper due to the city getting much bigger.

Was with my close friends, 3 brothers only a year apart. We were on the second floor playing a card game and we heard very distinctly someone walking in the attic above us. it went back and forth twice. It was a funny shaped attic no windows, hatches, no in or out except by the stairs we were sitting by.

Their very large and rather very protective GSD heard the walking also and he went to the door to the stairs and starting growling very menacingly. My buddy opened the door and the GSD went upstairs real fast. A couple seconds later we heard him whimper and cry and he came down the stairs super fast tail between his legs. Then he went down another set of stairs to the first floor and went behind the large coach still whimpering.

That brought my friends father up the stairs yelling what the hell did you kids do to that dog. We told him what we knew and he went upstairs with a hammer in hand. Then told us to come up.
Absolutely nothing to be scene. There had been some funny things happening in that room for years but that day was the worse.

The rather mean dog from that day on would never go up the stairs even to the second floor. Also after that no more funny things happened in that attic space.

If any of you ghost doubters have a explanation for this I would be happy to hear it. We were told by a city historian at one time there were 6 people buried out behind the house and they were exhumed in about 1920.
This answers a question I've had for 50 years.
As a young teen we were living in an old, run-down rental. My bedroom was off the living room and had no door.
At zero dark-thirty a playful voice tells me to hold the family dog that is sleeping by my bed. This is not anything that has happened to me before or sense. I call the dog up and hold him closely.
A short time later a Casper the Ghost like apparition went by my door. The dog struggled to get loose and investigate. I waited a couple minutes before letting him go. He hit the ground sniffing for a trail. It was obvious he could not smell anything.

Why was I awake? I slept good in those days. What warned me? How did it know how to give me the message-instructions in a manner I would comply with? What would have happened if the dog had confronted the apparition?
If not for the dog's reaction I would have written it off as a dream.
Anyone that follows theoretical physics knows we know way the heck less than we know.
 
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Being a skeptic in a major way, I will not believe in the supernatural
until there is documented proof.
I'm reminded of Jumpin Gene Simmons song Haunted House and if I
experience, from out of space there sat a man on the hot stove with
the pots and pans, thats hot I began to shout, he drank hot coffee
right from the spout. Not a quote as it has been years since I heard
the song, but you get the idea.

I have the record. You got pretty close.
 
For weeks after our dog died, I kept seeing glimpses of her scooting around the house. Just a fleeting glimpse in the corner of my eye. Finally one evening, my wife said she keeps seeing Daisy going from room to room. I had not said a word to her about me seeing the dog also.
 
I don't understand women. Does that mean they aren't real? :confused: :rolleyes: :D

I personally know one truthful woman. She readily admits that they're all insane in one way or another. They are "real", but all are very confusing and ephemeral.

It's infinitely easier to comprehend the paranormal and UFOs.
 
I can neither give credence to nor criticize the existence of ghosts as I haven't the experience with or any understanding of them.

One thing I do know is that ridiculing someone for believing in them serves no good purpose.
Good observation.
Please forgive me for being a pedant. Believing in implies faith. Seeing is believing. Your dog seeing is confirmation.
 

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