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Empath stories about their strange experiences – Part 2

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Part two of the stories from the  Facebook Empath Support group.

Gary Leigh

This one is not so much a creepy story but one that happened against the odds.

Back around the year 2000, I was on holidays and me, my ex wife and step daughter visited a local carnival.

With every such place come those impossible to win vending game machines. I don’t bother to waste money on them as they are rigged and the odds of winning anything are very low.

I passed by a claw machine that was packed with stuffed animals and I idly pushed on the control handle. To my surprise, it moved. I instinctively pushed for the other direction and then the claw dropped up and picked up a toy mouse. Though I had totally no use for such a thing, the fact I won so randomly without paying amazed even me.

I gave the mouse to our cat who loved it. It was his favourite toy and he played with it for so long that in the end, it was barely recognizable.

Dan
One day in early October 2014, I just had this urge to be in the woods / mountains. I hit one location, but something just didn’t seem right. It was as if the Earth was telling me, “Ummm, no, not here.” It was just as if I was in the wrong location. While a gorgeous hike through the mountains, it just didn’t “feel right.”

Over the course of the next few days, I had my Jeep into the dealership for service and coincidentally, the service writer mentioned a few places in the area where we could take Jeeps. I left the dealer and immediately headed off to his recommended location.

It’s funny how things work, because when I got to this location, I started down the trail and about a 1/4 mile in, something just “clicked.” I found a place to pull off the “trail,” parked, and exited the Jeep. I looked around, took in a fresh breath of air, and immediately noticed the fresh scent. It was cool, clean, and crisp. I also couldn’t help but notice the silence; it was almost eerie. Then, I started noticing the sound of the branches of the trees, swaying in the wind and acorns started falling upon my head.

I started walking and soon realized there were no acorns falling from trees or a breeze unless I was walking. Whenever I walked, the branches of the tree I was under would sway in the wind and the acorns would fall, but they were the only trees.

As I was experiencing these strange occurrences, an overwhelming feeling that I was not alone swept over me. I stared into the trees and saw these clear “outlines,” or “formed fluid,” kinda like the Predator in the “Predator” films. They were formless and more like “puddles” in the air. Normally, one would be frightened, but I was not; not in the least. I felt comforted and could not believe what I was witnessing.

I spent a few hours in the woods/mountains that day and the entire time I was back there, I did not see one person, and no other vehicle travelled the path. It was as if that day was just for me, and me only. It was as if the Earth wanted me to experience and appreciate Her in Her finest moments.

I will never be able to put this surreal experience into words, but it was one of the most amazing things I have ever experienced in my life. It was just so emotional.

That day, I drove into the woods as an Atheist. I drove out as something else. “Seeing is believing” is a pretty sure-fire way to gauge whether or not something exists, but on that day, things were different and that “mentality” just didn’t hold any water.

We all have our beliefs in our own deities and to us, our own deities are more real than someone else’s, but I know what I saw and experienced, and I am convinced there is a higher power out amongst us. I’ll just leave it at that.

Jennifer  So many thing happen around me it is hard to pick which to tell so I will just use the most recent.
It was about 11pm and I was heading out to my car to pick my daughter up from a dance. As I opened the gate to my yard I saw what looked like a mix between a human and a grey mist at the back of my car. I walked around my car and checked out the inside before getting into it to leave. As I got home I noticed that same mist thing was across the street next to my other vehicles. A few days later which was actually last night I took my daughter to class in the evening and as it got darker that mist appeared behind my car. I got out and looked all around the car before getting back in to read while I waited. I threw the keys in the cup holder and be gain to read when the stereo popped on and started to grind the cd. I just felt like there was something there in the car with me. About 10 min before my daughter got out of class the lights near my car in the parking lot all turned off leaving me in almost pitch darkness. I was watching the doors of the building just wishing class would be out soon and something hit my car making the whole thing tilt a little and vibrate. I was so thankful that moments later class had let out and I could go home where it is safe.

Wendy  My twin sister and I lived in another state in 2002. We were planning a trip home that month in June to visit the family. She and I were chatting on the computer about the trip, because she lived three hours from me, when I got a phone call. I told her I’d be right back and she told me the same, because she got a call herself.

When I answered the phone, no one was there. Immediately, I thought about my grandmother..
I returned to the computer and told my sister about the phone ringing and no one there, and she told me she had the exact same experience, including immediately thinking of grandma!

That night, my father called me and told me that grandma had passed on, “a few hours ago” but that he couldn’t call because of the phone lines being down from the storm over there.

He told me how in grandmas last breathes, she wanted “her twins”. My sister and I honestly believe that the phone call was grandma calling us to say goodbye.

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Personal experiences: Part 1 – The presence on the stairway or don’t go there alone in the dark.

The dark staircase

This is a six part story about a paranormal event that occurred in January 1980. As usual, it’s told without any embellishments and according to a document that I had written after the event.

As a youth, my father insisted that I play in a brass band, and so I ended up playing that Euphonium. So every year I would end up going on a god awful band camp to play awful music that your family would end up politely listening to in the inevitable end of camp concert we’d subject them to.

Between January 13th and 26th, 1980, I attended one of those camps for The Victorian State Youth Band.

During this camp, quite a few unusual events occurred.

After the camp, I took it upon myself to write it all down, lest I forget. I’m glad I did, as I had forgotten most of it. What follows is my slightly edited version.

This camp was held at a Christian boarding school which, I recall correctly was called St. Patrick’s College in Ballarat, Victoria, Australia, which is a historical gold mining town.

There were two large rooms for sleeping in, and one of them led to a landing and a stair way.

When going down the steps that lead to the showers, a then friend of mine, (let’s call him Shawn), claimed that he got an uneasy feeling there and he didn’t like going down there at night.

At the time, I dismissed this as just being in his mind so he dared me to go down there myself. I did, and I did feel uneasy, but considering I did it in the dark, I would naturally feel that way.

There was nothing special about the staircase. Just two flights of steps winding from the boy’s dormitory down to the boy’s shower block.  As a rule, it was well lit, though the light bulbs kept on blowing. Five times in total, which is also something I have noticed occurring whenever there appears to be some type of spirit energy play going on. It was that, or just bad wiring!

Hanging on one of the walls, was also this abstract painting on the first landing. It was like a red angry face, and I didn’t like it. It gave me the creeps. Personally, if I had to put what happened down to anything, I would have to say that this entity was connected to the painting. In my experience, such things are possible, and it would certainly not be the last time I’d see something like that.

It wasn’t very long, though before we both felt a slight tingling in our mind every time we went through the double doors that lead to the stairs. It was a pricking sensation, like walking through a field of static electricity. It was almost as if some force was pushing against you. This gradually got stronger over a matter of days. It certainly didn’t take very long for it to become noticed by several of us.

Now, more than likely, this was the power of suggestion at work. I know what I felt (and considering I was always under some kind of psychic attack back then) I may have been more sensitive to it. I couldn’t speak for Shawn, though. I just accepted that he was feeling what I was feeling, and of course, everyone else joined in.

It’s like your tongue. You don’t feel it, even though it’s always there. But if you think about it, then you notice it, and somehow it doesn’t seem to fit into your mouth correctly.

So I certainly can’t discount that people focusing on feeling weird would not have produced something from their own minds.

It also could have been a group phenomenon brought on by suggestion and then our minds creating this.

What probably didn’t help was that I had shared a few of my own experiences, as I was want to do in my youth. I didn’t have many people I could talk to back then, and it was still all exciting and dramatic for me.

So, by taking about possessions and attacks, I’m sure I fueled the imagination of others.

Now, whether we attracted something or something was already there, or we made the entire thing up, I am not sure, but the things that followed were out of the tackiest Hollywood horror movie.

Interestingly enough, as I told the others about my experiences, these black beetles filled the dormitory and fell around my bed. Strangely enough, none fell around the stairway or the toilet area which was only meters away.

I’m not sure what type of beetles they were and if you asked me to identify one now, I wouldn’t be able to as there are a few varieties that are black, fly and swarm.

These ones apparently just dropped dead once they reached my bed, and I’ve no clue if that is normal behaviour or something that was unique.

I will note, though, this happened at two different times during the camp, the second time being after a group of boys had messed around with a ritual.

I’ve not actually seen anything of that nature occur before or since.

Next: The séance.