Preface to the story, the house we bought here in North Carolina has a weird feeling to it. We do hear weird noises coming from the third-floor attic. No, this house is not 100 years old. It was built in 2008. Supposedly the mother-in-law lived here on the second floor and stayed in what is my office, which was her living and kitchen area. No sink or stove. Just a countertop and cabinets. Right after she died the children sold the house.
We bought it in 2020 and it is an amazingly large and beautiful house.
Throughout my time living here, I am constantly getting the feeling that someone else is here. My wife also feels it.
Fast forward to last week and I had knee meniscus surgery, tibia & femoral condyle fracture repair. I have been under a lot of discomfort throughout the week.
Every night between 3AM and 430AM I am really uncomfortable (enough to wake me up) and then it subsides.
Next to our master bedroom is the screened-in 3 seasons room. We have a nest camera there watching the door to the deck. Behind the camera is my bedroom.
At 4:32 AM a circular orb appears in front of the camera and floats away.
We got notified that the camera saw something and in the morning my wife checked. I attached the link to the video.
scroll to the 40-second mark.
Now I am not a believer and I am looking for a logical explanation.
What do you think?
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I replaced the batteries and called my boss and told her to send me a test beep. It worked. 5 minutes later she paged me so I called back and she told me to call home. I told her my dad just died. I just knew it. I don't know why, he wasn't sick, my boss kinda freaked a little bit I called home and my sister answered and yup, my dad has passed.
I'm not a god guy or a ghost guy these are just things that happen. Not sure how or why or what they mean but it makes life on the big blue marble a little more interesting.
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my son (now 25) was maybe 1 year and a half? Still the age to be eating in a high chair. We'd moved into this large-ish house roughly 9-10 month prior .. so we were still working on furniture.
Was a bright, beautiful spring Saturday around noon. We'd been out running errands and stopped at the house for lunch. She and I sat on the couch and the boy was in the high chair nearby, just on the cusp of the dining room/living room.
We noticed our son at the same time appearing to play with someone or thing. It was as if a person was darting underneath the tray, then out, then up and behind him. He was giggling and looking everywhere to find this invisible playful friend. Went on for about 45-60 seconds, which is a long time for two people to confirm they're both seeing it!
As fast as it started, it was over and he went back to eating his food with no distraction. We were both like, what the fucking hell just happened? I walked over and around the back of the high chair. I asked my son if he was OK, and he said "yeah." Then I asked him if he was playing. Again, yeah. So I look at his mother and say, "who were you playing with?" and he answers "the people."
After that? Nothing in that house surprised us.
wow, three of us with similar dreams. I wonder what it means subconsciously.
Who knows what dreams really are, but I gather it's not just entirely random stuff going on in your brain, since people have the same dreams. Could be some sort of evidence for a collective unconscious, which is what I'm pretty sure motivated Jung to come up with the theory.
Not sure I believe people see or talk to deceased family members or deceased friends. I stay away from that stuff.
However, I have expereinced several unexplained moments. One while I was young and struggling and I would say was not a good experience...I wont provide the detail.
Another, right after my dad passed. I left the hospital after he died came home and shared with my wife his final moments. Then suddenly my wife's car alarm went off (it never does) and we had some light flicker in the house and went in the garage to see what was going on. Our Garage feezer door was opened. We both "felt" something at the same time. No explanation.
Nothing more...but there is one truth to them. They are ALWAYS about YOU!
My understanding is there are common patterns of dreams, so maybe this is one.
As for ghosts...Idk. I've seen/heard some weird stuff, but often it can get explained away after rigorous scientific analysis.
True Story. Several years ago I was doing a morning show on the radio in Richmond, VA. Following a bizarre short news story about ghosts we got a call from a guy who managed a building that was called "The Mosque."
Everyone in Richmond knew about the Mosque, which we learned had been opened in 1927 by the Shriners. Over the years it had been a concert venue where performers such as Elvis Presley, Jimi Hendrix, the Grateful Dead, Bruce Springsteen, Frank Sinatra, etc. had played.
We had hosted many a concert at the Mosque, and we were friendly with our caller. He told us that for the past decade that he had worked there, at least several times a week he'd lock up his office at the end of the day, only to discover that the next morning, it at some point over the night, it had been ransacked - papers scattered everywhere, file and desk drawers pulled open, chairs left lying on their sides - weird sticky or slimey stuff flung upon the walls and floor and there simply was no logical explanation for such random chaos, and it was beginning to drive him nuts.
I'd been doing radio for at least 20 or more years at that point, and his call sounded like it had the makings of, what could be, one killer show. It addressed a local landmark, (which was the name - the "Landmark," that "The Mosque" adopted a few years later - currently, it's called "The Altria.) In radio, you can't beat local content.
Now, at that time, spooky, unexplained phenomena was all the rages, thanks to the TV show, "The X-Files," which was a hot show that aired on Sunday nights. My partner and I loved it, and every Monday morning, we discussed the previous night's show.
We did a little digging, and determined that our caller was on the level. We talked it through and determined that, obviously, his office was plagued by poltergeists, or some such nonsense.
Regardless, this had all of the earmarks of what could be a memorable show that would generate buzz, and buzz was what kept us as the area's most popular morning show,
Accordingly, we secured the services of a local psychic, a timid, mousy middle-aged woman, whom we found working at a local bookstore that specialized in items for those interested in things paranormal and occult.
The plan was broadcast live from the Mosque with our psychic, going room to room, from top to bottom, searching for the presence of who knows what? Prior to our show, we kept our psychic in the dark - she was not a listener, and we did our show the following morning, which kept her from doing any research, should she be so inclined.
The next morning, we picked up our psychic at the station, bright and early. She brought along a friend, a fellow psychic, who was even more timid and more mousy. We went on the air at 6 that morning, and the format was, we'd play 2 songs, then go live from the Mosque with our psychic, who was instructed to use her psychic abilities to detect if there was anything hiding out in the Mosque that might account for the unexplained trashings of the manager's office, WE started on the ground floor and slowly worked our way onwards and upwards.
And so we went from break to break, with our pair of mousey psychics striking out, ghost or poltergeist-wise - then, at around 8:50, we struck psychic paydirt! Our twin psychics were yakking it up, but finding zilch, and then, as we reached the fifth floor, at exactly the same moment, both mouse psychics stopped short - one shrieked, the other began weeping hysterically - both began shaking, rocking ever so slightly back and forth and, as if choreographed, both of their right arms slowly pointed at a small door in the corner of the second hall lobby.
"There," our psychic whispered. "Yes, there - in that room," shuddered her mousey counterpart, "death," they both said, "oh, the pain, oh the despair!" And, damned if both of them didn't wobble and fall to the floor.
We went to commercials, as my partner and I, and the Mosque manager, rushed over to the shivering pile of fallen mousy psychics. Both were crying and gasping for air. "Oh, that poor man," one of the psychics cried.
Her fellow psychic was out cold, down for the count - our psychic regained her senses, and as we went back on the air, live, she told us, "in that room," she pointed towards that small door - "he died in agony, scratching at the door - he couldn't get out."
After that, both women were useless. They whimpered, spoke in barely audible whispers, punctuated by sobs and shudders. It was just about 9 AM, time for our "9 at 9," 9 songs linked by the common theme of ghosts, and spooky shit like that.
We promised to get to the bottom of our show's unexpected, mysterious ending, and we threw it back to the studio on Basie Road, where our program director sat in for us.
We sent our shaken psychics home, and we went to the big downtown library, where a nice, accommodating librarian promised to dig into our story. She called me at around 4 that afternoon. After going through hours of searching, she found the story.
"On February 14, 1961, Harold Warner Ir. passed away in the huge, Wurlitzer organ's control room, at the Richmond Mosque Theater. He had been fine-tuning the instrument for an upcoming national meeting of theater organists. The massive heart attack that claimed his life was most likely caused by climbing the many flights of stairs between the first-floor organ console and fifth- floor control room."
We learned that the late Mr. Warner had volunteered his time to keep the Wurlitzer functioning. While in the throes of his fatal heart attack, he had crawled to the closed door and scratched at it with his last bit of energy. His body was discovered blocking the entry to the room.
We were shocked. We couldn't have imagined such a discovery. It was told to us that when someone dies such an horrific death, it was believed that their soul was trapped at that site. Further research (and our wish to take advantage of what had just happened, live on the air,) revealed that we might be able to free Mr. Warner's trapped soul, and end the mischief that took place in the manager's office on a weekly basis, with some sort of exorcism, designed to set trapped souls free.
I honestly can't recall how such a ceremony was performed, but I do remember that later that week, at midnight, we all gathered in the manager's office, and some sort of exorcism was performed. Sadly, since then, my beloved partner has passed away, so there's nobody to confer with to fill in the blanks of my memory.
I do recall that we continued to check in with the manager of the Mosque, and the unexplained trashings of his office never took place again.
Sorry for such a long, rambling post. I haven't thought about the whole affair in decades, but I swear it happened as described. I don't really know what to make of the whole damn thing. Now I have to go in search of the cassette recording that I'm sure that we made that morning - if, indeed, I was the one who kept it. If not, I won't trouble my partner's wife to look for it.
What does this story reveal? Damned if I know other than what our old friend, Hamlet once said,
" There are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio, than are dreamt of in your philosophy. “
Or, for that matter, my philosophy, if I actually have a philosophy, which is doubtful.
And now, back to BBI, which is already in progress.
And, yes, my first name is Jeff. Now scram.
That's a pretty cool story... thx for sharing
After living in DC for a while, I woke up one morning and looked at my girlfriend and I said "I just had the weirdest dream. My friends father was in my dream and he appeared like a ghost and ascended up in spirit form to heaven". I think he died.
She thought nothing of it.
I went to work and just as I sat down my work phone rang and it was my friend's girlfriend calling from CT and I began to get a tingling sensation in my spine and she was in tears and she said my friend's father passed away that morning"
If I didn't tell my girlfriend when I woke up, no one would believe me, but there have been a couple more instances like that, but nothing as immediate and verifiable.
I had a dream my father had died. The next few days after that I tried to call him but could never get him on the phone. (He was in a nursing home and would often not hear it). I talked to my mom a day or so after that and she said he was fine, so I didn't think anything of it. A week went by and my sister died, 24 hours after that he died as well. One of my biggest regrets was no trying harder to get a hold of him.
It was the spot in Sydney Australia where all ships had to dock and download their passengers. Before the passengers could go out in the population they had to stay there until they had showed they were disease free. If memory serves this place was up and running for years before it eventually closed, probably late 1800's to mid 1900's, but I'm going off of memory from the tour.
One of the first places they stop buy was an old building. They had us go into this room, they shut off all the lights and asked us to just open our minds and see if we heard or saw anything. About 20 of us were in the room for maybe five minutes. While I was in there, I heard a voice that I could of swore was coming from the outside, so I didn't think much of it. It wasn't loud but was as if someone was speaking directly into my ear. What I heard was someone say...
"Good boy, good boy"
As we exited the building the tour guide asked us if we heard or saw anything. No one raised their hand, and I was questioning if I even heard what I thought. The tour guide went on to say the room we were in was part of an old Stable...
The tour went on and we saw a few other strange things, but it was easier to rationalize those things, doors moving on their own, etc...
& I don't consider myself a crank for believing in ghosts. I think we landed on the moon. I think Oswald was the lone assassin. But I do believe in ghosts & spirits.
House was over 200 years old, and a few people died in it over the years in odd fashion, including the original owner committing suicide + a child that was killed.
There was a staircase going up to the 2nd floor which seemed to be the hotbed - my aunt had kept a lot of the original artwork from the house and the picture frames were ALWAYS going crooked up the staircase. You'd straighten them, and 20 mins later they were crooked again.
One night, I was staying in the 2nd floor bedroom and I heard the footsteps of a large, heavyset person walking up the stairs at 3 am. THUMPING up the stairs, like the heaviest steps you could imagine. I thought someone had broken into the house. When the footsteps reached the top of the stairs, they just stopped. Nothing.
One of the creepiest things I've ever heard.
Another time, a contractor who was working on the house went to the bathroom - when he came out, a picture that was on the wall was laying in the center of the room, on the floor. He slept in his car that night, and refused to go back into the house alone.