I know that the Haunted House on College was a hefty story – but I’ve been in more ‘quirky’ dealings with the supernatural. Here’s a little run down as I remember them:
1978-1979: Ghost/spirit kneeling by my bed. It was a woman and she appeared to be praying – I felt very calm and kind of ok with seeing her there. I was about 7 or 8.
1985-1987: Had several past lives revealed to me in ‘visions/dreams’. One i was stabbed in an old brick/marble staircase, going up stairs – perhaps a tower. The other I was engulfed by flames in a house with people outside either starting the fire or trying to help. One other was a drowning dream.
1988: Graveyard by my house with friends. Sudden fog, sense of danger. Nothing else too major happened except once me and a friend hopped on the hood of my car, we couldn’t see anyone else because of the fog. Fog lifted when we all left.
1991: New apartment with Tamara. I was alone around my birthday, July. Someone gave me a balloon that said, well, Happy Birthday. I put it in my room and was watching TV when the balloon came into the room and circled around in an “8″ symbol – I reached out my hand because I was annoyed – it came to my hand and I tied it up in my closet. It stayed there.
1992: Wausau, park. Group of friends got together for a seance. We grabbed hands and soon I was ‘whisked’ away. I couldn’t feel anyone around me. After it I cried for about an hour or so after because I had a feeling of such sadness around me. Afterward I discovered that during it we were trying to contact someone that had just dies of AIDS.
1992 – 1993: Had a friend ‘call’ me by psychic means. I felt an urge to be right where she was, which I felt was across campus, in one of the places to eat and study. I went right to where she was, which was in the back of the building in a corner. She was crying and was trying to get people – anyone – to help her because she was just mugged. I guess I heard her through some psychic wave lengths. This would also happen at the place I worked for, before Caller ID – I’d pick up the phone and know who it was before they spoke.
1993-1994: See ‘haunted syns’
2005-2006: Current apartment: Just a visual of man in apartment once or twice. Sense of him at times in my bedroom.
There is a long gap there – not sure if it’s just me growing up or I’ve just been really good at ‘blocking’ myself off. I’ll let you know if there’s more.
Our apartment building in Milwaukee was haunted, Roy. There was an old man that just walked the halls, and sometimes opened our apartment door. Remember?