Keeping secrets from your significant other? That's rather risky.....

Spooky stories and wierd dreams? That's my life story. Here are a few quick ones.

In highschool I lived about 10 blocks from the school so I would walk home and have several hours to my self until the rest of the family got home. We didn't have a dishwasher so cleaning dishes by hand was one of my chores. One day I'm washing dishes with one side of the sink filled with soapy water and mindlessly scrubbing and rinsing the dishes in the other side of the sink while staring out the kitchen window into the backyard. I saw something moving across the yard, which at first I thought was fine fishing line caught in the wind but it was moving too slow and in the wrong direction. The best way to describe it would be a faint outline of a person, like a very subtle Predator cloaking effect. I watched it move across the yard towards the far corner of the house where I could no longer see it. I dried my hands so I could go outside for further investigation, but then heard a thumping sound coming from the part of the house this thing had moved to. I went to see what had happened and found that the closet door in my room was open and a shoebox I kept on the top shelf was in the middle of my room with the top open and all the stuff inside scattered around it. This was odd because I have an almost OCD habit of always closing closet and cabinet doors. I picked up the box, put everything back in it and replaced it back in the closet. I returned to the kitchen to finish washing dishes and found the sink full of soapy water was now empty and all the dirty glasses were in a circle and full of water.

I once had a dream where I was standing out in the middle of the desert at night and in the distance I saw two figures, one was kneeling and hitting something on the ground with a metal stick, like a crowbar. The other was standing next to the first. They were talking but I couldn't make out what was being said. Suddenly I noticed a young woman standing next to me, she turned to me and said "they seemed like nice guys, but they aren't." That's when I woke up. About a week later I was with my wife (girlfriend at the time) and we were walking into a store when I saw something that froze my blood. On the wall was a missing persons flyer of the young woman from my dream. My wife said that it was someone who went to her college and had not been seen in about a week. She didn't think anything of it, probably went back home to hang out with friends. I told her about my dream and said that this young women was dead, beaten to death with a crowbar out in the desert east of town. She just said "that's not funny" and went on into the store. About a month later the news had an update on the missing woman, two male college students admitted to killing her with a tire iron and leaving the body off the highway east of town in the desert.

Wonderfull story, spooktacular :)

I have had many weird and wonderful experiences. Though, I prefer to keep it to myself due to endless criticism, no proof and so on.

However, there is one wee thing I like to share because it wasn't just me. Near 15 yrs ago I was walking through main street Aberdeen during a very busy period in broad daylight. As I walked past the local cemetery, I saw a woman just standing smiling at me. The part that caught me off guard was that it looked strikingly like my grandmother who died a few years before hand.

I personally didn't think much of it after being weirded out for ten minutes or so. But I was on my phone to my sister that same night and she said the exact same thing. A woman who looked like my grandma just standing and smiling as she passed. This was in a completely different part of town, a good ten miles or so from where I was. It has always been on our minds since.

I don't think I ever had hallucinations. Was there a physical or psychological cause for them or something?

Maybe the moving beaker was a hallucination or something like that, too? How far did it move? And was it empty, or was there something in it, which could have somehow caused the movement?
Damn, great stories! If ghosts/spirits or similar entities are real, and they exist in some sort of parallel plane of existence, maybe you have a stronger connection to them than most people. Like the old lady in Poltergeist. :P

No worries, the point of this thread isn't to judge whether or not these stories are real. It's all just for fun, and everyone will have to decide for themselves what they want to believe.

Not sure if there's an explanation for this one. If only you had seen her, it could have simply been a similar looking woman, but if your sister saw the same thing, and in another location, that certainly seems spooky!

It just wasn't a woman walking past either, she looked us both in the eye and smiled. It is a bit weird lol

Guess it could still have been a different, but similar looking woman. Have you ever seen her again after that? And did she wear familiar looking clothes?

Similar clothing style which is hard to miss, a woman from the '60s. But there is also a matter of her perfume. My grandmother had a specific brand that I've never smelt on any other woman. We smelt that day and have smelt a whiff of it every now and again in our homes. Creepy or we're nuts lol.

I've actually thought about going to see a psychic or something to find out if I "have the gift" or whatever, but honestly it really creeps me out sometimes. Whenever people tell me that they don't believe in ghosts or any supernatural nonsense I get a little jealous. I've seen, heard and been touched by things I can't explain in any rational way. A few years ago my work had a big banquet/party at the local Museum of History. They chose the museum because they had just opened up a new Titanic exhibit, with several actual pieces of the real Titanic on display. I refused to go because I was afraid of what I might experience.

No cause that I've ever figured out for my hallucinations. It was nothing freaky like seeing zombies or anything, just...mundane things, like seeing and interacting with family members that turned out not to be there, or doing actions that then it turned out weren't done.

And I know the beaker movement wasn't a hallucination because it moved an arms length in front of my eyes, from right below all the apparatus I had set up to a place away from it. By the time I was in college, I didn't really have hallucinations at that level any more.