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obi:
I forgot to mention that the house we were living in at the time was a duplex, and that our neighbor dabbled in the occult, so demonic activity would come over from her place to ours all the time.

As far as what happened to my great grandma, I've been looking for facts on that for decades. All I have to go on is what my grandma told me, which is what her mom told her. I tend to believe her though, because my grandma's one of those no-nonsense devout Christians, and for her to make something up like that wouldn't make any sense.

I did google demonic activity though, and found this site.

http://paranormal.about.com/od/demonsandexorcism/Demons_Possession_and_Exorcism.htm

Don't know if all the accounts on there are true or not, but at least it makes for some interesting reading.

Janus:
well, that explains the entities you and your brother saw, you were lucky you weren't attacked by them, because most of the demonic cases I've dealt with (apart from my own) I've usually seen people attacked, but what you encountered was a bit unique, you haven't described any of the usual signs of the demonic, most of the activity I've encountered, I've only investigated 3 demonic cases and was present at two exorcisms, what I've seen was heavy furniture moving across the room, I've had a kitchen table thrown at me, had to go to the hospital for a couple cracked ribs, they must've been biding their time possibly waiting for the one who summoned them to tell them when to strike.

as far as research into the incident on the train, I'm sure your grandma wasn't lying, but in your research, did you try to find out which railway she was on? and try to see if the local area's historical society has anything? maybe a local historian? My mom is a librarian and the honorary historical researcher to my team and she has pulled up some interesting stuff in a number of cases

obi:

--- Quote from: Darkstar64 on February 25, 2010, 05:35:30 AM ---I forgot about one more story. One night, when I was 8, I was sleeping in my parents room. I woke up to something, but I don't remember what it was. Anyway, I looked over at their closet, and I saw something scary(scary at the time). I thought I saw a Vampyre with it's cloak pulled up, as if it were going to attack. It did nothing for a while, so I threw a dart at it. It went right through the 'vampyre' and the monster just faded away. So, what was that I saw? The whole thing looked like a big shadow shaped like a vampyre. If it helps, this happened after we added an extra bedroom and an new 2nd floor to the house.

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Just read this one. I'm pretty sure you saw a demon. In my belief/experience, demons can take many forms, and will usually take the form of what will cause you the most fear. They don't always need to physically attack to get their point across (whatever it may be). My very first demonic encounter was when I was around 6 years old and it took the form of a dinosaur, and it terrified me. So a demon assuming the form of a vampire around an 8 year old makes sense, cause what 8 year old wouldn't be frightened to see, in their mind, a vampire in their house?


@Janus: I'd have to ask my grandma if she remembers what railway it was, or if she even knows. Her mind's not what it used to be though, so I'm not entirely sure how fruitful that endeavor would even be though.  :-\


The thing with my demonic/supernatural encounters though, is that they all happened in the duplex in CA. After we moved I haven't seen anything since. Even in my old apt in AZ when my ex-wife (who had experiences of her own that I'll get into in a second) woke me up in the middle of the night claiming that the figure from her childhood was back, I didn't see/feel anything. My mom always said that the reason there was so much demonic activity in our place was a combination of our neighbor, and Satan attacking us (we were born-again Christians). She said that he (Satan) was upset that we belonged to the Lord and not him, and that's why he was making our lives a living hell (pun not intended). There was one instance where a demon actually tried to kill my father. I didn't witness it personally, but my mom told me about it the next morning. She said she woke up in the middle of the night because she felt this evil presence. She looked next to her and saw my father trying to breathe, and this dark figure on top of him, pressing on his chest. She said she called to Jesus and the figure disappeared. Anyways, all of it stopped once we moved. Was it because we left our neighbor behind? Or was it because we all faded away from being devout Christians? I don't know and, to be honest, I don't care. I'm just glad it doesn't happen anymore.


As far as my ex goes, she's had her share of experiences as well. She had a lot of factors in her life that explain why though (Extended family members who didn't like her immediate family that practiced Santeria, negativity/sexual abuse running rampant in her house growing up, herself being a practicing witch, and messing around with Ouija boards whenever her and her friends would get bored). She told me that growing up, she'd always see a dark figure with red eyes standing over her bed (the same figure that I didn't see or feel years later). She said that one time she saw a little boy standing in front of her closet, and that when she called to him he disappeared. She also said that, one time, she was looking into a mirror and she saw herself from the back, as though she was standing behind herself. She said she reached her hand out to touch the glass, but right before she did she felt a hand grab her shoulder and yank her back, causing her to fall to the floor. She was also home alone at the time this happened.

Coltrane:
My family has some weird experiences with spirits.

My niece's 5th birthday had just passed and she had gotten a helium balloon. She lived at my parents house with her mother, my older sister Meghan. One night, Meghan and I were in the living room watching tv, when this helium balloon started to float around the entire house, as if it was being pulled by it's ribbon. It even went up to the third floor and down to the first floor, as well as into a dead end kitchen and back out.

A week or two later, my niece was getting ready for bed when she said that the girl on Melina's (my other sister) lap didn't want her to go to bed, that she still wanted to play. Without prior knowledge of the balloon incident. We were a little freaked, but we figured a little girl wouldn't bother us much.

As far as I know, she didn't do anything major. She'd make things fall and rattle around the house, especially when you'd go to investigate (she played games), but she didn't give my niece any problems.

Another weird occurrence happened to me at this cemetery in Kitchener, Ontario. I used to have to walk through it at night around 1-2 in the morning to get home from work, and it had this short little street that connected it to neighbouring streets. I was never too worried because it was lit up by street lights and the other option was a 20 minute detour around the park.

The first night I got the creeps I was walking up to the cemetery as usual, but when I got close, the street lights shut off. I thought "whatever, I'm not walking the long way" and keep at it. The moment I step through the gate, the first street light turns on. I keep walking, getting to the edge of it's light, and the next one turns on. The moment I'm fully in it's light, the one behind me shuts off. This sequence happened through all six lights as I walked past the darkened gravestones. As I step through the far gate, the light behind me shuts off and I walk away with that eerie feeling. I keep glance back, and as I cross the street, the street lights in the cemetery turn back on.

The didn't just flash this at me either. It's done the reverse. It's had them all flicker as I walk through, but be fine before and after. I've even taken my sisters and friends there on multiple occasions to show them.

The one time, my friends and I drove up to the gate and parked. I was telling them the previous story and my other experiences, and they were getting creeped out. I hopped out of the SUV and walked up to the gate. As I did, they turned on as I walked through, but shut off when I stopped to look back. I kept walking and they flashed a few times, and then went out. Right then there was a flash of lightning and my friend Hilary freaked hardcore and cried for me to get back into the car.

The sad thing is, this cemetery is located between some older houses and a grocery store...

I dunno if I qualify as a sensitive, but my family has shown some psychic abilities

Hiyaku:
(I had the scariest night of my life! I saw this on my way to the art section, and decided to post it.)

Right, so I guess it really started about a year ago. It was the day after Easter, and one of my relatives had sent us some gifts. Well, this time she sent me a mini Monopoly game on a key chain. But my sister got something far worse. A mini Ouija board. My sister wasn't really into that stuff, so she asked me to trade. I happily agreed. That was the first mistake.

The second mistake, you've probably already guessed. I used it. I started out with "Are there any ghosts present?" Slowly, but surely, I felt my hand being pulled. I let go, calmed down, and asked again. It moved again, and stopped over Yes.

By now you must be thinking "So you stopped using it right?" Wrong. My third mistake, I kept using it. I asked it to spell it's name, no reply. I asked if he were a relative of mine. It moved to Yes. I asked if it was my grandfather, whom had died only a few months prior. No. Was it my great Uncle Jim, whom had died almost a year prior? Yes. Having deduced his identity, I put the board away. That night, I couldn't sleep.

The next incident was far worse. It was around September, at about midnight. Unable to sleep, I thought of my Ouija board. I decided to do some call and response. I asked if anyone was there. No reply. I asked again. no reply. but I felt a sudden cold on my check. I felt it. It was wet, and cold only in one spot. As if I had been kissed. I wiped it off, making sure it was warm again. I asked again, a little more shakily. Again I was kissed. I asked if I could have a hug. Immediately, I felt a chill around my upper torso. i had been given what I had asked for. I finally fell asleep.

After that I had many other smaller incidents, flashes of lights, shadows, people running in front of a mirror, and of course the feeling of being watched. But last night I had another major experience. I have this stuffed rabbit, which I've had ever since I was born. I sleep with it every night(yeah, I sleep with a rabbit! So what? that doesn't mean I a wuss or anything!). Last night I woke up feeling something moving in my hand. As usual, the rabbit was in my hand. But there was something strange. I felt it moving in steady, up and down motion, and could actually see the chest rising and falling. My rabbit was breathing! Thoroughly frightened, I tightened my grip, and the breathing stopped. A minute later, my pillow did the same thing. I released my grip on the rabbit, and another minute later, it started breathing again. I grabbed the rabbit and turned the other way. Again, it started breathing, but this time I let it. I had closed my eyes, but I knew it was lying flat. then something strange happened. The rabbit stopped breathing, and I felt something with a spherical shape go around in circles a few centimeters above my hand. I opened my eyes, the it stopped, and I saw the rabbit's legs had been moved so that they curled on it's stomach. I realized that it wasn't the rabbit itself that was moving, rather, something else was moving it! I turned again, and throughout the night, I felt a sharp prick at the back of my neck.

Obviously I have an intelligent haunting. But I can't help wonder why it's happening. Is really my great uncle Jim? Could it be someone else?

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