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PARANORMAL ENCOUNTERS

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" The dead are talking....

can you hear them??"

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Brian from Bolingbrook,Illinois shares:

" As I was hanging my coat up in the front closet, I heard voices coming from our master bedroom. Maybe my wife left the TV on? OR maybe the radio? It didn't really phase me. It sounded like several people talking...only I couldn't quite make out the words. The voices continued as I approached and went up the staircase. But as I got to the door, the voices stopped. My wife was sound asleep. The TV & radio was off! With no way to explain any of it, I am sure I had a ghostly encounter."

Bob from Warrenville,Illinois shares:

"During the night, I sometimes hear my cabinets opening and closing on there own in my kitchen. Yikes!"

Thomas from Birr County,Ireland shares:

"The property was vacant. I had just finished my rounds and sat down by the fire in the library with my newspaper. I set my newspaper on the coffee table and closed my eyes for just a moment. I felt a slight breeze and my hair brushed to the side. I opened my eyes and there in front of me stood a woman. At least I believe she stood because her body was not visible some inches below the waist. She wore a light cornflower blue dress and her brown hair was in a bun atop her head. She had a white lace shawl around her shoulders and a cameo type brooch afixed at her neck. She had kind eyes and stared at me intentfully. Within a moment, she disappeared...right in front of my eyes! I feel comforted knowing that she continues to look out for her home & for me."

Nathan from San Deigo,California shares:

"I once took the Ghost and Gravestones tour in Old San Diego around two to three years ago. A private home that we visited was not always a home for the Owner, but for soldiers as well; The soldiers did not always survive. I go through the second level of the house with the tour guide and my family as I see a rocking chair which the original owner of the house sat in, opposite to it is a portrait of her on the wall. I only slightly waved my hand around the chair without touching it and as if from out of the blue the chair rocked back and forth as if someone got out of it."

Jazmin from Carbondale, Illinois shares:

"My mom was up at 1:45am in the morning working on the computer. She had the house phone on the charger on the other side of the room & she had her cell phone next to her. Her cell phone rings. The phone said 'home' on the caller ID. So, it was the house phone calling. Being in her room on the computer, she answered it thinking it was some one else in the Front room using the other house phone. She answered "Hello?" Nothing, not even breathing, not even the T.V.! She went to the Front room, the T.V. was on and the phone was gone! The next morning, she found the other house phone... under the couch! " CREEPY"

Sally from Oswego,Illinois shares:

" I was so devastated by my dads passing that he made sure to let me know he was ok.... One time in my kitchen, I passed by an open door and smelled fresh cut lumber. It lasted for just a moment and suddenly vanished. I just knew it was my dad."

Taylor from Aurora,Illinois shares:

"One night I was laying on the couch and I saw out of the corner of my eye someone walking down the stairs. I looked over and I saw what looked to be a young girl. She looked to be from the late 1800s early 1900s. She had a white night gown on and a black ribbon/bow in her hair. She had short brown hair. When she got to the bottom of the stairs she turned and looked at me then she kept walking and disappeared into the closet. Everynow and then I see her going through the doorways from the kitchen on holidays after my family went home. I think her name is Erica because that name is carved into one of the door frames. "

Esther from Aurora, Illinois shares:

"Mother lived w/us for 20 years and died in 1998. Feisty, difficult at times, inclined to pit one sibling against another for her affection and love, she was nonetheless my mom and I love her. I remember often coming home from work so fatigued and burned-out that I had to go to my bedroom and take a nap b/4 dinner. My mother would often want my attention and call out to me outside of my closed bedroom door to get up and talk to her as she was lonely. Four years after her death, we moved to another home. I was in a deep sleep one early morning and all of a sudden I heard my mother loudly calling out my name, "Esther, Esther, get up!" Even though I have multiple disc/spinal stenosis problems with my back, I somehow sat right up in my bed and yelled out, "I'm coming, Mother, I'm coming." As I sat up I looked straight ahead and then I turned my head to face the open bedroom door and there standing with her toes at the entrance to the bedroom and leaning to the right in order to see me around the chest of drawers that partially blocked the view was my mother. She was wearing her furry robe, pj's and slippers, as she often did, but mostly I remember her direct stare at me and the bewildered look in her eyes...something I had never seen before. I blinked and then she was gone, and I said out loud to myself, "what just happened here?" This was her first visit to me. A few months ago, I was sitting in my wing chair, with my feet on the right side of theottoman while watching TV in my LR and I fell asleep in the early evening. Next thing I know I am in a dream but I am very much aware that I am awake. The scene is the same as b/4 I fell asleep, except this time the LR was dim, the TV was still on (the TV had belonged to my mom), and I was sitting in the same position. Seated on the left side of the ottoman in a forward leaning position with her arms on her knees and looking at the TV was my mother. I heard myself trying to speak to her, but I could not form the words..the sounds of words were coming out of my mouth but I felt as if I was drugged, and I knew I couldn't speak to her because I was in a dream. So I tried to stretch my legs and bend my toes to touch the back of her hips to get her attention. I must have touched her because she twisted around to her right and looked at me. I heard myself saying to her, "why aren't you paying attention to me" and all I saw was a blank look in her eyes and then she turned around and continued to watch TV. She by nature was friendly and animated so this look in her eyes baffled me. My yelling at her about paying attention to me woke me up as I heard my voice. This was her second visit to me. Two weeks later, I again had a dream as I sat in the same chair while watching the same TV at about the same time in the early evening. In this dream, I was in a room that was dark and there there was a dim light directly over a table in the middle of this room. On the table were 4 or 5 one-page letters, which were laying next to one another from left to right on the table. I somehow knew to look straight down on the letter in the middle, as it was to me. I couldn't read the handwritten words, but I knew it was from my mother. Contained in two separate lines in the letter were the printed words in black lettering, I CAN'T. These two words stood out because they were in dark black letters and they were printed..the rest of the letter was in dim handwriting. When I immediately woke up, I asked myself what did my mother mean by the words, "I CAN'T? And then I understood. She was telling me that she could not speak to me, she could not communicate with me like I want her to. And I made my peace with my mother by telling her that I want her to be at peace and that I will not ask her to do what she cannot. I want her to be happy. Since that time she has made her presence known. My husband and I are seniors and have difficulty reaching up to the top shelf of a kitchen cabinet. I had set aside a dish to be placed on the top shelf of a cabinet and planned to ask my husband to use the step stool and put the dish up on the shelf. A hour or so later, I noticed that the dish was not on the counter, and was instead on the top shelf where I had wanted to ask my husband to put it. I asked him how he knew that I wanted that dish put on the top shelf, and he said that he didn't put any dish on any shelf. Since he and I are the only ones in our home, I can only surmise that my mom was helping me clean the cabinets and was responsible for putting up the dish..she always loved to help with housework and she was very thorough. I made a point of thanking her for her help, as always! The TV that she owned that now sits in a cabinet in the LR was inexplicably found to be turned on in the middle of the night because we could hear it playing, and this went on at our former home after my mom died, and then for a little while in our present home. My mom loved her TV and it's nice to see that she still watches it. My last encounter with my mom occurred while I was sleeping. I am laying in bed sleeping, and then all of a sudden, during the middle of the night, I hear someone, I believe it sounded like my mother, call out my name very slowly, somewhat softly, very clearly and it was a feminine voice and my name was broken down as follows: "Es-ther" instead of "Esther." There was a slight pause between syllables. I immediately woke up and said out loud in the dark, "who said my name?"

Michael from Wheaton, Illinois shares:

"About ten years ago, I was watching TV after school while my parents prepared to go out to dinner with some friends. I wasn't paying attention when the left, but shortly after they left in the corner of my eye someone walked into the living room from the dinning room and sat in the LayZBoy recliner. Thinking it was my dad, I started asking him if he wanted me to change the channel, after several minutes of no answers I turned around to ask "Why are you ignoring me?" only to see an empty and rocking recliner. A moment later my parents car pulls into the driveway and my mother walks inside and says "I forgot my purse." I still don't know who that was in my living room that day, but after that it was common for windows and doors to open and close on their own, and lights to go off and on at their own discretion."

Michele from Naperville, Illinois shares:

"My earliest encounter was at 9 years old in the Cress Creek (now) Condominiums. As I was coming out of my room vacuuming the carpet, I drew my arm back and thought I felt my arm hit something and heard, "Ow!" I turned off the vacuum and turned around expecting to find my sister standing there. But no one was there - nor in the condo at all. They were next door. While I've had several encounters in between, my latest experience was a vacant home in Rochelle. I was previewing the home for a client (I'm a Realtor) and had been in the home for about 10 mins when the basement door suddenly slammed with a force so hard, it shook the whole house. I was by myself, there was no wind and the door was open 180 degrees only moments before. After looking for a cause, I decided I was going to stay and look at the rest of the home when all the hair on my body went up. It felt like someone had walked thru me. I left. I didn't run out the door but, I definitely walked briskly!"

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