In this post I and hopefully others, will tell about dreams, strange experiences, Deja vu experiences, brushes and encounters with the ‘paranormal’ we or others we know, have personally had.

I am not interested in the well known stories that abound on the net and in books, I am after your own personal accounts.

I will begin by telling you one of my own:

I go back to the time when I was 11 years old. It was the summer recess/holiday and my class were going on a 2 weeks trip away from home( although not that far away – maybe 20 miles). We were to stay in a large country house (probably a couple of hundred years old). The house had been converted into a kind of hostel for schools to come and visit and stay, a base to explore the countryside and small villages surrounding it. We slept in a large dormitory type bedroom, with about 16 beds in it, 8 on either side of the room. I can see it now in my mind’s eye. My bed was facing the window, I was in the last bed away from the door, near a fireplace.
The first night as you can imagine was exciting and noisy at bedtime. bounce We were all excited and were staying away from home for the first time. After been told to ‘keep quiet or else’, so many times by the adult teachers( who were sleeping elsewhere in the house), everyone started to calm down and fall asleep. tapedshut
The time must have been around 11:30pm, the room now was still, just myself and another girl across from my bed were whispering to each other, the rest of the room, as was the house, quiet.

Suddenly I heard footsteps in the room, near the door(which was closed).I wondered who was out of bed after we were all forbidden not to get out of bed again! We both turned to look towards the door to see who it was, but on turning we saw noone. I looked around the area, surprised not to see anyone and then I heard the footsteps again, they were walking very slowly away from the door into the room. They made the sound as if wearing shoes, but I could not say now, whether male or female. I was frightened to say the least. I asked in a loud whisper, to the girl in the other bed if she could see anyone. She said “no “, in a frightened voice and stuck her head under the sheet, and I did not hear from her again that night. freaked

Whoever it was who was walking, stopped at every bed, paused for a minute or so and then continued slowly down the room – towards the end of the room my bed was at.
I slid the sheet over my head and I could feel my heart pounding and the blood was whooshing in my ears, and it was so hot! I was sweating under there. yikes

The footsteps continued at a slow pace down the middle of the room, stopping for a minute or so at each bed. Then as I dreaded, they came and stopped at the foot of my bed, but instead of turning around and going back, I heard them walk towards the side of my bed where I lay, and stopped next to me.
Completely petrified and drenched in sweat, I dare not move or hardly breathe. I seemed to wait in that state for eternity, but – nothing happened. After a bit more than ‘eternity’, I summoned up the courage to peep out from beneath the sheet to find -nothing standing by my bed. thinking

I eventually fell asleep. The events of the previous evening had really frightened the other girl and she refused to speak about it the next day. The rest of the evenings and nights passed off without any other strange things taking place. The footsteps did not return( to my relief). spin

I was left wondering as I do to this day:

Who or what was making the footsteps which I clearly heard in the room questionmark
Why were they stopping at each bed in turn questionmark
Why did they turn and come to a halt next to my bed questionmark
Where did who/whatever made the footsteps, go to questionmark

I have pondered these questions now for many years and still have not come up with a definitive answer. shrug

That is just one of my early memories of strange events that have taken place in the course of my life so far...

More to tell. cool