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I have had 'experiences' as long as I can remember... probably four or so. The thing is, I was in my early 30's before I thought anything of it. I never thought of them as experience's. I considered it normal. Of course, other people didn't feel like that. Other people thought I was weird I suppose, adults and children alike. Once I moved here to the Woods, 'experiences' began to take on a whole other level, and I spent the next 30 years getting to know 'myself' and connecting dots. Still doing that at 65.

I didn't come here to post a bunch of stuff tonight. I find it prudent to let people get to know me slowly. :eek:

But, I did have one story I thought you might enjoy.

Before I made a commitment to up root my life and my children's and move here, I made several trips up to visit a friend who lived here in another part of the deep woods. Hill people you know, they have a different way of seeing things and living life. On my visits there were always people showing up out of nowhere, literally.. Interesting characters, very different and very kicked back. Now, you have to understand that I am talking the backwoods. While this area has grown quite populated (unfortunately), back then this particular cabin set in the middle of isolation in the middle of nowhere. Miles off a paved road.

Anyway, by evening there were always people and instruments and home made grills being fired up and children playing everywhere. The fiddles and banjos and tambourines and wash boards and even spoons would start strumming up. Beer's would be popped (and an occasional jug), food would be cooked and music would play until dark thirty or so. Then, as suddenly as everyone appeared they would be gone.

So, this particular evening when everyone was gone and it was just me, my friend, and a couple of who had decided to stay the night. We were sitting on the back porch (which was as big as the inside) just talking and chilling. A bit earlier my friend had pulled out a bottle of rum and asked if I wanted a rum and coke for a change. I said sure, sounds good. Now I was sitting on the step's looking out to the east... over a huge pasture, on the other side of which the river flowed, with a rum and coke in my hand. Perfect huh?

Everyone but me had gone inside. But, I was enjoying myself and the quiet so I remained. There was a big old window that looked out onto the porch. The light from inside was very dim but not completely dark. I was on my second and last rum and coke. Just checking out the view. Between the 'yard' and the pasture was a fence. I was told before that the man that owned the pasture grazed cattle there occasionally and even if I didn't see them, to be aware, cause he had an ornery old bull that felt that particular spot was his own. So I'm sitting and gazing and doing nothing and suddenly a movement from the north side of the pasture caught my eye. The north side and south side of the pasture were both against the wood's and a distance away so the movement was just a movement. A flicker. So, I continued to keep my attention on the area out of curiosity. After a few minutes, more movement, then bigger movement etc. Something was definitely entering the field from the south.

I remember thinking, there come's that old bull I am always hearing about. At that distance it was just a thing, an object, a blob. But sure enough it was coming my way. Cool. Bull. You know? So I watch this old bull crossing into the pasture and about equal distance from the porch and the river. Staying the course. Taking his time. Eventually he got close enough that his shape became clear, and yep, it was that old bull... no doubt. A few more yards and that old bull looked straight at me, and Stood UP. Hand to heart he did. On two legs. And proceeded to cross the pasture, pretty as you please. Now, this was a big bull. Not man sized at all in other words. Big. So, I am sure that my jaw was dropped all the way to my chest and I know for sure that I was stunned. Truly stunned. What? What? At the north end he looked back once and disappeared into the woods.

I looked back at the window, because that's what you do... look around to see if anyone else is seeing this. And standing in the window was a elderly woman. Obviously Native American. Wearing buckskin and braids. Looking back at me. Scared the bejeez's out of me. I was already on high alert and this put me over the edge on 'be scared or not be scared'. I just remember looking down at the drink in my hand, setting it gently down on the step, and walking around the cabin and inside. I find it quite funny now, not so much then. The next morning I kind of tried to steer the conversation in some way towards the experience without blurting it out and assigning myself to the 'crazy' shake of the head. But, no deal.

It was years later that my friend and I were sitting on that same back porch and I told him about all this. He said, "Oh Yeah, that's Sasquatch. He lives around here somewhere. Been here for as long as any one can remember." Like this was a everyday, normal, fact of it. And the old woman? His great-great grandmother. She hangs out too. "She probably knew she would scare you. She thinks that's hilarious to scare someone that doesn't know about her." He said she probably got a double amount of pleasure because she'd been watching me watch Sasquatch and new the shock would be upped by several magnitudes.

So, that's this story. I like to tell it, under the right circumstances, to show the lighter side of what can be a pretty scary otherworld. :ghost:

Great story, Darcy! lol You fit right in. No worries!
 
Hi All,

I am new here. I just had to find somewhere or someone to talk to about my most recent experience. This particular experience had me initially so scared and in tears out of being so frightened to now thinking I think it was my passed on pet visiting me.

So about an hour ago (in Sydney Australia so it is 11.13pm on Saturday night here) I went outside to get the laundry off the line. I turn around to put the clothes in the laundry basket and in the corner of my eye i see a black shadow approaching me from the back of the yard.
We don't have any pets at our new home so my first reaction was to run for my life from what ever this was. I nearly trip and fall over the laundry basket, I am in tears at this point and I look in the direction of where this shadow was approaching and nothing was there. Absolutely nothing! Im crying and shaking. I pick up the basket and hurry inside, I then have a thought that perhaps it was my pet I had to put down in January and then i cried even harder because that has been one of the hardest goodbyes I have ever had to do.

His name was Zeik and he and I had been together for almost 10 years. He was a bull mastiff cross staffy, and black. He was my everything, my best mate. When I decided to move out at 21 I got asked if I would take him in as the original owners were just going to take him to the pound. So I took him without question and we had been inseparable ever since. Then January, he became ill and I had to make the decision to put him to sleep, hardest decision of my life this far.

I have heard him, little sounds he would make since. I have smelt him, and have even felt him sit on me since his passing (even though he was big he was my baby and liked to think of himself as my lap dog)

Then I think, the shadow that was approaching was similar to the pace he would have been coming to me if he were here. It wasnt super fast as he, with old age had developed arthritis in this legs. But it was a decent pace.
I am hoping that this is what it was and nothing sinister.

Anyone else had any pets revisit after passing?
As I am sort of left scared, and I now dont really want to go back out in the yard alone at night anymore, I am questioning what it actually was.

Thank you for reading!!
I have some much different older experiences but needed this one off my chest!
 
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Hi All,

I am new here. I just had to find somewhere or someone to talk to about my most recent experience. This particular experience had me initially so scared and in tears out of being so frightened to now thinking I think it was my passed on pet visiting me.

So about an hour ago (in Sydney Australia so it is 11.13pm on Saturday night here) I went outside to get the laundry off the line. I turn around to put the clothes in the laundry basket and in the corner of my eye i see a black shadow approaching me from the back of the yard.
We don't have any pets at our new home so my first reaction was to run for my life from what ever this was. I nearly trip and fall over the laundry basket, I am in tears at this point and I look in the direction of where this shadow was approaching and nothing was there. Absolutely nothing! Im crying and shaking. I pick up the basket and hurry inside, I then have a thought that perhaps it was my pet I had to put down in January and then i cried even harder because that has been one of the hardest goodbyes I have ever had to do.

His name was Zeik and he and I had been together for almost 10 years. He was a bull mastiff cross staffy, and black. He was my everything, my best mate. When I decided to move out at 21 I got asked if I would take him in as the original owners were just going to take him to the pound. So I took him without question and we had been inseparable ever since. Then January, he became ill and I had to make the decision to put him to sleep, hardest decision of my life this far.

I have heard him, little sounds he would make since. I have smelt him, and have even felt him sit on me since his passing (even though he was big he was my baby and liked to think of himself as my lap dog)

Then I think, the shadow that was approaching was similar to the pace he would have been coming to me if he were here. It wasnt super fast as he, with old age had developed arthritis in this legs. But it was a decent pace.
I am hoping that this is what it was and nothing sinister.

Anyone else had any pets revisit after passing?
As I am sort of left scared, and I now dont really want to go back out in the yard alone at night anymore, I am questioning what it actually was.

Thank you for reading!!
I have some much different older experiences but needed this one off my chest!
I have had pets visit many times before. It's not unusual for them to come by and check on you. However, it's rather odd for them to come in shadow form. Most times they do not take this approach to visits and dark forms/shadows are normally not something that you want to just "accept" as visiting pet right off the bat. I have to say I'd be wary of anything taking a shadow form.

Have you had any recent activity at this home? Anything negative happening lately to you or even the area around you?
 
I have had pets visit many times before. It's not unusual for them to come by and check on you. However, it's rather odd for them to come in shadow form. Most times they do not take this approach to visits and dark forms/shadows are normally not something that you want to just "accept" as visiting pet right off the bat. I have to say I'd be wary of anything taking a shadow form.

Have you had any recent activity at this home? Anything negative happening lately to you or even the area around you?

Hi Debi,
No nothing in this house as yet. I have however always had something around me from around the age of 5-6.
The home we are in now, we have only been here for the passed week or so, so this was the first experience of anything odd so far. This is what has made me question my experience last night. I have even felt my passed dog sit or try to sit on me, and my reaction to this was completely different to my experience last night. The time I had felt him was not at all frightening, yet this had me fearing my safety.

In my previous home, we were there for about 3.5 years. I had the occasional odd experiences there, alot of sleep paralysis episodes, a few times I had extremely frightening dreams and waking convinced something was in the room.
I have had things fall from heights and make huge noises. And everytime my mother would have to come by to feed my dog while we were on a holiday or something she always said she had preferred to just go around the side of the house rather than through it as she always had a feeling of being watched. I had also seen a few shadows pass by and one time my husband felt a hand on his shoulder and thinking it was me said 'love you' but I was in the bedroom on the other side of the house. Every home I have been in has had something, im starting to think it is me!!
 
Hi Amy and welcome to the forum. I do believe our pets visit us. They will sometimes stay until our grief eases. Your shadow however may be something else. I agree with Debi. Your instincts kicked in and you moved away. Your comment it may be you, could be right. Some people seem to attract activity. Or perhaps it’s aeound all of us and some just perceive it better. I would recommend prayer and house cleansing with sage or palo santo.
 
Hi Amylm, I am sorry I missed your post. Where ever you are I am sure Ziek is close. Someone very wise once told me, when you establish a bond with your animal companion and friend such as you have with Ziek, it is never broken.
 
Hi Amylm, I am sorry I missed your post. Where ever you are I am sure Ziek is close. Someone very wise once told me, when you establish a bond with your animal companion and friend such as you have with Ziek, it is never broken.
I hope his is so because I have lost so many beloved pets over the years.
 
I have a fair number of experiences, but I'd like to share the one I think about most.

My earliest memory is really described best by my 6-yeard-old self: bees! For a long time (at least months, perhaps even more than a year), when I would go to bed, I would stare anxiously into my dark bedroom waiting for the most exciting thing in my young life - something that made going to bed the most special part of my day. As I said, back then I'd say 'bees', and frankly I still love saying it, but the actual manifestation was this:

The room would go quiet - I couldn't hear the insects outside or the big furnace outside my door. Then the room would fill will dozens of lights of various sizes; some would be as small as a penny, some as large as a golf ball, but most were the size of bumblebees. They didn't have obvious features at all - no wings, appendages, faces, etc. They were just softly glowing lights that drifted, flitted, or danced around the room. They weren't just non-threatening, they made me extremely happy. I'd laugh, reach out to them, and just watch them play* until I eventually fell asleep. I never got out of bed, and I don't recall they ever attempted any meaningful communication with me. They didn't arrive from anywhere - they just faded into view; I never questioned it then, and now I'd say it was like my room was overlapping with a place where they already were. I never saw them leave, as I always fell asleep with them present.

Even more vivid in my mind is the event that marked the end of the bees. I was in bed, as normal, waiting for them, and something else happened. The room went quiet as normal, but instead of bees I heard slow footsteps from the hall. I watched, stunned, as a young woman walked around the corned and strode right into my room. She was young - no more than 20. Brunette, shoulder-length hair. She was wearing brown cowboy boots, faded denim jeans, a red and black plaid shirt, and she was carrying a small brown handbag on her left shoulder. She had pale skin (not ghostly - it looked like she had the tail end of an old tan, in fact), large green eyes, a small, upturned nose, shallow cheeks and a strong chin.

I was terrified, but I want to stress that she was not threatening in any way. She never looked at me, but had her eyes pointed toward the window beside my bed. I don't think she was looking out of it, just in that direction. I watched her walk into my room and toward that wall, which would naturally take her right along the side of my bed. She was about halfway there when I got under my covers. I heard her walk past my bed to the window, then the footfalls stopped. When I looked out, there was nothing out of the ordinary. The room was normal, I could hear the furnace and crickets.

Now, it is not accurate to say I never saw the bees after that. However, it was no more than two or three times afterward, and it was never like before. They weren't present and vivid, but pale and seemed like they were far off, and they didn't play* like they did before. I had the feeling that they didn't see me anymore. My sightings of them were months apart and the first was months after seeing the girl, even though I tried and wished like only a child can that they would come back.

Seeing the girl makes no sense to me to this day. I actually would see her image again in a living, breathing person - the daughter of acquaintances my family made when I was 10 or 11. She was 18 and leaving for college, but she was darn near a clone of the girl, and the second (and last) time I saw her she was visiting her folks one Friday night and was wearing an outfit identical to the girl I'd seen years before. The confusion I felt seeing her still sticks with me. Every fiber of my being says that wasn't the girl I saw, even though the resemblance was uncanny, so that part I have to chalk up to a coincidence. But in that house I never had such an encounter again, and in fact I can't think of anything else unusual that happened there. We moved out when I was 10 to a small farm, where I would have heaps of unusual events in the house, grounds, and the forests, but absolutely nothing connected the bees or the girl with subsequent events in my life.

It left a very strong impression on me. Even 40 years later, I can see her as clearly in my mind as anyone else I've ever known. Heck, I think my overwhelming preference for brunettes is a direct result of this.

* When I say play, it's a rough translation of how I felt their behavior to be. I still feel that way, but the best way I can describe it more dispassionately is that they behaved like bumble or carpenter bees. Floating round, interacting delicately with each other - just more...ephemeral, I'd say.
 
that's enchanting.
I have a fair number of experiences, but I'd like to share the one I think about most.

My earliest memory is really described best by my 6-yeard-old self: bees! For a long time (at least months, perhaps even more than a year), when I would go to bed, I would stare anxiously into my dark bedroom waiting for the most exciting thing in my young life - something that made going to bed the most special part of my day. As I said, back then I'd say 'bees', and frankly I still love saying it, but the actual manifestation was this:

The room would go quiet - I couldn't hear the insects outside or the big furnace outside my door. Then the room would fill will dozens of lights of various sizes; some would be as small as a penny, some as large as a golf ball, but most were the size of bumblebees. They didn't have obvious features at all - no wings, appendages, faces, etc. They were just softly glowing lights that drifted, flitted, or danced around the room. They weren't just non-threatening, they made me extremely happy. I'd laugh, reach out to them, and just watch them play* until I eventually fell asleep. I never got out of bed, and I don't recall they ever attempted any meaningful communication with me. They didn't arrive from anywhere - they just faded into view; I never questioned it then, and now I'd say it was like my room was overlapping with a place where they already were. I never saw them leave, as I always fell asleep with them present.

Even more vivid in my mind is the event that marked the end of the bees. I was in bed, as normal, waiting for them, and something else happened. The room went quiet as normal, but instead of bees I heard slow footsteps from the hall. I watched, stunned, as a young woman walked around the corned and strode right into my room. She was young - no more than 20. Brunette, shoulder-length hair. She was wearing brown cowboy boots, faded denim jeans, a red and black plaid shirt, and she was carrying a small brown handbag on her left shoulder. She had pale skin (not ghostly - it looked like she had the tail end of an old tan, in fact), large green eyes, a small, upturned nose, shallow cheeks and a strong chin.

I was terrified, but I want to stress that she was not threatening in any way. She never looked at me, but had her eyes pointed toward the window beside my bed. I don't think she was looking out of it, just in that direction. I watched her walk into my room and toward that wall, which would naturally take her right along the side of my bed. She was about halfway there when I got under my covers. I heard her walk past my bed to the window, then the footfalls stopped. When I looked out, there was nothing out of the ordinary. The room was normal, I could hear the furnace and crickets.

Now, it is not accurate to say I never saw the bees after that. However, it was no more than two or three times afterward, and it was never like before. They weren't present and vivid, but pale and seemed like they were far off, and they didn't play* like they did before. I had the feeling that they didn't see me anymore. My sightings of them were months apart and the first was months after seeing the girl, even though I tried and wished like only a child can that they would come back.

Seeing the girl makes no sense to me to this day. I actually would see her image again in a living, breathing person - the daughter of acquaintances my family made when I was 10 or 11. She was 18 and leaving for college, but she was darn near a clone of the girl, and the second (and last) time I saw her she was visiting her folks one Friday night and was wearing an outfit identical to the girl I'd seen years before. The confusion I felt seeing her still sticks with me. Every fiber of my being says that wasn't the girl I saw, even though the resemblance was uncanny, so that part I have to chalk up to a coincidence. But in that house I never had such an encounter again, and in fact I can't think of anything else unusual that happened there. We moved out when I was 10 to a small farm, where I would have heaps of unusual events in the house, grounds, and the forests, but absolutely nothing connected the bees or the girl with subsequent events in my life.

It left a very strong impression on me. Even 40 years later, I can see her as clearly in my mind as anyone else I've ever known. Heck, I think my overwhelming preference for brunettes is a direct result of this.

* When I say play, it's a rough translation of how I felt their behavior to be. I still feel that way, but the best way I can describe it more dispassionately is that they behaved like bumble or carpenter bees. Floating round, interacting delicately with each other - just more...ephemeral, I'd say.
that's enchanting!
 
What a well written account and thanks for sharing. Welcome to the forum.

I have really no way of knowing what these things were but I can give you my first impression. I think some how there was a portal open somehow in your room. These beings (whatever they were), were interacting with you perhaps against the cosmic rules. The girl was a gate keeper of sorts and came to shut the window between dimensions. Because you became attuned to them perhaps you were able to see through the window and observe them when they flew near the spot. However because the window was closed you could not interact.

We have another member here Ben that had a similar encounter with little fairy like beings. Your expierence made me think of that. Perhaps he will comment here.

I hope to hear more of your story.
 
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