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A Letter to Annalee
 

Dear Annalee,

Life is so strange. Guess what... I had the spookiest paranormal experience of my life the day before yesterday. THE VERY DAY I STARTED WRITING TO YOU. Check this out...

My cat, Maman, is extremely psychic, and the family takes this for granted no longer. She is a gorgeous long-haired Persian, brindled ash grey in color, with pale green eyes. She is a source of amusement because she has only been around humans and not cats, her entire life, and as a result, she tries to talk. She also knows several words spoken in English, such as "breakfast" (she comes running excitedly to her bowls), "rub" (she says this one herself and rubs against your leg when she wants you to rub her), "brush" (when she wants more than a rub, but instead would like her long hair to be brushed and combed) and "milk", which she pronounces perfectly, including the K at the end. Amazing, but true. We have tape recorded her and are considering taking her in front of national television.

Well, here are Maman's amazing predictions.

1) 6 years ago, when she was new to the house and just a kitten, she romped and galloped around the entire place causing destruction as kittens do. My sister was in the house with her alone. Maman ran around the floor knocking things over, clambering on things and wreaking joyful havoc. Suddenly, at about 12:18 pm, the kitten became still. Frightened, she looked at my sister, then fled the room like a bolt of lightning, taking cover under the sofa at the furthest end of the house. My sister found her there and was on her knees talking to the kitten when a noise was heard down the hall. 12:20 pm, an armed man was breaking into and entering the house with my sister, who was alone. The kitten was at the opposite end of the house. My sister managed to bluff the burglar with a gun, and is fine, thank goodness, but this was the first evidence that Maman had heightened intuition and was potentially psychic.

2) Summer of 1999. My mother was at home resting on vacation, because she is a teacher, and summer is paid time off for her. Suddenly Maman, who was an outdoor cat by this time, took to sitting on the windowsill of Mother's room and hollering and howling for long amounts of time. No amount of care or questioning would quiet this cat down. My mother, if outside, would find herself followed relentlessly by Maman, who meowed, wailed and screamed as if in horror. This went on for days. Then one day Mother went in for a routine physical and found herself diagnosed with cancer. She made immediate plans for surgery and went home feeling devastated. Maman's behavior upon my mother's return was back to normal. No more hollering on the window and no more chasing and screaming.

3) March 31, 2000. Mother tells me Maman was following her around and screaming suddenly again. This of course alarmed her now, because the last time this happened, well... we don't want to go into it. But nothing happened to her or the family that night. However, on that evening, I was raped by a stranger at the home of an acquaintance over 60 miles west of my parents' home where Maman was. Somehow she had known that I was in danger. The following day, April 1, Maman's behavior was perfectly normal.

* I must add also here that there was a black cat named Magic at the house where I was raped. Moments before the rapist entered the house, as I lay trying to sleep on the sofa of my acquaintance in his living room, Magic, who had never met me before, started climbing on my chest and batting and slapping at my face with his little black paws. Meowing and calling incessantly, and TRYING TO WAKE ME UP. Minutes later, a rapist entered and I was sexually assaulted. Magic was trying to warn me. I wonder, did he get news of this on a sort of feline telepathic network cats possess? I am not joking by saying this. It couldn't have been a coincidence because 60 miles away, my own cat Maman was doing the same thing.

4) February 12, 2001. Even as I was reading the Large Salad Real X Files for the very first time, Maman was at it again. Humans never listen! When I went outside to feed her, Maman was berserk. She bumped into me, butted her head into me, and was calling and crying endlessly. I asked her "baby, what is it? what's wrong?" and she stared into my eyes, directly at me, meowing and barking. (Cat owners will recognize this "barking" phenomenon, when our pets make short, brief, hard sounds not like meowing but closer to puppy barks. Yes, cats can do this. They are trying to talk.) I know by now that Maman only barks when she is trying VERY hard to pronounce or say something. It sounded almost like her word for "breakfast" but wasn't it. I fed her. She ignored her food. (Very unlike her.) I gave her milk. SHE IGNORED MILK. Everywhere I walked, she stayed right against me, keeping her head against my leg and pushing me, as if trying to prevent me from even walking. When I walked up our very long driveway to the road to get the mail, Maman was extremely worried and escorted me all the way up and back to the house, watching me with actually sad and worried eyes. Still barking. I went inside and answered my emails. She paced outside the house's back door, fretting and barking. Now my own mother was getting concerned. "You'd better go to the doctor," she advised. I was beginning to agree by now and worried about possible cancer like my mother. But the answer was forthcoming in less than an hour.

As I got dressed and headed out the door to drive to work, a dark cloud suddenly came over my whole soul. I had the exact premonition I was about to die. I had no idea how it was going to happen, possibly traffic, but I knew for certain something REALLY BAD was about to happen to me somewhere. As my mother worked fixing supper, her back turned to me, I paused before walking outside to my car and I said, "Mom, I think I should be okay today. But if not, and if anything should happen to me on my way to work, I want you to know I love you."

30 minutes later, I was driving to work when two cars playing chase with each other went out of control. I was hit head on in an automobile collision I had no part in, just two young men engaging in road rage, and one lost steering. His car impacted mine at more than 60 miles per hour, devastating the car and deploying both air bags instantly. My car was slammed back more than 80 feet, slid across the street like a skater on greased ice, and came to a gentle stop in the parking lot of a gas station. At the hospital, doctors and radiologists looked at my arms and face. No contact burns from the air bags. They examined my bones. Not a single fracture. I walked out of an impossible car collision at a dreadful speed alive. The Rockdale hospital staff were whispering the word "miracle", and my parents, who were there, agreed.

When I came home, my cat at first looked genuinely surprised. Then she came to me purring and happy, rubbing against me ecstatically. I gave her two big full bowls of milk, hugged her and kissed her, and now am completely convinced that I am friends with a psychic cat.

Annalee, this story is true. It happened two days ago, moments after you sent me back your email reply, "A Deluge."

I Saw Myself
 

Woke up at Robbie's (my partner at the time) about 12:30, needed some cash so went round the corner to the cash point at the garage in Southampton Road. As I turned the corner I saw myself sitting on a red Triumph Daytona (a motorcycle), I noticed that he (I) was sitting as if waiting for myself to arrive. He wore a red T-shirt, like my 'didn't go to work' shirt but too new to be that same one ten years later and a pair of combats, khaki and fairly new. His hair was long and tied in a pony tail high on his head, the way I used to wear mine. There was an AA van behind him and the AA man was looking at the back end of the bike, the future me wasn't interacting with the AA man. I was immediately sure that it was me on the bike, I walked to the cash point and I could tell that the me on the bike was about ten years older and he smiled and nodded as if confirming his identity. I took twenty pounds from the machine then walked past the bike looking on his face for my mole but his beard was covering it, I could see clearly that it was not somebody looking like me but was actually me, he smiled and nodded again. The AA man had left by this point. I turned into Southampton Road then decided to go back and say something, as I turned he appeared on his bike heading towards Eastleigh, waving and nodding again as he passed me.

I know this sounds incredible and I have never had an experience like it, my current partner, Ally, prompted me to record it which I did.

At this time I was just starting my spiritual quest and thought it might be significant, though I never really understood what it might mean.

Alan Walker

Two Apparitions
 

My grandfather died before I was born and when I was 10 years old, a man appeared in my room and he talked to me all night until the early dawn and asked me about my family. When dawn came, he asked me to bring my forehead close to him because he wanted to give me a benediction. He kiss me on the forehead, said goodbye and slowly fade away. I heard my mother going to the kitchen and got up from my bed and told my mother that a man had been in my room all night and asked me about the family. I described the man to her and most especially his red hair. My mother began to cry and she said that I had described her father.

The second apparition appeared at a time that my mother was gravely ill but we did not know it. My mother developed a bad kidney. I was about 8 or 9 when this occured. One night a very beautiful lady walked into my room and sat beside my bed. She commanded me to get out of the bed and go to my father and tell him to take my mother to the hospital. I did not listen and 3 times, she gave me the same command until finally she raised her voice and told me "Get out of tht bed and go now!" As I started out of the room, she told me to tell my father that if he did not take her to the hospital,my mother would be dead by morning. I went through the same situation with my father that the lady had gone with me but I was finally able to convince him and he took my mother to the hospital. He returned that morning and he told me that the doctor had told him that if he has not brought my mother in when he did she would have been dead by morning.I told my father about the lady in my room and the dark green light that I had seen around my mother. A month later when my mother came home from the hospital,she brought a prayer book. I began to look at the pictures and got very excited with one picture and I screamed at my mother to come and see the lady who had warned me about her illness. It was the Virgin Mary under the name of "Our Lady Of Perpetual Help." My patron saint. Peace.

Yolanda, USA

Phone Call from a Spirit?
 

I once rang a close friend not knowing they had just taken their life. He had been suffering depression for a long time and i had rung to ask how he was. The phone was never answered but i could hear the most distressed voice i ever heard coming though the phone, i could not tell a word of what the voice was saying but i know there was something very wrong so i drove over to where he lived and found no one. I called all of his friends and they had not seen him,i even rang the hospital. I just knew that voice had to be trying to tell me something so the next day i went to his place again and took my dog with me and she kept sniffing around the door at the back of the house so i rang the police and they broke into the house and found his body inside. So i think there is many ways those in the spirit can contact us.

Ian Wilson - Australia

When I was 10
 

Once when I was about 10yrs old I was spending the night at my best friends house. Her mother and brother slept in the same room on another bed on the other side of the room. Then all of a sudden in the middle of the night I heard this woman crying, no not just crying wailing as if someone was killing her out side the bedroom door or down the hall. I hear her cries up and down the hall to the bedroom door, as if that wasn't enough, the woman started pounding on the door like some kind of wild thing. The strangest thing Im the only one that heard it that night.

I knew I wasn't dreaming because I was pretending to still be sleeping like I couldn't hear anything. Mind you This was in Mexico where people are really superstitious and they don't fool around with those kind of things. So my friend's mom made me pray the next morning after I told them all about it. Apparently that wasn't the first weird thing in that house. But that was enough for a little girl.

Toni

Stories of 'Coincidence'!
 

You asked for stories of 'coincidence,' a phenomena I really don't believe in. This happened a while ago, but was definitely a strange coincidence and it might be the sort of stories you are looking for.

Years ago I took some night classes at a local college. One of the classes was French. My employer at the time wanted me to know how to read French and paid for the class. I met a woman in the class, Shasha. She is of Albanian descent and was married at the time, but in the process of separating from her then husband. Because of all the complications, I never met with her except in class.

Classes ended. Weeks after I had been thinking a lot about her and went to the place I thought she worked at. I asked for her but nobody knew her there. That day or the next, I was at the post office picking up mail, thinking still about Shasha, and decided to get an iced tea from a fast food restaurant across the street and sit down and read my mail. I got in line and stood there waiting, reading a letter for a few minutes until I realized that Shasha was standing in the line in front of me. We talked a bit. I told her how strange it was that I ran into her because I had been trying to think of ways to get in touch with her.

A few months later, I was taking more classes at that college and decided to drop a class a week into the semester. I tried to sell the book back to the used bookstore but they were not interested in it. They suggested I go to the classroom and see if anyone needed a book. I got to the school early and was sitting in the cafeteria eating an apple when Shasha walked up. We talked. She asked me why I was sitting there, and I explained. She said she had come to the school to buy a book, what book was I selling? It turned out that she needed the book I was selling.

We had other coincidences but those were the two more spectacular. I felt a psychic connection with Shasha and wasn't surprised to learn a few years later that she had gotten deeply involved in spiritual activities.

I hope that is the sort of story you were looking for.

Russell

Stories from Russia and Latvia
 

So, promised stories of coincidence Well, once I lived in Russia (1986-1989), in a big city where I had an acquaintance - a Russian wizzard. Recently we have a lot of people who call themselves magicians, wizzards, shamans however it seems that most of them have no real magic power. That was not the case for the Russian magician I mentioned - he was a succesfull divinator and a healer.

Once when being engaged in a conversation with him in his flat I suddenly noticed that it was a deep night already. It was not good since I had an extreme need to be back in my flat this night. But how to do this? I realize it is hard to imagine for a Westerner but transportation during the night-time was a big problem in totalitarian Russia (more precisely, the Soviet Union) - no buses, no subway. Well, there was some chance to catch a taxi-cab in a down-town, but don`t even dream about this in up-town. Unluckily the flat of a wizzard was located just in up-town.

Don`t worry the wizzard said to me and blessed me through cross sign. I left his flat and appeared outdoors. It was extremely dark here: no single light even (well, I know it sounds unbelievable for U.S. people - no lights in a big city during the night-time!!!). Undoubtfully - no any chances to find a cab! However suddenly I noticed a small green light. Coming closer to it I find a taxi waiting.

Just imagine - dark empty streets: no one car, no people and a lonely cab waiting just for me! Of course, there is no need to add that my wizzard has no possibilities to make a telephon call to order a cab... I would say that strange coincidences were quite a usual situation during the time of my acquaintance with this wizzard.

Another story When living in Latvia I had a girl-friend who had a fence surrounded house in up-town. Once we were sitting in her room and having conversation when we heard creak of wicket-gate outdoors. Oh, it`s my father coming said my girl-friend. And we saw how father passed along her two windows (actually we saw only father`s silhouette because both windows were covered by semi-transparent curtain), we heard his specific heavy steps on garden track and on a threshold of the house but we didn`t hear him coming in. I came out to see what happened but I failed to find father neither in the house, nor in garden. You can imagine, we didn`t feel comfortable. I went to the neighbouring house where as we knew my girl-friends father visited his friend. I found him here and told about the event. He was quite suprised. I didn`t left this place even for a while he said.

I had another girl-friend afterwards and strange sounds started in my flat from the moment she appeared in my life. Thus, sometimes there was a noise in the corner of my mother`s room (in the evenings, as a rule) however it disappeared when my mother put here a rosary (cross); sometimes in the evenings we heard loud noise like furniture have been pushed in a neighbouring room - but it disappeared in the moment when we rush into this room; there was loud knocks in our window during the night-time (note that we lived on the 3rd floor), etc. etc. All these sounds stopped when I broke relationships with my girl-friend.

Well, I don`t know are these stories that ones you have expected and sorry for my English: it is not my mother tongue.

Best Wishes

Yan

Musings from Megan!
 

Most of the time when I try to phone friends I haven't seen for ages (up to 2 years) their telephone is engaged. Then a couple of minutes later they will phone me and that is why the phone was engaged. This happens quite often.

I have another friend who I have known for about 4 years and we know when something is a matter with the other person. We quite often can be at other sides of the world and both have sore throats together.

Last year, however, I lived in a house and we constantly felt like someone was missing. Then one night whilst sitting on my own I just got this feeling that 'something' wanted me to leave the room and go to bed. I didn't mention it to anyone because it was a little strange. Anyway, two weeks later the other girl in the house said she had a strange experience the previous night and went on to describe everything I had experienced. Then everyone got together in the house and said they always feel like someone or something is there, it wasn't a bad something but we always knew it wasn't always good! Like when it was bad it was time to leave the room.

Anyway that is enough spooky tales for now.

Megan

More X Files from Sybil!
 

When I was 11

When I was 11 my grandmother was found dead behind the bathroom door, this was due to a cerebral haemorrhage. I had dreamt the night before that her head was bleeding inside, my father who took heed of what I had to say went to see how his mother was, he found her...........

Six weeks later my Nan took ill with a stroke, she was the epitomy of health, was never ill. Well I sleepwalked to my mothers bedroom at 3.06 a,m, shook her, called her name (Eileen) and said "get up your mother has just died, she is alright Mary came for her". My mother was shocked and called me a few choice names and ordered me back to bed.

My father returned later that morning, he told my mother that Annie, my Nan, had passed away at 3.06 a.m. and that she had told him that it was alright as Mary had come for her.

My mother then dragged me to the local church to be blessed, she told me I was the devils daughter, the priest said nothing.

Weeks later I saw my Nan waiting for me after school, I felt she wanted to say farewell, I ran to meet her, she turned smiled and walked on fading into nothing, this was a bright spring day, I have been aware of her on occasions ever since.

1974

I was driving through Ribchester ( a well known roman site ), with a friend , I always listened for the sound of the marching soldiers that could be heard on certain nights, so the radio was off in the car.....

Well , as I was driving through I was aware of a large orange globe above me, it seemed very close, I wound the window down to listen, I heard nothing. I stopped the car to get a better look...........the orange globe stopped above me also......being scientifically minded thought to myself, lets see what it can do, so back in the car I jump, drive off, go fast go slow, drive on the wrong side of the road, drive from left to right , swerve - the orange globe never wavered from my actions, however a police car had been following me and the globe, he pulled me to see if I was drunk!, I wasn't. When he put his flashing light on the globe flashed in sequence with the blue lights.

I tell my experiences to the police, he believes me as he had been following at a distance. "What do we do now?" I asked, he stated "I'm out of here" ..............and was gone , did the globe go with him?, no, it stayed with me all the way into Preston town centre, then hovered over the local central police station for a while before going straight up at a vast rate of knots and disappearing into the night sky.

1994

Coming home after being to the local dive, dancing, it was around 4.30a.m. I parked the truck up, I always look at the night sky before I enter my home, the stars were wonderfully clear and the sky was midnight blue, the moon almost full. Then I was aware of a darkness coming from my left...a large and I mean large matt black flying triangular shape came over the cul-de-sac where I live, it covered both sides of the houses in situ, it was totally silent, there were no windows, lights, engines....... as it passed over I looked for propulsion - none!! just four evenly spaced dull red rectangles across the rear side of the triangle.

I am aware of all manner of strange crafts and planes as I live on the flight path to Wharton aerodrome near Preston, this was nothing to do with them as it was not on their flight path. We had experienced the Russian antonov landing not many weeks before and that is a huge aircraft. The flying black triangle was momentous in size compared to that. The strangest thing was as it passed it did not even disturb the air space around it.

1970

I had just had my appendix out, the lady across the ward seemed so poorly, she was fumbling for some thing..........I crawled across the ward to aid her, she wanted her rosary from the drawer, I got it for her held her hand and asked what she would like. She asked could she go now as she had had enough. I said you have to stay in bed for a while to recover from your operation. she asked again "can I go now?", feeling she was still under the influence of the anaesthetic I said of course you can go, any where you want to, I placed her rosary in her hands and by the time it took to reach my bed she had passed away. Later that evening I 'saw' her drinking a cup of horlicks at the table in front of my bed, she turned said "thankyou", and gave me a wink. all I can remember is that she looked so happy.

1970 again

On leaving hospital I was offered a holiday to recuperate in Tadley village near Kent. My friends an I went down to stay with his auntie Violet.

One day we were going down this narrow country lane , when I suddenly shouted out to him to stop. he did, I scrambled through the hedge to a dilapidated house. I stated that I had lived there and that the wallpaper in my room was hand painted and the wood was green. We went in the room , which was yellow, walls multi floral, no I said "lets scrape through, I know this is where I lived", We scraped through and it was just as I said it would be. Trouble is I had never been out of Lancashire prior to this trip, and the house had not been lived in for over a century.

I also felt this was my play room and not my bedroom.

SYBIL LUCAS-BREWER - Preston, Lancashire, England

Listen to Grandmother!
 

This is a story about my Grandmother who owned a sweet shop and was in many ways an extraordinary person, who had the ability to sense and describeillness and emotional problems in others.

In those days all the sweets were kept in large screw top jars arranged on shelves, some of which were high enough to have to use a ladder to reach.

On this particular morning, a young man, who worked at nearby factory had come into the shop to buy a quarter of "humbugs" which, as it turned out, were in a jar on one of the top shelves. Grandmother put the ladders in place and climbed up, but on reaching out to get hold of the jar, found that she was unable to move her arms. She had then turned to the young man and said "I can't give you these sweets until I have warned you that within the next hour you will loose all of the fingers of your right hand.

The young man laughed apparantly amused, Grandmother then retrieved the jar, weighed out the sweets and the young man went on his way.

Exactly one hour later he was brought into her shop with all of the fingers missing from his right hand. Apparantly the man worked in a papermill and had got his hand caught in a guillotine.

My Grandmother had seen all this happen an hour before when attempting to get the sweets down in the shop.

Sue - England

Norman Says...
 

I do have a file of synchro nice stories, all true. Here are a couple on the same subject, mathematical odds against them are gigantic, but then the odds against intelligent life being discovered on earth is much the same.

Recently I, for no reason, pulled an old tape out of the T-chest (I've got about 300/500 in the garage - tapes, not chests) and up came an obscure number from an obscure OLD Pete Townshend/Ronnie Lane album, a number that NEVER gets radio play, or ever did. Leaving it running (alone in the house) I went to the shop to get milk and eff me it was playing IN roughly the right place too, on local Gold Coast radio !

Also recently we heard twice on seperate, widely seperate TV progs/films ' YOU AINT SEEN NOTHIN' YET " used as BIG music hook. I 'knew it' but couldn't place it. Unusual for me, I've won boozy bets many times by knowing old discs backwards, forwards. wrong speed, producer etc etc and almost next day in the library for some unknown reason I borrowed BACHMAN TURNER OVERDRIVEL ( as I call them) who I normally loathe and lo and behold there it was, track one.

Most of mine are numerically based, the mathematical chances etc etc of coincidence and similar to above. But did I tell you that I saw, over on the moors, low, low low, a light of inexplicable brightness, ' hovering ' . I even rang police (not interested). It was HUGE, and not Venus or the moon or any of that and it stayed for so long I finally went to sleep.

Norman Ingram (Annalee's Dad) - NSW, Australia

Kent Says...
 

About the true X-files, I have no real experiences of my own.

Oh I've read many tales of such experiences, but haven't enjoyed one of my own. Several of my friends and acquaintances have though, and as requested I will pass some on. (Come to think of it some of the people I've encountered at conventions might count as "close encounters" of their own. There's a lot of nice people out there, but some weird ones as well.)

First, there's a friend of mine named Jerry that I used to work with. He tells about a time when he was driving home by a different route than usual, and he suddenly got the urge to slow down. As he climbed the hill he once again got the thought to "slow down." When the urge came a third time he slowed down again as he topped the hill, to discover that the road was badly damaged on the other side. If he hadn't slowed down he would have plowed right into it and had a bad accident.

I don't know if that is the kind of thing you meant, or if you might be interested in the experiences of another friend of mine named Butch. One time when he was sitting in his living room with the windows open, a lightning bolt came through one window and out the other. It avoided him neatly even though he was sitting between the two windows.

Lightning has some unusual effects anyway. I have newspaper clippings of a couple of odd occurrences. Like the man who was struck by lightning, and not only did it cure his blindness, but his hair started growing again. Then there were the two young ladies struck while walking down the street. Afterwards the only thing they were left wearing were their shoes. I'd have called that one an excuse but according to the article there were witnesses.

I've also worked with a man who lived in New Orleans for a time. His name is John and he told me about the girlfriend he had there. It seems that some of her ancestors had been involved with Voodoo. Not the evil spirit stuff you see in movies but the true Voudoun religion imported with many of the peoples that settled in the area.One of the things she inherited is a silver bracelet. The unusual thing about it is that it can't be lost. No matter what happens to it, it is always back at their house within a month.

I've told you about the friend of Catseye's that seems to be cursed so that any man she dates will marry the next person that date after her. I know someone else that has odd dreams, some of which seem to come true, especially when she dreams about someone having a baby. For some reason when this happens, and it isn't all the time, she is always right. The person might not know about their pregnancy, but she not only knows about it, she predicts the baby's gender. This has happened three times that I know of, a little too often to be called coincidence.

While I can't claim to know for a fact that all of these are true, they have been reported to me as being true. Perhaps that's why i keep an open mind about these type of things. There is just too much out there that we don't know. Anyway I hope these stories fill the bill. If they are what you are looking for you are welcome to them. They seem the closest of the ones I remember right away though. Take care.

Kent Camp - U.S.A.

Val's X File...
 

Annalee: In response to your question in the link-up club , nearly 30 yrs ago I experienced a "haunting" which lasted for 7 months. During this time many inexplicable events occured, some of which were witnessed by other people. Myself and my daughter both saw the "ghost", one of my friends heard and felt it and another of my friends was staying in my apartment the night it started. I won't go into too much detail as it is a long story but I will tell you it began and ended with a Ouija board. It started after I used a Oiuja board by myself (NEVER do that) and ended when some good spirits ,who my friends and I considered to be our friends, got involved and somehow chased my "ghost" away.

There have been other strange occurences in my life but this is the one that,by far, stands out.

Val - Long Beach, California, U.S.A.

4 X Files from Annalee...
 

The Little Hairy Man

When I was about five or six years old, I had a metal framed swing in my Grandma's back garden. It was freestanding, not secured into the ground. It was made of metal tubing and could be moved around. One night I was in bed - it was still light - when I heard the distinct rattle of the metal chains of the swing and then the whole swing was outside my bedroom window (I was on the second floor) of the house and sitting on the swing was a a little hairy man! He was laughing and grinning at me. The best way I can describe him is that he looked like today's depiction of very early man, when we still lived in caves and ate mammoths! I was scared and screamed but can't really remember what happened next. I think my Gran and mother came up to see what was the matter. Everyone always says, well, you were obviously dreaming - but this has no 'dreamlike' qualities for me - I remember it as clearly as if it were yesterday

The 'Black Puppy'

When I moved in with my partner Jay, he lived in the very top of an old run down Victorian (or older) house. The flat was spooky anyway, but we were young and in love and that took our minds off it. However one thing happened which is unusual in that fact that Jay and I both witnessed it. I was standing on the stairs that led to our flat - Jay was above me, at the top of the stairs, I turned round to talk to him, when suddenly a black shapeless...shape came whizzing past Jay , past me and down the stairs - we both cried out "what was that?" at the same time. And neither of us had an answer as 'it' wasn't really anything...just a lttle black 'cloud' really - the nearest real thing I can compare it to is a small black puppy running down the stairs.

The Sobbing Child

One February night, about four years ago, I woke up because my cat, Tinker, was crying to be let out of the window. As I came to my full senses, I thought I heard people laughing, perhaps coming home after a night out. As I walked over to the window (I could walk short distances then , with a lot of concentration and the aid of a trolly) I realised that it was not laughing I could hear through the glass of the window, but crying. I opened the window for Tinker and the crying became very distinct. It was abviously a child, a very distressed child. I noticed that Tinker turned round and came back in the room! I stood there, by the open window, listening, the air was freezing and I was confused - what was a child doing out there? Then, the noise stopped dead, abruptly, as if someone had switched it off. Which is unusual, noises usually tail off, especailly human noises. I got back into bed - it was 4am! Then I started to go over what had happened and got a bit spooked. The next day, I asked everyone I could get hold of if they had heard it or knew of child that had gone sleep walking in the freezing cold at 4am the night before (in this small viallage everyone would be talking about it if such a thing really happened) - no one knew or had heard anything. So, what do I think it was? Somehow I had been part of a replayed event that had either happened before or is yet to happen. There is NO way I was dreaming or sleepwalking - a person like me with very 'dodgy' walking ability, need to be full alert to avoid falling down. And it was freezing standing by the window, I wasn't sleepy! I have since done many 'cleansing's' in this house which has a happy vibe!

The Deja Vu Picture

In 1976, when I was 13 years old I went to live with my father, Norman in Sydney, Australia. In his house, on the wall by the staircase was a large painting of two people in golfing clothes. It was crudely painted, and my dad explained to me it was done in the 'naive' style. "Look at the hands" he said "they look like suasages, they aren't meant to be lifelike, that is what naive painting is like, almost childlike".

The house we lived in was right next to a park, which was next to a golf course, so I thought the previous owners probably had an interest in golf and tried to paint them selves 'in action'. Six months later I returned to the U.K to live with my mother.

19 years later (in 1994) I went to stay with my father in Australia again. He had moved to a house many hundreds of miles from Sydney, by then. He came and picked me up from the airport and took me back to his house. Virtually the first thing I saw was the golf painting and I said "oh, you still have that picture then" but my dad didn't answer me in the excitement of my arrival. A few days later I remarked on it again and to my utter disbelief Norman said "I don't know why you think you know that picutre - it was here when we moved in, it was never in Sydney" I told him about our conversation, how he's taught me what 'naive' art was" he said that would be exactly how he would have described the Naive art to me, but it just wasn't possible, because the picture had never been in the house in Sydney in 1976, and I was seeing it for the first time. I just can't work this one out, as I have based my knowledge of what 'naive; art is from the age of 13, on that picture and the lecture my dad gave me- how can I have memories of something I didn't actually see until I was 31? This is the kind of inexplicable 'X File' I love!

Annalee Rose - Email: AROSE607@aol.com

Paige's X File...
 

I grew up in the suburbs in New Jersey (USA). In the early 1970's, my parents bought a home that turned out to be haunted. We started noticing noises in the walls. We would explain it away, by saying that the house was settling.

Then the problems worsened. When we would have experiences, and be near a mirror, our faces would be distorted. We were later told that this was from the kinetic energy. Weird things kept happening, and we had a great Dane dog that would be growl and bark at corners in the house.

There was a pole in the basement that would emanate a banging sound. The thermostat in the house would get turned up to 95 degrees. My brother had a friend that had something happen to him, he refused to come back to our house. Sometimes, at night, I would feel pressure moving around my shape in my bed. Not perverted, just movement. As Catholics, we were taught that when there was a presence in the room with us, to say,"Jesus is here, leave." For a while that worked. One morning, when I was about 10 years old, I was alone in the house. I felt the presence in the doorway of my upstairs bedroom. I said, "Jesus is here, leave," and it didn't. I could see its outline in energy. I held up a crucifix, and repeated my statement. It left, or so I thought. As I left the room to go downstairs, it was on the stairs. When I got to the step that it was on, it began banging it. I walked out of the house, and from that point on, I was more angry than afraid. I told my mother that it wouldn't go away, when asked, and she finally got a priest to bless the house.My grandparents brought the priest to our home. As they were nearing our house, a car came out of nowhere and tried to hit my grandfather's car.

When I came home from school, the day that it was blessed, there was a lightness to the house. It was so strange. Then I was told what was done and it made sense.

Many of the homes in our neighborhood had problems. Even though I was experiencing problems myself, I had difficulties believing other people's stories, until I had some first hand experiences at their homes. We had several ideas of where the problems might have been manifesting themselves from. The first was that our neighborhood surrounded an indian burial site. Some people's back fences actually adjoined the site. There were also gypsies in the woods that performed animal (pig) sacrifices for their ceremonies. It was real fun to find their handiwork when they were done. Lastly, there was a devil worshiper in the neighborhood. (Seriously, not a misunderstood wiccan). I also suspect that some bad things might have happened in our home. There was an attic, that had an old nail stuck in the door. Inside the attic, looking like it was written in blood, it said, "Help 1969." There was a crazy woman that lived in the house at that time. She had everything painted or changed to pink. This included the kitchen stove and countertops. It was really attractive (NOT!!!). Anyway, this is my story. It always gives me chills to bring it up.

Paige Turini - Imperial, CA, USA

Fred's Story...
 

I do have a few stories but the one I remember best happened to my Father (now dead). His mother died when he was in his 20's and a few years later when travelling in his car he came to a junction where he had right of way. As he got to it he suddenly heard his Mothers voice shout 'STOP' and hit the brakes , skidding to a halt at the junction. Just as he came to a stop a car came across the junction without stopping and would have hit my Dad if he had not stopped!!

When I was younger I and friend used to go 'ghost hunting'. We went to a Church that was reputed to be haunted and in the early hours of the morning left a tape recorder in the porch with the microphone at the bottom of the door. We sat in the car that was close to the porch and an hour later went back to change the tape and listen to it in the car. Most of the tape was just silence but suddenly for about 10 mins there were clear sounds of muffled voices and sounds of heavy objects being moved around (the pews?). This was early hours of the morning with the Church locked and we were sure no one had gone in

Fred McLean-Brown - England (Essex)

Past Life Memories.
 

I remember a conversation I had with Gareth my young son, early one morning when he was 4 yrs old. At that time I had a job in sales and started work at 6am, so this took place at about 5:30am when I was driving him and his baby brother to day care.

We were stopped at a red light when he suddenly yelled, "Look mummy, that's the truck", I asked him what he was talking about and he pointed to an old looking truck parked in a side street, then he said "That's the truck that ran me over, don't you remember?". At this point I had chills running up and down
my spine but since I had heard that young children can sometimes remember past lives I decided to go along  with it. I told him that I couldn't remember exactly what had happened and asked him to remind me, this is the story he told me.

One day he was out playing in the street and the truck came down the street, it was going too fast to stop in time and it hit him. He said that I was there and I went running out to him, the ambulance came to take  him to the hospital but he died before getting there. The next day I tried to get more details but he acted like he didn't know what I was talking about.

When I say the truck was old looking I mean that it probably dated from the 50's or early 60's. I was  wondering if this possible past life experience could have anything to do with our current problems, what do you think? Another thing that may or may not be connected is that when I first came to the US in 1969 I lived in West Virginia with my first husband. He had an aunt and uncle that had a little boy who had been run over while playing in the street about 10 yrs earlier.

Val - USA

Angel Sighting.

I attend a group called "Kindred Spirits".  This is a group of people who share common paranormal interests. We are able to come together and discuss metaphysical things that we can't openly share in our small, closed-minded town. The owner of the healing center, where this meeting takes place, is into angels.  Angels assist her with her healings.

At our last meeting, we were just having a regular discussion, when I noticed a white column out of the corner of my eye. I glanced over and
saw part of a wing, and part of a robe of an incredibly tall angel. He was partially blocked by the circle of people. He was facing the circle, not me. The wing was white with beautiful feathers.  The robe was also white. As I tried to move my eyes upward, he disappeared. This event has particulary astonished me, because my other paranormal visions have been more of energy-type beings, not so much an actual three dimensional figure.

This figure was completely solid. I must note that I did not have any alcoholic nor narcotic substances in my system. I did have some Reiki
work done on me, about 1-2 hours prior to the sighting. I feel that this experience has been an incredible gift to me, and I am thankful for it.

Paige - USA

Previous Life Connections.

When I was a little child, I used to have a separate room from my mum. One night, for some reason I didn't feel like sleeping in my room. So, I asked my mum to please let me sleep in her room as she had a spare bed in there. She agreed. I sat for a while watching my mum do her girlie stuff then she said to me to go to sleep. So I did, and as soon as I did my mum turned off the lights.

Now I know I was awake..wide awake as my mum just turned off the lights. Suddenly there was these two men standing right in front of me..One was dressed like a soldier or a hunter. You know those clothes that those white hunters (pls don't be offended on that word as I haven't got another way of putting it..if there's one i can't seem to think of one at the moment) used to wear in the early 1900? well he was wearing that and he had one of those hunter gun with a bayonet on the end of it. The other one however looked to me like he was a native of that place (Philippines, I came from there and we were in one of the Islands at that time). They were confronting each other and the native only had a long blade (we call them jungle bolo or knife) of sword or jungle sword. In the insuing fight the native won and managed to kill the soldier/hunter and he fell on my legs....and I felt him drop on my lap and when that happened I looked back up again and the native turned to me with an evilish grin and one of his tooth was shining. I was so scared that I started screaming the whole house down...my mum turned on the lights as I kept screaming mum! mum! there's a momo (ghost) in my bed!!!!

She turned the lights on and said "there's no one there!! now go back to sleep" ...I wouldn't and I said "let me sleep beside you so I can", and she did. After that night that apparition has stayed with me for a long long time. Now the second part which makes it even more freaky and significant..

Years and years later, when I was 20, one of my mum's girl friends took me to her home to have some lunch . When we got there...she decided to ring her boyfried in Australia. They talked for a while and after a few more minutes she said "hey come talk to my boyfriend's friend, he wants to meet a Philipina girl and he's coming down to the Philippines for a holiday with him and friends". At first I was shy but then I said "Okay..why not.."

We talked and then agreed to meet. Anyways, I had forgotten all about it....and just got reminded again when they were about to arrive. At the time they were due to arrive my mum's friend and I had a disagreement so she said "well, I am not taking you with me to meet Peter " (name of my hubby) "I am going to introduce him to another friend instead". I said "go ahead I don't care!" ...and that was that...two days later..she came to me, apologized and said that I have to go with her to meet him cause he was looking for me...And so I did.

Anyways to cut the story short...we got engaged, got married and had our honeymoon. One night in the hotel we where staying, he woke up and went to the loo, came back forgot to turn off the light so the light was sort of shining through the door....and he has a habit (even untill now) of staring at me before going back to bed...but that night for some reason I woke up...half awake as I was, I looked up to see his face just like that native man with his gold tooth shining having this wicked grin on his face....I tell you my body lifted off the bed and I nearly had a heart attack from what I saw. It was only for a minute but it took me right back to that night when i was a child....

After that I knew we were fated to be together to finish whatever it is we have to finish. Just yesterday I went to Marilyn, (she's a priest of a Christian Spiritual Church) for some readings...and she said to me, "Have you always known that you and your husband were meant to be together in this lifetime"? and as soon as she said it, took me back to that point in time...She said my hubby and I have been in a lot of past lives...we've been brothers and sisters....we've been same sex, we've been lovers, we've been friends, we've been strangers....and at this point in time my hubby and I are meant to complete the cycle in this lifetime and she said that no matter what ...we must work out our differences and stay together so we can complete our cycle and finish. She said we're like a whole if you part it becomes half and half is not complete.

Gina Corrie

The Grey Lady of Poughill.

In the early 60's I was in my 20s and living in part of an old, old stone Manor House in an isolated part of North Cornwall within sight of the Atlantic. The house was gloomy and had, like so many others, rumours of a smuggler's tunnel and cellar, but no 'bad vibes' or tragic stories attached.

It was rather neglected and overgrown and nobody ever went into the depths of the once formal gardens, except me. One day, when everyone had gone into to Bude - a few miles from the village of Poughill - I wandered down to the high stone walls where once there had been an orchard.

A gale had moved shrubs and exposed the remains of a rose garden, complete with 'wild' roses, and, from a slight distance, not entirely to my suprise, I saw the slight figure of a woman dressed from head to foot in light grey silk. Her head was covered by a big bonnet and she seemed engrossed in filling the shallow wooden basket she carried. The style of her clothes was recognisably of the Jane Austen period. She took no notice of me, I might as well have been invisible. I got close enough to examine the detail, stitching, texture of her clothes, but could feel no 'presence'. She was virtually immobile and after a while I got bored and drifted away. There was no way anybody could or would bother to hoax me, in that remote place, and that, basically was it. She was picking dusty pink (long dead) blooms which went perfectly with her clothes and tiny gloves. If it all sounds a bit too 'chocolate-box' I agree. But here, today, in bright sunny Australia, I can still 'see' a photograph of her in my head, sceptic that I am.

Norman Ingram - NSW - Australia

Flat Line.

Hello, my 'X file' is almost as old as me! Strange things happen around me, though I never think of them as being that strange, it is like a knowing and a not needing to know any more. The strangest to date was when I flat-lined last September. 'Did you go down the tunnel? my G.P asked when I recovered. 'No' I said. I was blown out into the cosmos and was aware of energy all around me. I was also aware that I was communicating with what can only be described as 'pastel people', they were of no form, yet formed. The telepathic conversation that followed was one I cannot consciously remember, though I have much to pass on before they let me join them.

I am aware of 'spirit', these were definitely not spirits, for if they were, they are not of this or any other world.

I have had 5 near death experiences over 12 months, I should be permanentley crippled, more than physically challenged. In fact I should not be alive at all, but I am. Who did I think I was communicating with? I can only conclude - aliens. This has been recorded, and discussed with many professionals, they have no answers, but cannot state what has gone on within my physical state.

Sybil - United Kingdom

A British Sighting.

The date was 29th December 1998. Time was dusk, cant remember exactly, but say between 6 and 7 in the evening. Place was Hartley, Nr Longfield Dartford Kent.I was with a friend, who can verify the sighting, and we were by my car, making arrangements to go down to the pub ( so we hadn't been drinking at the time )

We are both interested in aircraft of all kinds, and it was therefore quite natural for us to look up into the sky, as many aircraft pass overhead from Heathrow, Gatwick and City airports, together with many aircraft at high altitude which are just passing over (Detling VOR, a major navigation beacon is not very far away and is a way point for all sorts of International flights).

We were both looking to about 235 degrees true, when we noticed a light at about 10,000 ft. Quite natural as this is the Terminal entry ceiling for Heathrow and Gatwick and therefore one would expect to see a navigation light at that height. It suddenly and with tremendous speed moved across the sky.

My first thought was that this was a light shining onto something ( a cloud or whatever) and that, as the aircraft (as I believed it to be) manoeuvred, the nav light could be seen making at some speed. Brian who, as I said, was with me , said did I see that light move across the sky, which I then confirmed, but as we looked. the light then moved again with great speed back across the sky, and then made similar manoeuvres, all perceivably in the same proximity, but moving with a speed greater than any modern aircraft could do.

We stayed and watched until it finally disappeared and we estimated that its range was about 40 to 50 miles. This would have put it in the vicinity of Dunsfold in Surrey, which is where the British Aircraft Corporation have an aircraft test station. This was not realised at the time until we tried to locate the position on a map, and in fact we were unaware that we were looking in that direction as we both thought we were observing this light some 30 to 40 degrees further west i.e toward Heathrow.

I cant explain it, have no idea what it was, but would be interested if you have a correlation of a sighting of something at about the same time and location.

Well, thats all I can ever say I've experienced except a lighting strike on the car which was very weird, but I did know what it was. The weirdest thing was that the electrical charge had burnt up all the air, so for a brief moment I was in a vacuum. It all happened so quickly that there was no time for fear, but I was glad to be in the car nd not outside.

Graham - United Kingdom

My Dad's Sister.

My dad had a sister who was on holiday somewhere in Europe... Germany I think...anyway this is a pretty obvious story but apparently it's true...my parents were asleep in bed...my dad suddenly woke up saying that something had happened to his sister.

He phoned his parents house but they hadn't heard anything. But he still had a really bad feeling so he drove to his parents house...by the time he got there they had received a call saying that his sister had died in a car crash!!

Dominic - United Kingdom

Musings and Advice.

This isn't any particular supernatural event (although I've had them by the bucket load), just a word of advice. My advice is: Keep a diary of every weird coincidence, UFO sighting, hallucination or otherwise unexplainable event that happens to you.

You will learn that these things are really very common. But your brain can't cope with them, so within a couple of days you forget everything.

I can't actually remember most of my "X-FILES" off hand, but according to my diary (2 volumes and growing) I have experienced shared hallucinations (for example two of us witnessed a disembodied hand reach around the side of the door of the room in which we were sitting. The door was fastened shut by a security chain, and the hand made as if to unlatch the door. Other people in the room saw nothing, and insisted that the door remained shut all the time), voices (again heard by other people as well as myself), and loads more.

The weirdest thing though is how we shut these things out of our view of reality.

Apparently, a few years ago, a tennis ball passed through the net at Wimbolden. The net was intact, and this was seen by thousands on TV. No record exists of it though, the BBC didn't bother to keep the film, and everyone else seems to have forgotten about the whole thing.

This is the other reason for keeping a diary: Most of these stories are little better than rumours (The tennis ball story is a case in point), but if the next time you see a UFO, you record the exact time and place you saw it, maybe even record where it was in the sky, you might just find that somebody else has done the same thing, and that your stories corroborate each other. Better than just forgetting about it like you usually do. Sorry for rambling.

Pignut
E-mail: pignut@altavista.net

The Child

My parents bought an old home in south Louisiana when I was about 8 years old. The house was over 200 years old, and looked every minute of it! One night a child appeared in the dinning room. At the time my brothers and I were all asleep, so my parents thought that one of the children were out of bed, and went to check it out. All of us were in bed sound asleep. My parents follow the child to a corner of the dinning room where it ducked behind a large freezer, and then it was gone.

Many things have happened in that home over the years. We don't even think of them as strange any more. One thing is that whatever it is seems peaceful, not too frightening (for a ghost!)

About 5 years ago my parents started remodeling the house. They were removing the baseboards of the dining room when a small child?s mitten fell out from behind one of the walls. My father pick it up, and notice that something was inside of it. To his amazement he poured out dust and very small dried bones. My father had the bones examined, and they turned out to be human, of a small child between the age of 4-8, and over two hundred years old.

Now we still don't know how it got there, or if the rest of the body is in the wall. But, now we feel that we have at least figured out why a small child has been hanging around the house for all these years.

Doc, Ohio
E-mail: docsiv@hotmail.com

My Father Saved My Life!

My father died of a sudden heart attack when I was a teenager. He was always very protective of me, and I missed him terribly.

When I was 22 years old and married to an abusive police officer I lived in New Orleans. One day I was sitting on my bed with my head resting against the window talking on the phone to a friend of mine. Suddenly I heard my father's voice SCREAM "GET DOWN". A few seconds later the window I was leaning my head against exploded from the blast of a shotgun, which blew a hole in the opposing wall. I escaped without so much as a scratch, thanks to my dead father's warning

MaryAnne - U.S.A.

My Cousins Ghost?

Several years back my cousin was killed in an accident. After the funeral, which took place on a windy, cloudy and chilly autumn day, I spent the rest of the day with my family. I don't recall how the day went. All I remember is that night as I was laying in bed I couldn't sleep, no matter how much I tried. The room I was in was very dark. I remember looking at the ceiling and it seemed like shadows were moving slowly across it. I was feeling at peace though. Then I am sure that I heard my cousin's voice, and what seemed to be the shape of a person.

I'm not sure if I saw my cousin's ghost, but I like to think that I did. It meant that she was not truly gone. It was strange because after this I was able to fall asleep, and woke up feeling comforted.

Catherine Packard U.S.A

First Paranormal Experience

When I was 7 years old, I had my first major experience of paranormal, I will always remember it.
I woke up from a deep sleep, I was facing the wall. I was just going to go back to sleep, when I felt the urge to look up. I turned around to see an old lady. The whole side of the room had lit up and there she was, as plain as day, every wrinkle in her face.
She sat there knitting, looked at me and gave a smile. I could not believe what I was seeing, I never new what she came to see me for as I was only 7!. All of a sudden I felt scared and pulled the blanket over my head. When I looked again, the room was black she was gone, but if I see her again, I will smile back.

Ever since then I experience lots of things, but am used to it now and I don't get shocked as much,

Richard Noon From Liverpool, England

The Bathroom Door

I have an X files thing that whenever I walk into my bathroom the door, closes behind me. It is quite happy to stay open all through the day, but when I go in it closes. There was an old German couple who were here before me, so it might be the husband objecting to me showering with the door open!!!

Barrie, Australia

Several Strange Stories

I had a cat, who got me trained to come let him in. I lived on the second floor, and there was a tree right next to the window. I would find him outside the window, usually when I went to go to the bathroom, and let him in.

After a while, I would get an intense urge to go to the bathroom, but arriveing there, the urge would fade, but the cat would be outside the window!

I lived in a house, and often felt something was .... 'wrong', and when I finally did a comprehensive sweep of the house, found a 'cold spot'. Though I never really figured out what caused it.

I was camping one time, at my parents property in the mountains. I heard something running past the tent, (it was afternoon) and when I checked, didn't see anything .... at first. But it happened again, and I thought I saw something running... small... and I could have sworn it ran on 2 legs.... I never could get a good look, though I spotted it several more times, but it seemed more like a small man, than any animal. I had the distinct feeling, that I had seen some kind of forest elf... or something like that. On several other occasions, when I was up there, I would see or hear odd things... difficult to describe, as it was more impression than data. But I have seen many animals, and these occurrances, didn't feel like animals.

Once, at my house in new mexico, I was outside looking at the sky, with... I hesitate to say 'friend' as later events would show ( a long story), but with another witness. And we were looking for meteors which I saw often. There in the sky, I saw an object moving... WAY UP. I've seen satellites, many times, and these weren;t like any satelites I've ever seen, much faster, and yet they were too high for planes... believe me, I can tell. And there were no flashing lights, just a steady white light. As it passed across the sky, there came another some distance behind it... same path exactly, and another and another, till 7 had passed... equal distances apart. No sound either.

Dale, Colorado, USA

The Haunted Church

When I was about 13 years old I was in a church choir along with my younger brother. Every Christmas Eve the whole choir used to go carol singing to a local maternity hospital in Keighley [which is a small town in West Yorkshire, UK, where the Bronte family come from "Wuthering Heights" and all that].

As we had arrived early, and it was very cold outside, my brother suggested that we go into the church and keep warm until the others arrived. This must have been about seven o'clock in the evening, so at that time it was quite dark. He said he would go to the church and put the lights on, which included the main gate lights. The church by the way is nearly in the middle of the town, and is on a busy road.

He went into the church, and I was a few yards behind him. Suddenly I was hit by my brother, who was running out of the church as fast as his legs could carry him. He had managed to turn the outside lights on, so the main area was well lit. By this time, quite a few more members of the choir had arrived. I tried to find out what had happened to him, but believe me, he was really shocked and pale. People who know my brother would tell you that he was frightened of nothing, but he was that night. We tried to get him to go back in with us, but it was no use. Ultimately no one would go in to the church. In the end everyone decided that we would wait for the Rector of the church to arrive.

We stood by the main gates, which contained the only entrance and exit. There was no chance that anyone could have gone in or out. The Rector said he would go in and put the rest of the lights on, and he would look round to see if anyone was in the building. The place was empty.

At the end of the carol concert he told us that on the site of the previous Parish Church, which had stood on the site of the same church, the verger had hung himself on Christmas eve. He had loved the landlords daughter of the Lord Rodney, which was a pub opposite the church. He had asked her to marry him, and she had turned him down. He then killed her, and then hung himself on vergers bell inside the church. The Rector said that there is a story that he comes to the church on Christmas eve. I am convinced that what happened is for real, because no one could have come out of a building looking like my brother did. He just looked as if he had all his blood drained out of his face.

David Arthurs, England

The Invisible Entity

When I was just 17, I decided to pick my own room in this old house of my parents. I picked the northeast room, being the farthest away. I wanted to feel independent and alone.

I usually slept with my Siamese cat. Even at times, when we didn't go up together, he would come to me via the window in the middle of the night. He would settle on top of my stomach and purr himself to sleep.

One night, it was as usual dark and quiet. I heard "paw" steps. All the while I thought it could be my cat and nothing to worry about. I heard the noise coming in the direction of my bed and what I presumed was my cat, jump on my bed. Without even reacting, I felt the movement on my matress similar to my cat moving in to his usual place of sleep. 'Lo and behold, when I opened my eyes.....I saw nothing! I felt the presense of this entity bearing heavily on my chest, which made me have a hard time breathing.

I tried to scream, but no voice came out. At last I was able to muster all my strength to shout "Get out and get lost whoever you are! I'm not afraid of you!" Only then, that the weight lifted, and was gone........

Thank goodness that experience did not happen again.

Rich, Manila, Philippines

2 Strange Tales

1
When I was teaching at a school in the 1970's, a young colleague recounted a story told by her granny.

When her granny was a little girl, she had been playing at the bottom of the garden, alongside a low wall. When she was suddenly aware that dancing along the top of the wall was a tiny man less than two feet high.

Her granny said that she did not think it at all odd at the time and that he'd come to play with her.

2
In 1973, when my son Joe was about 6 months old, I was sleeping in a room with my son alongside in a pram. I woke to find him lying next to me. He was naked and I was immediatley alarmed because I knew he could NOT be in bed next to me because I had left him fully clothed in his pram and there was no one else in the house who could have moved him. I thought I must be dreaming, so I did the standard things of pinching myself and scratching at the pillow to assure myself that I was indeed awake. I gently caressed his shoulder he sighed quietly and was gone!

I got up looked in his pram and there he was, fast asleep. I can only conclude it was his 'astral' body which joined me in the bed.

Erica Lee, England

The Cold Room

The house I live in used to be offices for a Televison rental company and, before that, a school or school master's house, I'm not sure which.

When I moved into the house, people told me about noises in one part of the house and a room that is always cold.

A girl living in the cold room said she saw a figure standing at the end of the bed. She looked at the figure for a while, turned her head away and when she looked again, the figure was gone.

After that, a few people heard noises, but nothing else was seen.

No noises have been heard so far this year, but the girl living in the cold room always complains that the room is cold, even with the heating on. The room is quite small and is on a corner of the house, rooms on each side are always hot, sometimes too hot, when the heating's on, but this room is always colder.

Chris Clark, England

The Haunted Trailer:
( A trailer is like a mobile home)

A number of years ago me and my family lived in a trailer home and my father was afraid that the trailer would slip down the hill into the river (it wasn't tied down), so we moved to another trailer in the park.

Soon after we moved to the other trailer my mom was taking a shower and she heard the door to the trailer opening and she thought it was my brother Brian. She called out his name but there was no answer.

My mom heard footsteps on the floor. The footsteps sounded like someone wearing heavy boots.

Now, the same thing happened to me one night as I lay in bed. I saw the door open, and the footsteps came right toward me, but no one was there. The footsteps turned around and went back out.

In the trailer park there was a big house that had been their long before the trailer park. A lady in the park said the house was haunted.

The house was haunted because the park was built over an old colored people graveyard. This happened in Lockheart, Florida.

Second hand account as related to:
Reggie Birch, Orlando, Florida

Early 50's UFO

This is the story as I remember it:

My father and a brother and a brother-in-law, along with the charter captain were fishing in Lake Superior. They saw a silver disk shaped flying object come over the boat and hover there for a long minute. It than flew off out of view. It was very fast. All the men saw it. Now, when they got back to the harbor they notified the news station what had happened.

The news station gave them an interview that was recorded on a record, that's what they did in those days, this was in the early 1950's. The family had the record for many years and we would listen to the interview when everyone got together. But, the record was lost over the years with moving and all.

My dad is 83 now and still believes he saw a flying saucer.

Reggie Birch, Orlando, Florida

The Halfling

When I was a school girl in the mid Fifties, I went with  my school friend, Rose, to choose a kitten from  a litter she had. She asked me if I would like to see something rather strange but she warned me I must keep it secret.

Her next door neighbours, an elderly couple,  owned a black Persian  female cat and a Pekinese dog. These two animals had grown up together and were obviously on VERY friendly terms because they had produced an off spring!

This strange creature, half cat,half dog, was their progeny. Its general shape and size were that of the dog, small out turning feet with retractable cats claws protruding from dog's pads. A curly coat, not dog hair, but soft cat fur. The tail born across the back curling like a Peke's. The nose, pug like, the whiskers, full face like a cat, the eyes round and bulbous, black Peke like, but with the cat like pupil action by which cats see at night. It snuffled like a Peke dog does and its tongue lolled out, but the texture on the tongue  was rough like a cats. Its ears were pricked, like a cats.

The elderly couple explained that they had told no one because they feared that it would be taken away because it was so odd and remarkable and they loved it dearly.

Erica Lee, Sussex, England

The Face in the Mirror

A long time ago when I was a teenager I was with my mother and we were visiting a friend of hers.

My mother (who is psychic by the way but does not believe in any of this stuff-a whole other story in itself) told my friend that late one night she was in the bathroom and looked in the mirror and there staring back at her was a woman. My mother put her hand behind her head to check to see that there was in fact no one standing behind her; there wasn't.

Later my mother went to speak to a neighbour who had lived a long time in the neighbourhood. The neighbour informed her that there was a young woman who at one time lived in our house and had died. I don't remember whether she had died in the house or not.

Now you are probably wondering where I fit into this story.

What makes this interesting is my knowledge of the woman in the mirror.

My mother had never told me about this experience but, as soon as my mother mentioned she saw the woman in the mirror, I knew exactly what she looked like! I described her to my mother and my description matched hers. The only thing different was the angle of view. My mother saw her full face and I saw her in portrait.

Christopher Grant, Japan

Deja Vu

As far as weird/spooky/unexplained/true experiences that I have had can only think of one instance that I had back in 1977.

It was a case of deja-vu that really shook me up (I was only 15 at the time).
I was at the National Boy Scout Jamboree in Pennsylvania with about 25,000 other scouts and I was going to a spot where they had set up a small store and as I walked up the hill I recognized the scene I saw as one I had already seen. I knew what was on the other side of the hill even though it was the first time I had been there. I walked up to the other side and was right! I was really spooked and even called my mother and told her about it. Took a couple of days to shake that feeling.

Mark Stouffer, Kansas City, USA

The 'Ozone' Affair

Heard about "Ozone"? Nope not the stuff that protects the earth from cosmic rays and other stuff, but a disco in the Philippines.

It got burned down with lots of people trapped inside. Many died. There was a family, who was worried that their daughter hasn't come home yet and they also heard about the tragedy of that disco.

Suddenly the phone rang! They answered and it was their daughter on the other line! She said she wanted to go home, but didn't know where she was. She said she was in a very dark place and couldn't say where exactly she was.

She said she'd try to come home as soon as day break comes. All the family members sighed with relief, knowing she was alive. Only in horror, to discover the next day, their daughter was one of the burned victims. Among the debris of the burned disco was her cellular phone!

**********************Story was taken from a newpaper report and from interviews with family members. Can't recall the name of the victim.

Rich, Manila, The Philippines

The Haunted Room

A couple of years ago, I was working in a province just outside of Manila, (in The Philippines). I was given a room at the house of my boss to live in for 5 days a week.

Strange as it seemed no one wanted to sleep there alone except myself. The house is located at the ridge of Mount Taal, which is surrounded by a small lake. It was a beautiful sight to see! Most specially when you woke up early to catch the sunrise. I was surprised why no one wanted to experience the beauty everyday.

One night, while alone, I heard the windows rapping. I took a peek and saw no one. I ignored it then I heard the door shaking. Still ignored it. Instead I prayed for the soul to be given eternal rest and everything to quieten down. After that episode I always made sure I had a bottle of vodka ready before I slept. This would surely make me drop fast asleep despite the noise.

The following weeks were more facinating. The house keeper refused to clean my room. According to him, his radio would shut-off by itself several times during his cleaning job in my room. He even had the plug pulled out by itself at one time.

I just shrugged this, and my own experience off. I Thought it was the work of an overactive imagination.

After a few months, I tendered my resignation. I couldn't stand being away from my kid for so many days a week.

That last night in the room, I had our chef share with me a few glasses of vodka as a celebration and a farewell party. While taking only a few sips ( I swear! I was sober!), the light at the water closet suddenly flicked on! It was not a modern switch which is the silent type. But the old brown plastic type which takes some effort from your fingers to switch on. The chef screamed out of the room He refused to stay nor step inside the room even for a minute after that episode. No reasoning nor cajoling could get him back in. He'd rather sleep outside where it was cold and moist.!

Rich, Manila, The Philippines