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PostPosted: 17-01-2014 21:48    Post subject: Reply with quote

Good post.
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PostPosted: 17-01-2014 22:16    Post subject: Reply with quote

Fanari_Lloyd my experience was not from using ouja. I had gone to visit a friend and there was a woman there I had never met. She suddenly announced she was going into a trance and called on a 'gatekeeper'.
She started talking in this guttural voice saying I was not using my gifts and I could see these shapes around her.Then the horrible feeling of something attacking me psychically. I kept shaking my head to try and throw it off and my friend got her rosary out.
As I said it was difficult to get rid of whatever it was and I always avoided that woman after that.
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PostPosted: 18-01-2014 05:17    Post subject: Reply with quote

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Fanari_LLoyd you are the first I've seen on here who had that experience of something trying to get into your mind like I had.
I can't remember where I posted it but it was terrifying and I was trying to get rid of it but times tables didn't work. Nothing else did until I told it to get out in the name of Jesus Christ which I'd read somewhere was part of the exorcism ceremony.


Something like this has happened to me.

At age 19 or so, I was on the subway in Toronto, going out to meet friends at a nightclub if I recall. At one point while riding, I suddenly began to feel a heavy pressure closing in on my mind, hard to explain really, not a physical pressure but a strange mental heaviness like something closing out my thoughts. There was a physical component, however, as the feeling eventually brought on a physical sensation of acute malaise and nausea.

It came on so suddenly that I didn't know quite what was going on and my first thought was perhaps it was an event like a seizure or something, though now I know that's not what seizures are like. It was then that I noticed a man standing in front of me, staring at me quite intently. He just looked like an ordinary man, maybe mid-30's, jeans and a jacket, sandy brown hair and a mustache. Nothing at all odd about him. But I had the strong impression that he was trying to "break into" my mind. In fact the sight of him began to cause me to feel an intense revulsion, and I remember making quite a face at him, and he just stood in front of me, staring, with no expression.

At this point I was so ill and so disoriented that my only thought was to get off the train and escape, so I quickly ran off the train at the next stop, which was several stations before mine. The relief was near instant and I broke down in tears. Even now recalling the sensation makes me feel depressed and anxious. Never happened before nor since. The whole incident had lasted only a handful of minutes.

I've thought about this incident a lot over the years but I can't come to a decent explanation for it. I don't believe in demons or psychic vampires and am not religious in the slightest. Perhaps it was just some kind of mental illness. It could be that I suffered a panic attack or something like that and somehow fixated on the man in question. Though I have no idea what would prompt such a thing, it seemed to come out of nowhere and like I said, it was a one-off experience. Anyway, not exactly like what others have posted, but I think it's in a similar vein.
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PostPosted: 18-01-2014 05:29    Post subject: Reply with quote

This woman had looked quite ordinary as well, rather like the pictures of Anne Boleyn. As well as being terrified I too felt anger and when she said I wasn't using my gifts i don't know if I said it aloud but certainly thought that I would rather not if I was going to be taken over.
When my friend questioned her later she said she hadn't done anything and that it was just me. I had gone by this time.
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PostPosted: 18-01-2014 10:24    Post subject: Reply with quote

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As I said it was difficult to get rid of whatever it was and I always avoided that woman after that.


I am not surprised!
No, I wasn't using the Ouija either; I was in the same building, and that was it. My mother told me she had experienced the same thing once when walking quietly round a churchyard; it sent her fleeing back to where she'd parked the car.

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Nothing at all odd about him. But I had the strong impression that he was trying to "break into" my mind. In fact the sight of him began to cause me to feel an intense revulsion, and I remember making quite a face at him, and he just stood in front of me, staring, with no expression.


Pinlight Duke, that sounds awful. I wonder if any-one else has seen people, or interacted with people that gave them powerful feelings of revulsion, or a sense of danger, and not because of outward appearances.

I think I'd rather believe in it is my mind than actual nasties from 'outside' attacking me.
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PostPosted: 18-01-2014 11:28    Post subject: Reply with quote

I used to help at canteen when the children were young. One of the women there brought her sister in law to help and I couldn't be anywhere near her. I had to leave as I felt quite ill anytime I came in contact with her.
Later on I found she had been in jail for knifing someone.
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PostPosted: 18-01-2014 11:48    Post subject: Reply with quote

he could have been staring at you due to your facial expression if you were having "a moment" on the ttc ... after all you then go on to state you consciously made a face at him ... puts me in mind of some of the posts on the petit mal thread i think
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PostPosted: 18-01-2014 13:09    Post subject: Reply with quote

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Later on I found she had been in jail for knifing someone.


I wonder if this is similar to the 'sense' that many people seem to experience when (for instance) in remote areas: that some-thing's wrong, and they're being followed or watched - and sometimes they are, maybe by big cats, there's a bear around - or people that seem dodgy. (Lots of his kind of stuff on The Survivalist forum and places like that)

It does seemed to be allied to self-preservation.
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PostPosted: 19-01-2014 02:21    Post subject: Reply with quote

HenryFort wrote:
he could have been staring at you due to your facial expression if you were having "a moment" on the ttc ... after all you then go on to state you consciously made a face at him ... puts me in mind of some of the posts on the petit mal thread i think


You're familiar with TO then!

Actually I was used to people staring at me in public as I used to be a pretty hardcore goth at the time and dressed in fairly extreme and dramatic fashion. That night I would have been all dressed up as well, full makeup and the whole bit, on my way to the club. The staring wasn't the thing that made me feel strange about him, and he likely wasn't the only one staring. But something about that guy in particular gave me the absolute heebie-jeebies. No doubt though, I was also freaking out a number of the other passengers on the train just by dint of looking a bit like a vampire or a satanist or whatever. Cool
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PostPosted: 29-01-2014 12:56    Post subject: Reply with quote

A few Fortean experiences but only two were frightening, hard to say which was more so, so here are both!

About twenty years ago I worked in an old Library in South London. Now totally inadequate for current use - try getting decent IT facilities into a building that was completed before we had achieved powered flight.

One late winter afternoon so kind local had lobbed a rock through a window; so at closing time I sent everyone home and remained to await the arrival of the emergency services team who would board the thing up. No one could get in without further, noisy damage but it was not secure to leave it overnight. The staff had locked everything which they did very thoroughly after once finding a local "yoof" had crammed himself into the book lift one evening in hope of ransacking the place after we'd left! My office was upstairs in a T shaped corridor with other rooms off, all doors to these rooms were locked. The only thing open was the corridor to the stairs and a downstairs corridor leading to the staff access where the glazier had been told to ring the bell for access.

I set about doing some work on my PC, after about 15 minutes one of the doors in the corridor slammed. I couldn't say which one , but the noise was very distinctive. I assumed that the cleaner had decided to come in in the evening, as she sometimes did, rather than early in the morning. Not wanting to alarm her, as she wouldn't expect me to be there I called out to her - no answer. I went out into the corridor, all the doors were shut so I checked them, all still locked. It was while checking them that I got really spooked I couldn't stop looking over my shoulder. In the end I packed my stuff up and decided to move downstairs when the glazier arrived.

I had been on my own in plenty of our building that had stories attached to them, but never had that feeling of fear. I mentioned it to the previous manager of the building a while later (one of the most rational skeptics I know) To my surprise he said - Oh yes, there's something very nasty in that corridor and on the equivalent space on the ground floor.

On another occasion, driving home I took a detour as the main roads were snarled up. The detour while within the M25 goes down some narrow, quite rural lanes which come down off the North Downs toward North Kent where I live. It was Autumn, about 7.30 p.m. and dark. In the trees by the side of the road I saw what I originally took to be a Barn Owl flying along.

I stopped the car to get a closer look (No cars anywhere around). It didn't look right, too geometric, more like two white sticks scissoring through the trees. I wondered whether it might be torchlight illuminating the branches, but if so it managed only to illuminate two at a time, rather odd in a densely wooded area.

I decided to get out for a better look and checked the road again, about 50 yards in front of me there was a person sized patch of mist moving toward me up the hill. Now the night was turning misty, but this was a very local and isolated patch. The "Barn Owl" had vanished when I looked back. I had got my seat belt off and the door open when something told me to go, and the curiosity turned to something more like panic. I went. No choice but to drive through the mist which I did.

Probably no more than mist and a Barn Owl so I can't explain the panic. Still regret not having stayed for a better look. Embarassed
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PostPosted: 29-01-2014 13:27    Post subject: Reply with quote

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Oh yes, there's something very nasty in that corridor and on the equivalent space on the ground floor.


Just the kind of thing you want to hear...Sad
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PostPosted: 29-01-2014 13:44    Post subject: Reply with quote

Fanari_Lloyd wrote:
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Oh yes, there's something very nasty in that corridor and on the equivalent space on the ground floor.


Just the kind of thing you want to hear...:(

something quite compelling about nastiness with a very defined locus
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something quite compelling about nastiness with a very defined locus


Yes, it's worse than 'this whole place is supposed to be haunted'. For some reason it makes it worse. (And probably it is a room or corridor people have to use).

I used to dream of a porch in a church/cathedral which had a terrifying atmosphere. I think I read of it in an old book of hauntings. (Maybe it was Canterbury) I dreamed it several times and always had to go through it. Incredible sense of terror, yet only a feeling, nothing visual.

The first place I worked the ladies toilets (staff - it was a large shop) were supposed to be haunted - just the ladies loos! There were tales of women fainting and feeling 'threatened'. They were very gloomy, that kind of 'brown-out' lighting, and only one small opaque glass window high up. I hated going in there, and they always seemed to be empty, but it was either that or go to the ground floor toilets which took more time. I can't say I ever experienced anything, but I was only 16 and primed by the stories to be scared, so I always rushed, and felt as if some-one were just 'waiting' there. It was not an old building (60's) and unremarkable.
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Long time listener, first time caller. Long post, but there’s a lot to tell.

This is something that happened to me some fifteen years ago when I was working in an office in Birmingham, just on the edge of the Jewellery Quarter ; no real atmosphere to the place, just a modern, three story office that occupied one corner of a unit of four around a central courtyard/driveway.

One warm summer evening a few of us went into the courtyard for a smoke. We heard noises from a neighbouring office which sounded like people running up and down the stairs; we put it down to the cleaners, who sometimes brought their kids along. It was getting dark by this time, but the lights in the office remained off, and we went over to see if we could see in through the window – could it be burglars? At this point the noises got louder; they could only have been heading down the final flight towards the office door – staring in through the lower windows as we were, we were perplexed by the fact that there was nobody in sight, and yet it sounded as if someone was thundering down the stairs.

As the summer wore on this happened a few times, and every time, the office was empty. The weirdness continued. About a month later a colleague swore up and down that he had seen a ‘figure’ on the ground floor. It was early evening as he ducked in briefly to drop in a post-bag, and he had been shocked to see a figure in a raincoat standing just inside the front windows. It had only been a silhouette, but he was convinced that the figure had ended at the knees; all he could see was the glow of streetlights where its lower legs should have been. We were dismissive of this; he was a known fantasist and certainly, the tale grew with every telling.

The incidents continued: an office chair spinning around, seemingly of its own volition in an office that had just been unlocked and certainly unoccupied, phantom paper shuffling sounds, answerphones rewinding and erasing their contents in unison for no apparent reason and the unexplained disappearance and reappearance of small objects.

On one particular night in late October my line manager and I had been detained in the office by one of our directors. She had been determined to find something wrong so all the paperwork was strewn over desks to be forensically examined, and I was about to lose the plot; there was nothing to find. I knew I had to leave before I snapped, so, making an excuse about collecting my wife from work, I put my coat on and grabbed my bag. As I left, I was asked to send a fax to the London office. Fax in hand I stomped, cursing, down the stairs; the fax machine was on the bottom floor. I had previously worked on this floor and loved it; I would always look at my old desk there in the corner with some nostalgia.

As I opened the door I was overcome by an intense feeling of cold and the hairs on the back of my neck stood on end. I had been glaring at the floor, and I found the last thing I wanted to do was look up. I flailed for the light switch, found it, still didn’t look up and started toward the fax machine as a voice in my head repeated “Don’t look at your desk, don’t look at your desk,” over and over again (I’d learned to listen to this voice – but that’s another story). I didn’t. The effort it took to put the fax in the machine and hit ‘send’ was beyond belief, and I think it was at about this time that I realised I was actually terrified – I was covered in goosebumps, I had broken into a cold sweat and I was gasping for air. I have never left the office so quickly; I got home without any memory of the journey. I told nobody, not even my wife. At home, with a hot coffee and my feet up, it just seemed silly.

Two weeks to the day, on another late shift (less fraught this time), just getting on for 7pm, I sent two of my staff down to the bottom floor with the recycling. I heard them laughing and joking all the way downstairs, then silence, then the sound of their feet absolutely hammering back up to the second floor. They came in in silence, sat down in silence, and began to work. Both were pale and sweating, and a little twitchy. I questioned them, and they had both experienced exactly the same thing that I did. Remember, I had told nobody – there can’t have been any expectations there. We agreed we would never speak of it again.
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PostPosted: 31-01-2014 11:46    Post subject: Reply with quote

"Don't look at your desk..." Brr. Spooky. Shocked
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