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When I was a freshman in college (1986), some guys in my dorm got together and we used a Ouija Board. I did not believe it was real at all until I tried it. I was shocked at how easily the piece moved across the board. My roommate and I used it together and we spoke to a local “spirit”. We asked if it wanted to “speak” to anyone in the room. It moved to “yes”. When we asked “who” it quickly spelled out my name... We asked what it wanted to talk to me about and it spelled out “death”. We asked it “how?” and it quickly spelled out “fire”. We then hesitated but asked it “when”? It spelled out 198... and my roommate pulled his hand of yelling that he did not want to know...

The next morning our suite-mate, who was a devout Christian, said that he had horrible dreams all night about demons and Satan. We never used it again...

Needless to say, I did not die in a fire in the 1980’s but on December 31, 1989 I was at my then girlfriends house and her parents had me sleeping in the basement bedroom and it was a room with no windows. Had there been a fire in that house...

Lived in a small house north of Detroit. I guess I was about 8-10 years old at the time(it’s been more than a few years).

Anyway, had been watching TV in the living room one night with my family. I was on the floor leaning up against a chair, which was up against a fairly large picture window. While watching TV I caught an image out of the corner of my eye that appeared to come from the hallway(which led into the living room from the rest of the house). Seeing as whatever it was appeared to be coming right at me, I turned my head quickly in time to see only a foot with a sandal on it hit the floor right next to me and dash out the picture window behind me.

Who/whatever it was was haul’n so I was unable to make out anything more of the image as it passed...other than a foot and part of it’s leg.

One other thing I remember was the sound as well as the feel of the thud as the foot hit the floor within 2 feet(no pun intended)from me. As I said I tried to follow its path by turning my head quickly...only in time to just see the curtains shake as it leaped out the(picture)window behind me.

As I turned back to tell my brother, who had been on the floor directly across from me at the time, I could immediately tell by the look on his face he had seen it also. And he proceeded to describe it to our parents exactly as I had seen it.

My parents(and perhaps another sibling)were in the same(small)room watching TV with us, but had seen nothing. Of course, in trying to explain it, they thought we had seen the dog...or the air from the register caused yada, yada.......no way.

Why only the two of us in the room saw it...and no one else? Who knows....(our birthdays are 1 day apart...for whatever that’s worth)

We are both now over 50, still occasionally talk about “the foot”.

He and I have experienced more than our fair share of miserable moments in our lives. Both of us sometimes wonder if one was related to the other (heh...Touched By A (bad) Angel)

Guess we’ll never know. Not in this life anyway ;)

Funny thing is, every time I see the goodyear tire symbol(”the winged foot”)it reminds me of...whatever it was.

(Oops, just as I was going to post this...Free Republic locked up on me, Q the twilight zone music)

About 10 or so years ago I joined a Life In the Spirit Seminar that was part of our church, it was teaching all about the holy spirit. I loved it, we prayed, studied scriptures. The course was about 6 to 8 weeks. Right towards the end while I was asleep one night a heavy presence was on my chest and it was hard to breathe. I remember starting to panic when I heard a voice tell me to deny Christ and the presence would leave. I know this is going to sound crazy but after hearing that I got very angry because here I was studying scriptures and becoming closer to my Lord and something was trying to get me to deny him. Well I screamed in the name of the word incarnate, Jesus leave me alone. When I opened my eyes I was afraid that I had woke up the kids and scared them. But only my husband stirred and asked me if I was ok. I thought it was probably a very vivid dream until I had come across a Nun, whom I can’t remember her name, I am thinking of Bridge McKenna, said the same thing had happened to her. The next week at the Seminar group I told the group what happened and they were not surprised. it seemed that those kind of things happened to people the closer they become with God.

I did say/dream some creepy things as a child.

Let’s see, in chronological order:
One night, in middle school, I dreamed that I was reunited with a friend who had moved to the other end of the continent just over a year previously - incidentally, that was the last dream I’ve had since that wasn’t a nightmare. Two nights later, I went to the youth group at my church, and to my surprise I saw this friend that I had dreamed about, because for some reason she had moved back to the area. However, it was about a year after she had left, so maybe the time of year triggered the memory? I had several other similar dreams that came true in the next few months, but I don’t remember them specifically any more, as they were almost entirely about mundane middle-school stuff.

About six months after that, it was 9/11. My family and neighbors were watching their TV (ours was broken) and the second plane had just crashed into the second tower, so we knew it was terrorism. A news anchor said something about not knowing if there were any more hijacked planes, and I said something to the effect of “They’ll go for the Pentagon next.” Well, a few minutes later, there was news footage showing smoke in DC, and an image of a hole in the side of the Pentagon was on the screen. I seriously freaked my neighbor out, but it wasn’t until years later when I saw the time the plane hit the Pentagon that I realised I probably said that at almost the exact time the plane actually crashed... and that was what made me put it into the ‘too weird to explain by coincidence’ category.

And most ironic, years after that I started having recurring nightmares about people dying violently at a certain place. Well, after a couple months of those nightmares, I did actually see someone die violently at that specific place (although in a different manner than in my dreams). The real irony is that I never had those nightmares again, and I never even had nightmares about the incident I witnessed. However, a few weeks later, one of my professors started talking about the possibility of the exact scenario in my nightmares occurring, so I guess that was more of my subconscious trying to tell me something in my dreams than any kind of supernatural foreshadowing. (LOL, can you tell I’m skeptical about this?)

I have one serious and sad one from this week.

I came home at 9 pm and was joking with my husband. Just talking about the day, upbeat. He turned and said he was going to bed. I asked if he was sick, no. I kept asking why, and he just said, in a strange voice, that he was going to bed. Not angry, just serious. This was highly unusual.

At 1:00 am I got a call from back east, which is bad. It’s 4:00 am there. Our brother-in-law was calling to say that my husband’s only sister, in her 50s, had passed away suddenly.

I won’t go into the sad rest of that story. But note that he had this tunnel-like desire to go to bed far earlier than normal, at the same time his sister passed away. It was uncanny and freaked us out later.

This took place in Michigan, in the area around Wayne, Westland and Inkster. It’s near Detroit.

When I was 15 years old my friend Jim and I had been hanging out in his basement playing some rock LPs backwards. This was the early eighties when the “Back Masking” scare was in full swing. We had already figured out you could hear whatever you want in the noise. Still, some of the sounds freaked us out. This set the mood for what would happen later. We left to meet up with some other friends and played games in a video arcade. After that we wandered around town.

Since we already broke curfew, Jim and I left the crowd, and headed back to our part of town. We went through one of the areas of town the cops usually didn’t patrol. It didn’t work. A cop stopped us and we told him we were on our way home. To our surprise he let us go so we turned towards a more direct route. It was about 2:00 AM.

We were walking south on Meriman Road towards Michigan Avenue. On our left side was a fenced compound called Eloise. A cemetery was on the right. Eloise hosted the Wayne County Sheriff’s office, a place that served Military Veterans (I believe a clinic with hospital beds) and an insane asylum. We walked on the right by the cemetery.

As we approached the start of the cemetery fence an old man walked towards us. He was short and had an average build. He wore a black wool jacket and plain dark trousers. He had gray thinning hair. Before reaching us he turned and entered the open cemetery gate. I wondered why it was open and why this old guy went inside. I figured he worked there as a caretaker.

We walked on, making the usual cemetery jokes about people dieing to get in. Hey, we were kids so deal with it! Up ahead from around the corner came the old man. We slowed, nearly to a stop. The old man approached us looking towards us as if not seeing us. Before reaching us he turned to his left and walked through the gate. I stopped to light a cigarette and we continued forward slowly. Sure enough, he came around the corner again. I felt annoyed and figured he was coming out another gate around the corner and was messing with us. We passed the gate and we were approaching the corner. You guessed it, again. This time he looked at us intently as he approached. He walked past us and I noticed he was moving stiffly. Again he entered the gate. Jim and I picked up our pace, big time!

We rounded the corner and saw he was not there. Relieved I looked along the fence and noted there was no gate visible.

Turning west on Michigan Avenue, we continued on. In that area, Michigan Avenue is a divided highway thick with bars and motels. It was around the time the bar crowds were going to the 24 hour restaurants.

The sidewalk was clear ahead and we relaxed and laughed about what happened. We turned to walk forward and up ahead, sure enough, was the old man. After he passed us and turned the corner I said, “If I see him one more time I am running across the street. I don’t care whether there’s traffic or not.”

“Yeah, you’ll be right behind me,” Jim replied.

You can guess what happened next. We were running neck and neck. While the traffic wasn’t too busy I think we scared the hell out a few drunks.

We never found out who the old guy was. Jim was sure it had something to do with playing the records backwards. He was never able to explain how it could but he was convinced. I still believe he was just some caretaker who wanted to scare a couple of kids. I have no wish to find out…