Kiwis who've experienced paranormal phenomenon

[Trimalchio]

I've only had one experience that I'd call paranormal. I certainly don't know how to explain it. I woke up one morning to what felt like a small animal, around the size of a cat, circling around my feet, the way cats sometimes do before lying down. I "knew" it was there because I could feel its weight on the mattress. Not only do I not have any pets, but when I looked at my feet there was nothing there at all. To prove it wasn't some kind of sleep hallucination, I even got out of bed and looked where the "animal" should have been. There was nothing to see. I then got back into bed, and I could still feel it moving in a circle. This happened two times, both in the morning when I woke up, and then never again. No idea what caused it.

I later found a discussion on some online forum where multiple users described the exact same experience: feeling an "invisible cat" moving in circles on the bed, around their feet. No one could find a convincing explanation, but it made me feel a bit less crazy.

 

[SmokelessFire]

My childhood bedroom was at the end of a long hallway. From the position of looking into the bedroom, there was a door to another room on the left that was basically always closed and a chest high bookcase on the right. Otherwise there's only about 4-5 inches on either side of the door for the doorframe. I was scared of the dark so we kept the bedroom door open and a light on in the hallway. My bed was positioned in such a way that lying down I could peer into the hallway with a minor angle. Staying up late one night watching food network, I caught in the corner of my eye a small movement near the door. Looking at it I could see a black oval to the left, half hidden by the doorframe, like a human face but totally black and flat. This face and neck started to tilt to peer farther into the room, and as it did long, black, tangled hair came down with it. I stared at it for about a minute, and it slowly tilted back until it disappeared behind the door frame. Everyone was asleep and as I said, there's possible no way for a person to stand where it stood.

Many years later, I was driving my brother somewhere and was later attending a Halloween party with high-school friends. I was thinking of telling the story there. My brother has a much greater third eye then I do (which is very ironic because he's a happy-go-lucky, adjusted, agnostic guy and I'm a fuck up schizo), he'd seen and heard dead relatives in clouds as a toddler, saw a common ghost at our grandparents, seen orbs etc, so I decided to ask him if ever saw a ghost in our house. He says "What, you mean the black lady?" that knocked the wind out of me lol.

Had a visual-bodily religious experience after praying in bed in my early 20s but I'm not throwing those pearls before you swine.

 

[Otterly]

invisible cat"

oh I’ve had this. It feels like a cat or small child hopping up on the bed and cuddling up and wriggling, you can feel the pressure. Not at all malign feeling, more comforting? I assumed it was one of those ‘close-to-sleep’ phenomena like hypnagogic experiences, but positive.

 

[Chicha Drinker]

Had a visual-bodily religious experience after praying in bed in my early 20s but I'm not throwing those pearls before you swine.

I'll show you mine if you show me yours, but before then I'll talk about my only paranormal experience that I really count, since th others were so brief they dont really count for much.

I was 17 in my parents house, I was a straight edge kid who had (and still has) a phobia of inhaling things so I never did drugs, and i didnt drink until I was 21, so I was complete sober. I was in the little side room we had in the house that we used as a library/study room, on one side of the room there were two armchairs with a small table that had a lamp between them. On the other side, there was a bookshelf that was built into the wall and spanned the entire side of the room.

Anyway, I was looking at memes on my phone, with my leg propped up on the armrest of the chair next to me, so thanks to the lamp's light, my knee was casting a shadow onto the other side of the room. I had suddenly gotten very quiet for about 5-10 minutes because I was texting a friend, when I suddenly saw the shadow of my knee start to wobble and move a litte bit. I saw it in my peripheral but mentally played it off as me moving my knee without thinking about it, and then the shadow started to rise. Again I didn't notice it at first. but the shadow kept rising to the point where the angle of light didn't make sense anymore, so i glanced over and saw the head of what looked like a shadow person moving up the wall/bookcase. I stopped everything I was doing and stared, unsure to believe what I was seeing or not. As the shadow person rose higher and higher, I saw the outline of two hands come out on either side of the head, so it looked like it was almost pulling itself up from under the bookcase. It kept rising higher and higher until it was ~2-3 feet from the ceiling, I debated whether I should say something or just see what happens, but just as it was getting close to the ceiling, my mom called my name to get me to help with something, and it zipped back under the bookcase. I had always felt ill at ease in that house and I swear I saw a spirit orb one night when i couldn't sleep, but those situations were so quick I dont really give them much value.

I saw what I saw tho, and it was a shadow person.

 

[Disgruntled Pupper]

One of the things that was odd for me about 9/11 was that when I got home from school, my mom was home because she hadn't gone to work that day, eventhough she had gotten ready and left at her usual time. She said that while going to work she got a very bad, very ominous feeling, and that she kept getting distracted by how blue the sky was that morning. She basically got all the way to work and decided to turn around and come home. We didn't watch TV in the mornings and she didn't listen to the radio that morning, so none of us had any idea what had happened. She actualy went outside and was trying to garden, but again she kept just looking at the blue sky. About an hour later my dad, who worked swing shifts, got a call from his coworker who told him to turn on the news, and that's how they learned about the towers.

Both her and I have similar experiences like that, both big and small. A lot of it we don't think is actually paranormal, we chaulk up to just a subconscious perception from those around us. Like on 9/11, my mom probably just picked up on the worry and distress from the people in the cars around her- their faces and demeanor, tiny changes in the way people were driving and the flow of traffic, just really small changes that consciously you don't notice.

But sometimes it gets a little harder to explain, like when my uncle's cat died. The cat went outside just a little while before I got to my uncle's house, but when I walked in I just felt this emptiness and I had a bad feeling that the cat wouldn't be coming back. My uncle found him a ways off the road a few days later. Or this one time, I found this coyote skull in the woods. It was in fantastic shape, but as I was looking at it I got this really creepy, bad feeling, so I put it back down and left it. That night I had a lucid dream where I false awoke and as I was lying there I felt a large dog jump on my bed and scratch around at my feet. Was really glad I didn't take that skull.

 

[Agent Abe Caprine]

This is something my mom told me happened. I don't remember anything about it because I was too young. When I was about 4 or 5, I wanted to play in some rusty old tractor that was on my grandparents' property. My great grandpa's ghost shows up and tells me not to do that. Rather than potentially dying of tetanus, I run to my mom to tell her a weird man talked me out of playing on the tractor.

If this actually happened, the ghost of an Apache alcoholic saved my life.

 

[Star Classic]

I've had a lot of Deja-vu moments, and as I get older they get more and more common. This is likely just residual memories from younger years. I don't have an interesting life in the sense that people or places change so it could be matching sentences, words, etc. But I cannot shake the eerie feeling of it.

Dreams wise, I've seen Heaven and Hell. but whether those were true "sights" can be debated. Dreams are influenced by memories and such.

 

[Sperg_rancher]

the place I live is over 90 years old. the first owners husband died in here.

there's been a few times I've woken up around midnight or later to hear footsteps in another room. slow rhythmic footsteps, that move around a single room. happens maybe 3x a year. after doing the rounds, I go back to sleep without incident. it's happened once during the day, the rest at night.

maybe I should leave out some peppermints. I hear old people like hard candy.

 

[skykiii]

So one thing I experience often is "I swear I dreamed this."

The "dreams" are never substantial... they're always like, parts of a random jumble, like a stray thought I happened to have. And its never a major event, always something innocuous. But when it happens its like, "Oh, I dreamed this!"

For example, the one I experienced today.

The dream was somewhere in the ballpark of two weeks ago, and again, nothing substantial--at some point I was about to wake up I had a dream where I was writing notes about a Captain Planet DVD set, where I specifically used a phrase mentioning that the episode guide lists an episode as being in both season two and season five.

Last week, I got tired of the crap quality of torrents I had and decided to buy the Madman Australia DVD release of the series (I was afraid the US release would have some of the same issues as my torrent). Madman's release has the series in two thick cases, each one has an insert with a list of episodes.

And guess what? It really does have a typo where it lists some episodes as occuring in both Season Two and Season Five.

Now, I backup my DVD collection to ISO, and in cases like this, I write a text file with notes pointing out stuff like this... and as I was typing I was like "I dreamed this!"

And again, it's always stupid stuff like this. I guess I shouldn't complain--I'd rather have "I find a minor error on a DVD" dreams than a "my mom dies in a plane crash" dream.

Incidentally yes, a few times my dreams have even predicted things I end up saying on Kiwi Farms later.

I just wish I knew what the purpose was, if there even is one.

EDIT: Also, the other day I felt this weird phantom touching sensation. Now, I'm OCD so I hate getting touched by "unclean" objects right after I bathe, and my first thought was that I must have accidentally backed into something while dressing (because that's what it felt like, that I had pushed against a piece of furniture)... except when I turned to look, there was nothing that I could have possibly backed into. I had plenty of space.

 

[Dr. Ricearoni]

This is going to sound like the most retarded shit ever but when I was a teenager in my Minecraft phase I built myself a jukebox and started mining in the dark without putting anything in it. This fucking empty jukebox started playing the fuckin spooky ass cracked music disc all on its own and I don't know if it's some obscure mechanic to scare the player like the cave sounds but I've literally never heard of this happening to anyone else ever, I swear to God.

 

[gobbles]

And again, it's always stupid stuff like this. I guess I shouldn't complain--I'd rather have "I find a minor error on a DVD" dreams than a "my mom dies in a plane crash" dream.

I have déja vu sometimes (worse as a kid), and I’ve known several people to have it badly. The more I live, the more I think there’s a universal consciousness that connects everything, including between people and across time.

Otherwise, I can’t explain how I would’ve dreamt about a room I wouldn’t walk into for another two years. Sometimes I think dreamwalking is real, too.

 

[Arbiter]

I swore I saw a flying saucer when I was a kid. It was very reflective and sort of shaped like a ball on top of a plate. I saw it during the day, and it flew in front of a building so it was somewhat small, maybe 5'x5'. It flew up, down, side to side, before zooming away into the distance. This was well before drones became a thing, at least the commercial ones. I've had three ghost-type experiences. The first one, I heard and saw a doorknob turning by itself. It was doing it in a very jerky and strange way. The second, I heard the sound of objects being shuffled and moved around in the next room. I was getting up and about to go into the room as it happened. The third, I heard a disembodied voice when no one was there. It said "how are you doing?" in a playful way.

 

[sadbird]

I was able to consciously predict my coworker which was about to come barreling out of the kitchen carrying a bus tub of dishes in advance, and move out of the way just as she appeared. It was dejavu in action. But nope, nothing like that ever really happened again. I've had this "gut instinct" phenomena happen a lot especially when I was younger but they were never early enough to act on. All I can think of is man it would be so cracked if I could figure that one out. Sux.

 

[skykiii]

The third, I heard a disembodied voice when no one was there. It said "how are you doing?" in a playful way.

Did you answer it?

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One phenomenon I used to encounter a lot from 18-25 years of age... I don't know how to explain it but it would be like I would get "glimpses." For example I'd be playing a top-view RPG and going through a dungeon, but for a brief moment I would see other dungeon paths that weren't really there. I'd also have moments where I felt like my consciousness suddenly expanded and I suddenly knew a lot of things I had never learned before, but then it would all return to normal and I would lose the knowledge.

It's similar to a phenomenon I sometimes encounter in dreams where in dreams I can speak non-English languages fluently, but when I wake up it returns to being gibberish to me. But imagine that but happening while wide awake.

 

[Soso]

I don't really know if this counts as paranormal or not, but my great grandfather's former home is always creepy. I remember always having nightmares in a certain guestroom though. It was just that bed, everywhere else in the house, I would sleep okay, but in that guestroom it was always a nightmare. The rest of the house is really off putting in a way, I guess that it's really old that brings out the creepiness. I also recall that I heard scratching at the window during the night, but there's no tree nearby. Either I had a paranoid imagination, but I still swear there was something scratching at the second floor window.

 

[Arbiter]

Did you answer it?

No I instead asked the other person in the room with me if that was them (no), if they heard it too (yes), what was that (they didn't know either), etc. lol. Moments before it happened, the night-light thing that was by the door got brighter and brighter and brighter before turning off. I thought I was just seeing things in the dark and dismissed that, but the voice was crystal clear.

 

[Mechanical Pencil]

I learned back in 2019 that my brother thinks I have something going on, which is wild to me since I've never known him to buy into paranormal stuff. He phrased it something like, "intuition so strong (I) may as well be psychic”. Here's the long of it:

My brother, some mutual friends and I planned ourselves a eurotrip, starting our planning at the end of 2018 and getting everything figured out by autumn 2019, with the plan of being overseas for the end of March and beginning of April of 2020. Just as we were about to start reserving/spending money on it, I tapped out.

”Oh, no way in hell am I going then." Was my brother's immediate response. Of course, our friends were wondering how in the hell all of those months of planning and putting money aside just flew out the damn window started asking questions to figure out what had changed. That was when my brother made the intuition/psychic quote and proceeded to list a bunch of examples of times I had, for no discernable reason, noped out on trips I should have been super excited to go on only for the trips to go off the rails for those that went.

-That time I said a last minute no thanks to a road trip only for the trip goers to have a tornado touch down within five miles of them, getting sprayed by a crop duster and badly sickened resulting in hours at the ER, the cars engine bay catching fire totalling it resulting in buying a replacement vehicle while on the road (and my poor brother getting blasted in the face by a poorly handled fire extinguisher); they didn't even make it out of the home state before having to stop to get the vans AC fixed only to find out there was no hotel availability within an hours drive because some event in the area, my cousin had a tree they were less than ten feet from exploded by a lightning strike causing hearing damage, etc...

-The island camp trip I waved off the day before where an exceptionally rain heavy storm forced everyone to evacuate the island before it went completely underwater. What was a below knee hight wade in turned into the strongest swimmer (again, my poor brother) having to risk his life making it to shore to run a line across the water so the rest of the party could pull themselves to safety along the line, using their waterproof gear bags and air-filled contractors bags as emergency flotation devices. Most gear was abandoned, deemed not worth the risk to life to haul it across food waters.

-The cruise I declined despite enjoying my first cruise experience where it was 6 hours of good sailing and the entire rest of the trip was horribly rough seas that left everyone miserable with seasickness, including the people who'd never had issues with motion sickness. Those willing to tough out their misery found most ship-board amenities/entertainment shut down for safety. Stops at harbor were used to catch up on sleep instead of fun activities, because sleeping is hard when the ocean wants to toss you from your bed all night, every night.

-The other island camp trip I again last minute lolnope'd from where they got to the lake only to return home to get the paddles they forgot only to get to the lake to turn back around again to get the PFDs they forgot. Then they paddled halfway to the island when a popup supercell damn near sank their canoe just in time for a wildlife officer to zip by them, his wake flooding the canoe a half mile from any shore. The wildlife officer never noticed he'd sunk them, the canoe and non-floating gear was lost to the lake and everyone had to swim to shore as the storm battered them.

When the cancelled eurotrip date finally rolled around an my friends realized, ”holy shit, we came so close to getting completely fucked over by covid” my ability became a topic of discussion again. They wanted an explanation and I had nothing to give them. I never got any bad vibes, no negative thoughts or sensations, not even a swoop in my gut or a bad dream about any of it. One moment I'd be hyped for a trip and a microsecond later I would be happily disengaged from the whole affair. I'd never thought about my lack of thought, until I was being asked about it by my perplexed friends. I cannot give a single flimsy reason for declining any of those trips. I just did, and thought no more about it beyond, ”whew, I really dodged a bullet” when people would return with horror stories.

What do you think, kiwisisters? Am I blessed with stupid amounts of luck or is some part of my brain/spirit/soul tapping into something Other outside of my general awareness, keeping me free of bad trips? I think it's sheer dumb luck.

Tl;dr: I seem to have an unusual ability to specifically avoid nightmare trips and after my last swerve away from a disaster my brother and friends think I have a power. Paranormal or just lucky?

 

[Pagan Min]

And again, it's always stupid stuff like this. I guess I shouldn't complain--I'd rather have "I find a minor error on a DVD" dreams than a "my mom dies in a plane crash" dream.

I've had the exact same thing happening to me since I was very young. First time I remember it was when I was around 8, dreamed that I was taking a surprise quiz. A few days later, the exact same situation happened IRL, right down to the first question of the quiz. Thought it was pretty cool at the time...

I just wish I knew what the purpose was, if there even is one.

I just view it as a sign that I'm following along the right path (or the path that's been set out for me). Gives me reassurance that things'll turn out just fine...

Edited to add: I might as well add this in rather than double-post, but I did have an experience with The Hatman when I was a tween or teen (12-13, IIRC)... Woke up in the middle of the night, looked at the foot of my bed, and there he was in all his glory -- dark, shadowy shape with what looked to me like one of those hats the Amish wear. He didn't seem to be threatening in the least, just seemed like he was watching over me and protecting me, so I basically shrugged and went back to sleep... Wasn't until I woke up in the morning that I was slightly freaked about it... LOL

Oh, and no, it wasn't a dream bleeding over into my conscious mind, or any sleep paralysis stuff... I explored all of that at the time (and did my research on things when I got older & had access to proper research materials), and pretty much ruled out everything except for it being a shadow being standing at the foot of my bed. But eh, he didn't kill me or steal my soul, so no harm no foul...

 

[Otterly]

What do you think, kiwisisters? Am I blessed with stupid amounts of luck or is some part of my brain/spirit/soul tapping into something Other outside of my general awareness, keeping me free of bad trips? I think it's sheer dumb luck.

I dont know, but I’d listen to your gut.

 

[Stoneheart]

to my south is the region where all the fairy tales come from, and most of central germany, including the part im living in had alot of "occult" influence and there are some indications that the rich lords tried to copy roman mysteries.
i once stumbled over some small building in the woods while hiking and im not sure if i had a vision or if my mind just went blank from how the sun just hit me perfectly from a round hole in the wall.
another time i went hiking i sat down in around another old building and its garden and i could hear strange whispers coming from an empty flower field. it sounded like german or latin from the strong K sound but i couldnt understand words.
There is also a bridge to the south thats known for ghostly sounds.

I dont think any of that is paranormal, its just rich okkultists fucking with our minds from the grave.