Kiwis who've experienced paranormal phenomenon

[Lemmingwiser]

There was this time I turned on the stove and out came a pillar of flame, leaving a blackened area on the ceiling. There was no way there was a gas build up, as I smell that easily and acutely before anyone else. There was no way how this could have happened. It can't possibly be some kind of biomechanical failure of my brain. It must have been supernatural.

What? Does discovering two people I loved had died in the same day have any kind of effect on my ability to process? I don't think so. It must have been their ghosts saying goodbye to me. Just because the black spot was smaller the next morning doesn't mean I wasn't visited by ghosts.

 

[Rust Troony]

Once in the middle of the night i had to take a shit but couldn't get up because i was too tired, so i fell asleep. The next morning i didn't have to shit and i didn't shit myself.

GHOST POOP?!

 

[TV's Adam West]

>be me
>24yo now but this all started when I was 7
>livin in the old family house out in the sticks with mom, little sis Missy, and the empty upstairs room that used to be grandma's
>grandma had been "away" since I was a toddler, some kind of breakdown they never talked about
>one random Tuesday night a taxi pulls up at like 2am
>it's her, suitcase in hand, smiling that same sweet old-lady smile
>mom and Missy lose their minds hugging her, crying happy tears
>I just stand there half-asleep thinking "cool, grandma's home"

>that same night I wake up to voices downstairs
>not loud, just low murmuring and the clink of teacups
>creep to the top of the stairs like a little idiot
>grandma's in the dining room at the big oak table
>every single teacup, saucer, and the silver kettle are hovering a foot off the table
>no strings, no wires, nothing
>she's chatting away like it's normal, pouring invisible guests tea and laughing
>I freeze
>she turns her head slow, locks eyes with me in the dark
>smile doesn't reach her eyes anymore
>"Come sit in grandma's chair, sweetie. The others want to meet you."
>I don't know why I walked down there. I just did.

>she pours me a cup from this weird antique teapot she calls Amon
>tells me the house has always belonged to "Them"
>invisible things that live in the walls, under the floors, in the mirrors
>she made a deal with Them when SHE was a kid: blood every night in exchange for power and never dying
>that's why she was locked up for decades, not crazy, just... keeping the pact quiet
>every single night while we slept she was slicing mom's palm open in her bed
>dripping it into the tea for Them
>mom's been sick for years, doctors say "stress and age," but she's only 48

>few weeks later Missy catches her doing the ritual in the kitchen at 3am
>grandma's eyes go solid black, voice sounds like twenty people talking at once
>grabs Missy by the throat and... I still hear the sound her neck made
>I watched the whole thing from the hallway, couldn't even scream
>ran back to my room, pissed the bed, pretended I heard nothing

>mom finally figures it out
>tries to burn the teapot, smash the mirrors, salt the doors
>doesn't work
>They tie her to the old wooden chair in the attic they call the "Accusation Chair"
>every night the house fills with hundreds of voices yelling questions at her
>she's bleeding from the mouth now, skin hanging off her like paper
>she keeps whispering "don't drink the tea... don't sit in the chair..."

>grandma finally died last month
>heart attack they said
>but the tea parties still happen every single night
>cupboards open by themselves, kettle whistles with nobody touching it
>I hear Them in the walls right now, whispering my name in Missy's voice
>mom's in the hospital, won't last the week
>they're already saying she killed Missy and grandma in some kind of breakdown

>house is mine now
>They keep leaving the teapot on the table for me
>last night I woke up and I was already sitting in grandma's chair
>didn't remember walking there

>what the fuck do I do bros

 

[Ughubughughughughughghlug]

I used to have a coyote skull I found when I was a kid. I kept it on the top of my bookshelf. One day me and my wife were sitting on the couch watching a movie or something when the skull somehow jumped up off the shelf, over the thing in front it and landed upright between me and my wife on the couch. There was no way it could have fallen. It was right at the back of the shelf and there was stuff in front of it and we were both just sitting on the couch. I fucking took it out to the forest and buried it that day. Fuck that shit. I wasn't keeping a fucking haunted skull.

That skull is right behind you as you’re reading this.

 

[Sargon's wife's son]

Does this room in the house I used to rent? I used to live in with my family. There's one specific groom. Everyone has had the same horrible nightmare. And sleep paralysis in this one specific room. There's no chemicals leaking into this room. There's just supposedly this poltergeist ghost that everyone has
Last time I lived there. A few years back I had a massive panic attack. After having horrible nightmares in that room.
Don't know what it is about that room, but that specific room is haunted. The house is haunted, but that specific room is very haunted.

 

[Jex]

I was alone in an old building after dark. Heard a noise. And because I am a retard, I went to investigate. The sound was coming from behind a door at the end of the corridor. Two heavy bolts, a deadlock, reinforced frame. A laminated sign read: THIS DOOR MUST REMAIN LOCKED AT ALL TIMES.

The noise behind it was metallic. Rhythmic. Like a bowling ball rolling lazy circles on a hardwood floor, then stopping, then starting again. Periodic banging. Nope. I agree with the sign. The sign knows what it’s talking about.

I turned to leave. As I passed the window at the end of corridor that I had just passed by a minute ago, it decided to slowly open.

It was probably an old piece of shit boiler room and a dodgy window but it spooked me. I emailed the caretaker about it and he told me to fuck off.

 

[Dysnomia]

When I was living in my grandparents' house (they were both deceased at the time) I saw a dark cat shape go past me in the upstairs hallway. I then went downstairs to get a drink from the refrigerator and there was the cat sitting on the dining room chair. There were no other there cats at the time. I think what I saw was my grandmother's cat that had been dead for many years.

I didn't see my grandparents' ghosts but other people did. My uncle swears he saw my grandfather in the hallway downstairs. My aunt, who never actually met my grandmother formally, saw her on a few occasions and heard her speak. The dog got freaked out. But what really cemented it for me was when the house was being sold and we told the neighbors that they could take the records from the basement if they wanted them. They told my family that they saw an old white lady in a blue dress and went running out of the house saying they'd never go in there again.

I've lives in two houses where a suicide took place. In both of these my sister swore it was haunted. The first house was a teenage girl who killed herself just months before we moved in. To be fair it was a very weird house and kinda creeped me out too. There was a plow in the basement. My grandfather, who grew up on a farm in the 20s said it was considered old fashioned when he was a kid. So it was pretty old. My sister told me that she'd see an old farmer standing at the basement door staring at her. There was also a boarded up hole in the wall down there with a chair inside of it. The dogs refused to go down there and would freak out if you tried to take them. But the cats were fine with it and I thought cats were supposed to be more sensitive than dogs. Maybe whatever it was was actually harmless. I saw a man with a horse in the backyard once. It was just a second. But I know I saw it. I guess that was the farmer.

The second house was my stepfather's. He had a big finished basement he was renting out to this couple. They got into a fight and the lady shot herself in the head. I didn't live there at the time thankfully. But again my sister swore it was haunted. I dunno. The only ghosts I've seen were mostly animals.

 

[umseriously]

I have experienced undeniable paranormal phenomenon multiple times in my life, but I won't share it here because I don't want people to build a profile of me and try using it against me whenever I post in another thread.

I will say though, it's so surprising to me how people can deny evidence of the supernatural even if it were to happen to them in front of their face. Even if a demon just manifested and started attacking them, they would be like "oh it's just the wind teehee." Are they not simply insane? The more sane action is to realize what happened and conclude that a worldview change must occur rather than simply denying it in favor of being "rational" which becomes irrational when confronted with opposing opposition.

Even if something seems absurd or quite frankly impossible, if there are no other explanations left, it's the one that you must accept.