My three uncles (on my Mother's side), each served 3 tours in Viet Nam and thank God made it out. My Grandmother had beautiful, painted portraits of each of them made. You know the kind, they are really a painted-over picture of them in dress uniform (a bust).
The youngest was a Seabee (Construction Battalion) and was sent in to build roads and airstrips in the thick jungle. He had made a really close friend and as many do/did in the military, they would trade watches, rip a bill in half so they could meet after the tour and have a drink, keep letters to loved ones in case one of them didn't make it, stuff like that.
Unfortunately, one afternoon, while under attack....my uncles friend was killed.
At home and to this very day, a single tear appeared on my uncles painting that very day....and the watch they had traded, stopped at the exact time his friends life ended. There is nothing wrong with the watch (he had taken it to 3 different jewelers), but again, to this day, it won't run.
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04-24-2012 05:57 AM
04-24-2012 08:59 AM
Just to mix things up, a 'UFO' story from my dad. Now he doesn't believe the UFO was an alien space craft, he just says it was an unidentified flying object.
When my dad was part of the Israeli Army as a young man in the 70s, he and the entire camp saw a series of lights above the camp in the middle of the night. They thought at first it was a spy satelite, then they thought it was an aircraft. Then it began to move in the most peculiar way, left, right, stopping, moving quickly, turning, and all with no sound to indicate a helicopter. He says it didn't move like one either.
Believing it was a spy craft of some sorts they were ordered to shoot it down. Nothing seemed to affect the movements of these lights, and it never went down, it just went away.
Not sure what I believe it was, but I don't believe in alien space craft. Experimental craft on the other hand...
Never had a ghost experience. Not sure if I believe. I've even slept in the same bed my grand-pa died in, but never experienced anything."Dialogue should simply be a sound among other sounds, just something that comes out of the mouths of people whose eyes tell the story in visual terms." - Alfred Hitchcock
04-24-2012 09:03 AM
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04-24-2012 09:26 AM
Ki-Ki, your stories are super creepy to me.
My addition: I went to college out here in Oklahoma. It's a small Christian school that used to be an orphanage. My second semester there was overpopulated, and they couldn't get the new dorms up in time, so there were 4 of us in the rooms. I'm a heavy sleeper, and I wake up for very little. Yet one morning at 5:15 AM (a good 5 hours before I'm normally up), I woke up with a jolt. I turned to face the door to the hallway, and there was a shadowy figure there. I'm not talking about "it's dark in here" shadowy. I mean there was no coloring to how deep this black was. It was darker than the rest of the room, which was dark from no lighting. It was closer to a void of color than anything. My bed was a foot or two from the doorway, so this was right in from of my face. I couldn't move. I was petrified. It just stayed there by the beds. Then, I watched this figure move all the way through the room and pass through the opposite wall (which was outside on a first floor building). I didn't fall back asleep.
When my roommates got up, I asked if anything weird happened last night. Nothing.
A few hours later I was outside sitting on a curb not wanting to go back into the room. A girl came up and sat next to me. We talked about something stupid for a minute, then she said, "Hey ... this is going to sound really dumb, I know, but this morning at 5:15 I woke up terrified. I could feel this complete evil feeling around me. I can't really explain it. I started praying until it went away." I hadn't told anyone about what happened by this point.
04-24-2012 10:40 AM
I've got another UFO story to add. Nothing uber exciting...
My uncle had a nice cabin on Norris Lake in Tennessee. My brother, mom and dad were there visiting my aunt and uncle. I was 13. The cabin was in its own little cove, no other houses in sight. Most nights we would hang out on a detached deck that overlooked the water. On the last evening of our visit we are out on the deck chatting it up. My dad and uncle go back into the house for something. We see something that looks like a helicopter flying around, following the shoreline. Couldn't hear anything, though. Lost sight of it as it skirted around a point on the lake. Then, from out of no where, the light is shining down directly on us. It felt like the light was no more than 20 feet above our heads, which would've been impossible because the thick woods were much taller than that. There was no sound at all. No wind. I remember my mom saying, just seconds after the light turned on, "Oh, Jesus is taking us home." And then she slowly pulled my brother and I close to her. I have no recollection of how long the light was on us. 10 seconds? 10 minutes? Simply can't recall. The light turned off. And that was it. My aunt has since passed away, but my mom and brother can still testify to the sighting to this day...whatever it was.Mike McNeese
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04-24-2012 11:08 AM
A few years ago we stayed several days in a huge old country house called Boringdon Hall in southern England, with a bunch of friends.
They told us, itīs hunted. So I took my camera right after midnight, went to the big gallery, where the ghost was supposed to appear and waited half an hour.
Nothing happened. I went downstairs to the guy and ranted (half funny) about the ghost and why he was not there. Than I went to my room to bring my camera back.
I put it back in the bag, when the room suddenly cooled down. I turned around and wanted to leave the room. The door was locked - twice.
I took my key, opened the door and went out. Usually those doors have this hydraulic arm (because of fire safety) that closes the door smoothly.
Because of the hydraulics, itīs hard to slam the door shut, even if you want.
This door stopped half way closed, and I was not able to move it an inch (and Iīm a big guy).
Than it started making sounds like someone wantīs to rip it out of the frame. I thought the 400 years old oak wood would burst into pieces any moment.
Than it violently slams shut. Than a shadow came true the closed door and went - like cold air- straight trough me.
My hair was literary standing up.
04-24-2012 07:45 PM
04-24-2012 11:11 PM
"Please check your firearms." Cool, I thought, I could live here.
04-26-2012 08:52 PM
Oh, just for fun, I didn't tell this part.
I don't believe in ghosts. Yet I admit to seeing one. So how do I explain that? I can't. I have no explanation for that. (Actually I do)
I used to believe in ghosts until I saw one (above story). After being scared after that I figured if I chose to never believe in ghosts again, I'd never see one again. And so far that's worked alright.
There ya go. Does that explain it? hahaha. There's some psyc for ya.
Just having fun man, just having fun.
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04-26-2012 09:23 PM
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