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To The Reader Of This Story:

It is appalling for me to see the tens of thousands of ghost and paranormal stories in the internet. Considering that each person writes a different ghost or paranormal story than another could only mean there are as many individual ghosts or paranormals as there are stories ... and these are just in one website I recently visited! Add to these the stories in all other websites around the world, there must be millions of ghosts/paranormals! My goodness! I never really thought there are these many ghosts/paranormals on earth! Well, I guess as long as there are not as many ghosts as there are humans, we earthlings probably will be alright!

It makes me wonder now if it is worth writing in this website the paranormal occurrences which I have witnessed. To those whose job is to read stories such as these for particular purposes) and to the readers whose interest in ghosts/paranormals compels them to browse once in a great while for these stories in the internet, I am quite sure it is worth writing; otherwise, I can only hope writing is not useless.

The following stories are true and I have organized them into a compilation similar to a book with chapters in it. Each chapter is a story of paranormal occurrence which I have witnessed since about the 1970's and continuing to the present time. I was talking to myself one time, saying, "May be there are no more occurrences to follow." Not long after this little talk to myself, another paranormal occurrence happened ... and then another ... and now I do not know for sure if these paranormal occurrences (enchantments?) will ever end!

I am bewildered every time I witness or experience a paranormal occurrence or incident (enchantment?). And I must admit I wish they would never ever end!

These are the true stories:

THE UNKNOWN AND I

File: E:\The Unknown and I
First writing on CD, October, 2003

The following occurrences are true to life, not fictions. Except for one dream, these occurrences were factual, and most of them were with substance and happened outdoors during the day time. I have done my best to recall and write each of the events as they happened several years ago and continuing up to recently. If I haven't written the exact dates of the occurrences, it is because I did not see nor have the reason to do so at the time. I even thought in the past when they were most frequent that such occurrences happened very commonly to people. In retrospect I now know beyond doubt that those occurrences are rare and from these experiences I have learned to exhaust observations and possibilities before concluding that recent occurrences are indeed and in fact paranormal. I am happy to have been one of the few to witness paranormal occurrences, yet feel unfortunate to realize that the proof of the episodes are beyond my human power.

Transported Supernaturally?
The preceding true story occurred sometime between 1970 and 1971. It is as accurate as it can be from my recollection of the bewildering incident but quite a long story to float in the web, so in summary, I traveled from point A through 7 or 8 miles of massive obstructions to point B not by any known means of human transportation. The details are contained in the story. Up to this writing I still do not have any scientific or practical ideas or explanations of how I was transported. Do not anticipate any drug, liquor, disease or illness being involved in this incredibly wonderful occurrence because truly, there was none. I was in my late twenties, very healthy in mind and body and all other aspects at the time. Unfortunately there was no internet then. I did not have my own computer until late in 2001 and had noticed the world wide popularity of the websites devoted to the paranormal in the internet only recently. Hence, the reason this very old story of wonder is indeed still very young these days in the websites.

There are not enough words for me to prove the truth of this story. I can only wish you had been there with me. This occurrence will give an idea of the prodigious way to travel from point A to point B. I drove out to work one day. It was one of those usual clear, sunny mornings and everything was normal except traffic. Within minutes, I ran into a hardly moving, bumper to bumper jam. Losing patience and in attempt to outsmart this queue, I turned left, thinking I could loop back ahead somewhere. A few turns and I knew I was beginning to get lost. The river to my left was the only landmark I had and I was sure it was the North side, so I knew I was headed East. A few more turns and not a thing was familiar anymore. I was completely lost. I drove past a fenced power transformer station and that was the last landmark that had registered in my memory. Tense, looking from side to side, looking just like a lost driver, I continued driving on this straight stretch of road through this entirely unfamiliar place, not knowing which direction I was headed. Houses of modern design, some new, hinted that I had entered a subdivision. Then, all of a sudden, there was a traffic light with red light on at the intersection up ahead about one block. I stepped on the brake and jolted the car to a stop. It was here where the inexplicable occurred.

A brief description is in order at this point to help visualize the map of the area. An old highway runs North-South between two residential areas. It has two lanes on each side, divided at the middle throughout its length by a concrete-curbed grassy island laden with evenly spaced trees. Both the West and East sides of this highway are fenced with heavy concrete walls in some parts and rock boulders in others all the way South beginning from the embankments by the river at the North. As far as I can recall there is no link between the two residential areas East and West of the highway except at the intersection discussed further in the text. Needless to say, to go from the residential area on one side of the highway to the residential area on the other side, one must cross the highway and the only crossing is at that intersection.

On approaching the intersection I realized I was about to cross the highway. The brake was naturally my first reaction. Then I noticed the well known hotel facing the road on the opposite side across from the traffic light. It was at this point when I recognized the location. I had occasionally passed by this intersection while driving down the highway, so this was not an unfamiliar site, although I had never been on this exact spot before. Of course I had always known that the hotel was on the West side of the highway. From all these information, I got a positive bearing: I was on the East side of the highway headed West towards the intersection. But something very bizarre happened. Just before the car jolted to a stop, I had noticed that the side of the hotel with its great big name, which was supposed to be its North side, was facing East! It should have been facing North! Then, just as the car stopped, the hotel switched to its normal position (turned 90 degrees) in the blink of an eye!, i.e., its East side facing east, its North side facing North - right in front of my very eyes, just like one would see on television! Notice now that the above events happened only within a few seconds after the intersection with the red traffic light over it had suddenly come in sight.

It was while waiting for the go signal at this intersection when things became clear to me: I got lost on the WEST side of the highway, near the river, past a power transformer station, the intersection with the red traffic light on suddenly appeared, I jolted the car to a stop, I never crossed the highway ..... what was I doing waiting for the green light here at the intersection EAST of the highway? How did I get here? All hairs began rising at this point, not from fear but probably from the realization of this impossibility!

Whatever it was that occurred, I found my bewildered self on this spot at the exit gate of a private property just before the intersection under the traffic light EAST of the highway. To arrive at this spot from somewhere in the subdivision WEST of the highway where I got lost, I had to drive East, knock down some houses, ram through those concrete walls, or fly off rock boulders then cross the highway, fight traffic, hover over the concrete-curbed island, clip some trees, fight traffic again if still in one piece, ram through the concrete walls on the East side, knock down some more houses, into some private estates, drive around in rat maze roads and find this intersection ... OR ... keep driving on the West subdivision on rat maze roads, zigzags and circles, find this intersection, wait for the green traffic light, cross the highway from the West side in some peace and ease to the East side, into this private property, then turn around and face the traffic light to head West. I did none of the above and yet as sure as the sun brings light I landed here from the WEST. Later on I found out that the fenced power transformer station - the last land mark stored in my memory - West of the highway where I got lost was approximately 7 miles Northwest from this exact spot.

May be some human being can explain at least in theory how an occurrence such as this happens. I've heard some of those theories. However, how far those theories are from what this really and actually is ..... in other words the truth behind the occurrence ..... is beyond human knowledge. A fact that we just have to accept. Nonetheless, may be something can be learned. I have only some physics and chemistry to lay down as guesstimates for this puzzle. Nevertheless, I can calculate how much time this occurrence saved me from that traffic queue to reach my office - at least 70 minutes!

Although it occurred around 1970, this bewildering incident is still hair-raising for me. I can still see the details as though it happened only yesterday. I have no questions to ask but only wish that I would know its purpose.

The Typewriter
This incident, which I will never forget, happened sometime in 1970. I was working for an engineering office at the time. I came from my office on the other side of the compound and entered this administrative office to see and talk to one of the staff. Everyone had left to lunch so I sat for a while, trying to decide whether to sit longer and wait or leave and call for a meeting with that person later. I decided to leave. As I was walking past one of the tables, the carriage of the electric typewriter sitting on it suddenly and by itself shifted to the left, then back to its neutral position on the right. Out of curiosity, I tinkered a little bit with the typewriter to see why it moved by itself. I confirmed to myself that there were only two things that could move the carriage to the left: depress the tab key or depress the space bar. The carriage could return to its neutral right position only by hand. Could there have been an electrical malfunction? I watched for a little bit longer to see what else the typewriter would be doing. It stood as still as it should, and did nothing!

As I was about to leave the door, I was making a mental note so I wouldn't forget to call this person later but I just couldn't remember his name. I had worked with him as one of the staff too long to forget his name. In fact, I definitely was planning to see this person by name when I entered the office. But at this point I just couldn't remember it no matter how hard I tried. Then all of a sudden I heard a voice say the name of the person. It was a very deep, low-toned mellow voice (just like a distant deep low tone thunder). This incident happened on the day of the Equinox.

Supernatural Camera?
Sometime in 1971, a devastating typhoon had just passed by the city. There was a power outage but business had to be as usual. I can't recall any longer why I had to be at the building of this telephone company where I had worked years before. I had just entered the door when one of the payroll clerks recognized me. He knew my name but asked me to confirm anyway, and said that I had some back wages from the union labor strike of which I used to be a member. The elevator was shut, so we went down several long steps and as we walked into the dark hallways towards the payroll office, lights flashed behind corners ahead of us just like those from a camera. I thought the flashes were from sparks from electrical shorts in the building, so I asked the man if electric repairs were in progress. He replied no way and said they were temporarily using kerosene lamps for light. Apparently, he did not see the light flashes behind those many dark corners! I got a pretty sum of union back wages that day for a labor strike some 4 or 5 years before!

Supernatural Search Light?
I remember it was around Christmas of 1972. I was with other guys going home from caroling. We were on the street not too far from my parent's house when I saw the tree at the backyard lit with a very intense light - more intense than the search light on a police helicopter, but there was no source of light beaming down on the tree. This lasted for about 5 to 10 seconds. My friends were probably not as attentive as I was or made to be so, so nobody else but I noticed it.

Shadow Of An Unseen Figure Beside Me
This incident occurred in 1972 or 73 while living with my parents at the time. At my leisure, I enjoyed climbing up the roof of the old house at night. Part of the roof over one of the bedrooms was A shaped, like an inverted trough. I would lay my back on the incline of this A, gaze at the stars and feel the cool breeze brush against my arms. A few yards from here, there was a tree. I would usually see its leaves waving and swaying, as if smiling happily with the breeze. One night I was at this usual spot, gazing at the stars that littered the moonless sky when a light lit on the tree as though beamed from a distant source behind the A. It was like the light from the headlamp of a vehicle. I stood up and looked at where the light had come from. It was impossible for a vehicle light to reach up that high past the roof and on to the tree. Well, I thought, there was always a possibility that a car just happened to beam its lights up there. So the night just passed by like any other.

I was again up on the roof one night, again enjoying the view. Again a light lit on the tree. It was the same kind of light which appeared to have been beamed from behind my back, but this time a shadow appeared on the tree. It was that of a short human figure, more like a dwarf with tangles of what appeared to be the cloth strips or gauze on a mummy. The shadow walked down from the tip of the A, bow-legged as if climbing down a mountain, then disappeared into the shadow of the roof on the tree. From the position of both the shadow of the figure and that of the roof on the tree, it appears that the figure, what ever it was, had climbed down from the top of the A on the roof, walked past beside my left arm and down the roof. But I saw nobody climb down the incline of the A and walk past beside me. I just saw its shadow on the tree.

KeysTaken Into The Supernatural?
The year was 1979. This incident happened in a park while fixing my car. There wasn't much of anything to do that fine afternoon, so I decided to fix something in my car which I had been putting off for some time. I was renting an apartment in the city near a park by the lake. Needless to say, I had no garage to work at. Being a work day, I knew the park would not be busy with too many people, so I drove up there. This wasn't the first time I used this park as a garage. I parked under the shades of a tree, got out of the car, got my tool box out the trunk, opened the hood and started working. I can no longer remember what I worked on that day, but it was under hood in the engine. Having finished fixing, I got in the car to start the engine. The set of keys with the car key in it was gone.

Thinking back, after opening the trunk to get the tool box and before I started working, the only places where I could have inadvertently put the keys would be in one of my pockets, on the dashboard, on the front passenger seat or forgotten in the key hole of the trunk. This is how I am.

Except for a bunch of boys playing volleyball hundreds of feet away, the place where I parked at was an open space and practically desolate, "you can see for miles around". I would have been too dumb not to notice anybody approach or walk away from this little car from any direction and pull a dirty joke on me such as stealing my set of keys. Besides, the old car was not attractive enough to be worth that kind of joke.

I looked into every possible corner and slot in the car where the keys could have fallen into, including the engine - nothing. I looked on the ground around and under the car. The keys just plainly had vanished. I had to call a mobile locksmith. After several hours' waiting, they arrived, extracted the ignition key assembly, and did work on the barrel with a matching key. When I got home, I had to ask special favor from the manager of the apartment after waiting long hours to have replacement keys to my apartment. That day had indeed been a long day. The keys had disappeared without a clue or trace.

Predestination
Are certain events in our lives predestined? If someone knew you needed a crown for your tooth that you couldn't afford and that someone knew you so well as to know what time you'd be home and once you're at home the refrigerator is your first visit; further, if that someone had stuck a check for the dental bill on its door while you were away, did that someone do you a predestination? If your answer is yes, then you are saying destiny is made beforehand! In this case someone you probably don't even know had given you the payment for your tooth which was destined to be crowned and perhaps to last your lifetime. Now, if you left an open picnic ground and had just entered your car when rain all of a sudden poured hard, were you predestined not to be soaked in the rain? And if you had been longing all your life to own a rare watch but had given up your chance of finding that watch, then without any planning or intention you find that watch in a jewelry store while on your way to buy a pair of shoes, were you not predestined to own that watch? If your answer to these questions is no, then let us know what it is.

Numbers
This occurrence was dream related and happened fairly recently (2001). Does everyone realize that the civilized urban world is a world of numbers? We have numbers for just about everything: social security, bank, credits, checks, money orders, etc., you name it ... numbers for every use! In some of these uses, such as the PIN, passwords, even email addresses, etc., numbers are chosen by the user. Can it be that some of these numbers are supernatural or extraterrestrial in origin?

The following two true stories appear to imply predestination.

My Notebook Went Ahead Of Its Time
I bought this notebook computer in September, 2001. It is one which has to be shutdown first before turning off the power switch. The computer knows if this shutdown procedure is followed lest it does extra steps during startup. So what has a computer got to do with the paranormal? Well, during shutdown the read/write head of the hard drive makes some rapid knocking sounds, i.e., di-dit, di-di-dit, di-di-di-dit, then a short "IT IS NOW SAFE TO SWITCH YOUR COMPUTER POWER OFF " display on the screen before the screen goes black. Long before I even planned on buying a computer, perhaps over a year or so, I had been hearing this exact knocking sound on several different occasions almost regularly just before going to bed after staying up late with my books at night (usually during the wee hours in the morning). The sound came from outside the window of my apartment. Every time I heard it I would wonder what it was!

So what was the sound I had been hearing? Was it some similar sound made by a woodpecker, a toy, water hammer in a plumbing some place, or a lunatic knocking on wood, plastic or steel, or was it a sound from etc.? The answer is a big NO. The knocking sound is a sound like no other, made by this kind of computer only. There is nothing similar. Was it the sound from an identical or similar computer being shutdown elsewhere in the building or on the street? This is the closest possibility, but it could not have been because the sound from the notebook is only audible within three to five feet from the computer in an absolutely quiet surroundings. The other apartments in the building and the street are several feet away from my window and, needless to mention, the rooms are sealed in storm windows and acoustic insulations.

Since I met and bought my notebook computer, I never heard again the knocking sound from outside the window. Nowadays I am busy almost every night with this laptop till the wee hours in the morning. When I shut it down, it makes the unique knocking sound that I had been hearing even before I bought this computer.

Now I know for certain what I had been hearing during those wee hours in the morning long before I met this notebook ..... it was this notebook making those weird sounds while shutting down somewhere. Probably this notebook knew I was going to own it.

The time to have this occurrence on record is lagging way behind my notebook which went ahead of its time!

The Hair Strand
This paranormal episode occurred in 2002. It is not a very long story, but very extraordinary and challenges every sort of explanation. I do not know of any reason for the occurrence except the circumstance during the time frame that it happened.

I had a favorite reference book which I occasionally would read during spare time. I had pulled it out from the shelf one night and opened it to the page that I wanted. To my surprise, a long strand of thin dark brown, presumably woman's hair was on the page. I picked it up and held it between my fingers, wondering whose hair it was. I was intently examining it when it suddenly disintegrated slowly like hair being burned by a match beginning from its tip. But unlike burning hair which produces smelly smoke, this hair strand disintegrated into extremely fine particles which formed a thin streak in mid air. It produced no smell. The very minute particles were lustrous bluish black flakes or scales resembling very finely ground mica or graphite. They reflected light while flipping and turning in mid air. The streak that was formed floated long enough in the air for me to see the particles closely, then diffused into and vanished in the atmosphere. The closest thing similar to this streak is a thin line of smoke from a cigarette. I laid the hair strand down on the page and saw it continue to disintegrate all the way to the very end of the strand. No trace of it was left on the page. It was also during these days that I had been on the internet, reading the apparitions at Lourdes, the life of Saint Bernadette and looking at her pictures, but I could not establish a direct relation of the hair strand to this.

Whoever or whatever placed the hair strand in my favorite reference book knew on what page I would be opening the book, lest I would have not found the paranormal hair. Predestined?

I submitted this true paranormal occurrence with the purpose of describing a substance that was probably sent from a life beyond. Your views, specifically on the purpose for sending the substance and the occurrence itself, are certainly welcome.

The Unknown Never Forgets
Yesterday, March 22, 2003, an incident happened which makes me so glad to know that my favorite Unknown is still with me. I had taken one of my rotary padlocks from the storage bag just before leaving for work. I was planning to use this padlock in place of the company-issued lock for the company locker. Soon after entering the work place, I dialed the company padlock and opened the locker where I kept my tools. I was going to use the padlock that I had set aside, but I could not find it in any of my pockets. I could not remember what I did to the padlock after taking it out of the storage bag at home. Well, I said, may be I left it at home and will use it some other time. But as I started work, I found out that I forgot the set of company keys which I clearly remembered I had shoved into the glove compartment of my car the night before. So I went out to get the keys in my car and as I opened the car door, there it was ... the rotary padlock was on the console right beside the transmission stick.

I want to argue with myself that I was just being forgetful even as I was writing this incident. But I remember very well that, as always, I checked that there was nothing left laying on conspicuous places in the car: dashboard, front seats, console, even on the floor before leaving the car and closing the door. If I had left the padlock on the console, I would have easily seen it and automatically put it in the right pocket of my jacket before leaving the car. So, if I had forgotten whatever I did to the rotary padlock from the time I took it out of the storage bag at home, who placed it on the console beside the transmission stick so I could easily see where it was when I returned to the car minutes later? I am very sure it wasn't I.
I thanked goodness, indeed something is still with me.

An Invisible Thief?
Another encounter with the unknown in a long time? One day during the 3rd or 4th week of August, 2003. I was replacing a failed ballast in the 15th floor of the hotel. The replacement ballast I had just installed and wired had also failed to give light. It was not compatible with the light bulbs. I did not expect a mistake of this kind so I got so frustrated and upset. The whole process had to be redone. The sun was setting when I started work and I had chosen to depend on sunlight through the window just to my right to light the job instead of using trouble light. I had lost too much time and it would soon be dark. Racing against the setting of the sun, I went 15 floors down to get the right ballast. I came back to resume work and seeing the fading sunlight, I joked and said to myself that I had to finish this wiring before Dracula comes in. Just as I began undoing the wires of the wrong ballast, I noticed that one of the yellow receptacle wires connecting to the ballast wire was missing. I was positive I had installed the ballast with all the color-coded wires, which came in pairs, properly connected. I replaced the stolen wires and the job was finished before the faint sunlight finally faded into darkness.

To this day I am still wondering what could have happened that evening. Did anybody sneak into the room and played such a dirty joke on me as stealing a yellow wire while I was gone to get the right ballast? Nobody in a good work place such as that would be that foolish. Also, the 15th floor almost always was deserted that time of the year and that hour in the evening. Moreover, nobody else but I knew I was in that room and what I was doing. So, I believe nobody sneaked in. Did something unknown take the wire? I feel and think yes. I have had quite a few similar encounters before, and this must be another one in a long time. The hairs in my arms and neck were rising as I was typing this incident.

A Little Something From The Unknown
November 03, 2003. Early this morning shortly before 5:00, I awoke from sleep for no reason. When this happens, I would usually go to the bathroom. I turn off all the lights before going to bed at night, so my whole room was in complete darkness, except for diffused faint street light. I sat on the edge of the bed and as I was putting on my slippers, I saw a little white thing, outstanding in the dark on the floor. I thought it was a little piece of white paper. It was not of any significance, so I went to the bathroom. On coming back to bed, I picked up the little white thing in the dark. It wasn't a piece of paper. It felt like a little piece of foam. I switched on my desk lamp and I was right, it was a little piece of foam used for packing. It had the outline of the head of a hawk or eagle (like the logo of the U. S. mail) but its shape as a whole was too odd and meaningless for me to comprehend.

It was very strange, because I would have seen this little piece of foam on the floor before I laid down to sleep that night. I live alone in an apartment. There is only one entrance/exit door with barrel bolt inside. I am positive I have never done anything recently which involved foam packing. In short, I do not know how the little piece of white foam got there. It came from somewhere! This is the only occurrence which left a little something. It will be in my keeping until I find out it is in fact insignificant!

Another Encounter With The Unknown
Today, May 10, 2004 and last week. The paranormal, ghosts, haunting and related stories have become my favorite reading materials. While I take interest in these stories, I was skeptical and could not believe in many of them. I thought stories about objects being moved from one place to another, or things being thrown across by some unseen force were just inventions of some writers. Now I believe. I witnessed something similar just this afternoon and one day last week. I was doing electrical installation in my car when something impossible to explain happened just this afternoon. Having finished installing a device under the console, I was reinstalling the console when I heard something metallic fly off inside near its rear. I did not want anything improperly installed, so I decided to check. There was nothing there that would fly off. I looked around the little space at the console's end, there was not a piece of metal that flew off. So I went on and the whole installation was about finished but for one screw at the front end corner of the console on the passenger side. I inserted the last screw into the hole but discovered the clip fastener was missing. I was thinking it might have been dislodged off the bracket when I unscrewed the console. But this was impossible to happen; if it did, it would not have escaped my attention. Also, if it fell into the tight crevices in the dashboard support, it would be extremely laborious to retrieve it, so I decided to find and buy a replacement clip the next day. But just as I picked up the last tool to stow away, there it was, the clip was right on the floor at the passenger side. In bewilderment, I just kept asking myself repeatedly how the clip fastened to the dashboard support for the front end corner of the console could fly off when I was reinstalling its rear end and its front end had not even touched the support yet! Impossible! But it happened! As though someone had yanked the clip fastener off the support and threw it on the floor! One day last week another little inexplicable incident happened; in my car also; also at the right side of the console. I was about to insert one relay into the relay panel in the console. The relay accidentally slipped off my fingers and dropped a distance of about two inches on to the adjustment lever of the passenger seat. I heard it hit the adjustment lever, then it disappeared. I desperately searched probably more than half an hour for the relay on the passenger side floor, under the seat, anywhere else it could have landed. The relay vanished! Very upset and frustrated, I gave up searching and was getting ready to leave the car to find and buy a replacement relay when I saw the missing relay on the driver's side floor next to my right foot beside the console. It was good I did not step on it. One of its pins was bent. Up to this writing, I cannot explain how something very light in weight and dropping only about two inches on a non spring rod could fly up clear an obstruction (the console) about 12 inches high and land on the floor on the other side of the obstruction (driver's side)! This event does not conform to the laws of physics and gravity! But then again, it truly happened!

How Can I Ignore And Trash The Unknown?
I have witnessed several incredible paranormal occurrences. They continue to the present time and I can't describe enough how bewildered I am each time they occurred. However, I still do not know what is in these occurrences for me. Not knowing the why and the what for, my indifference and loss of interest in them have begun to set in. But how can I completely ignore these occurrences if they are so bewildering! On May 22, 2004, I had just installed a new lock to a damaged door. To complete the job, the plywood skin at the bottom of the door which had peeled off the frame had to be glued back on. I applied some glue, but the plywood skin stubbornly kept prying off. I was able to hold down the skin at the corner of the door with a clamp but not along the width; there was not enough space between the bottom edge of the door and the floor for the clamp. So it needed to be tacked in with at least three finishing nails. In this work place, we buy materials as needed and do not stock supplies such as nails, so I did not know where to find the nails that I needed as I entered the shop. There was a plastic bin about half filled with wall (sheet rock) nails which looked like newly bought. They may have been an excess or left over from a recent wall repair job. I was mumbling to myself I'd be lucky if I find three finishing nails in this bin of wall nails. So I grabbed the wall nails in the bin two or three times, laid and spread them on the table and started searching for luck! And luck there was! I picked one piece of finishing nail after another three times during the search! I was thankful and said I was glad you are with me again! I set aside the three finishing nails, then grabbed the wall nails on the table and returned them into the bin may be two or three times. I went back to the job with the three precious finishing nails and nailed the stubborn plywood skin. However, the minute I removed the clamp from the corner of the door, the plywood skin would still pry itself off, glue and all! So I needed one more finishing nail for the corner which was about 4 or 5 inches away from one of the three nails I had just hammered in. I was already talking to myself where I would find this last piece of finishing nail as I again went downstairs and entered the shop. I was sure the three nails I was so lucky to find after searching the first time were all there was among the wall nails. So I said, you have to give me this one last nail if you are really with me! Again I started grabbing the wall nails in the bin. After two or three times doing this, the bin was almost empty but for a few pieces of wall nails. As my fingers grasped these remaining wall nails, there it was, one lonely, last finishing nail was between my fingers! I could not believe this incredible episode! I was thankful and really bewildered (again), but had to go back to the door and finish the job.

To this writing I am still trying hard to convince myself that this incident is nothing out of the ordinary. However I have yet to answer some questions lingering in my mind to do so. Why is it that there were exactly 3 nails when I was looking for 3 nails that I needed the first time? Where did these three nails come from? Why were there no other kinds of nails in the bin? If there had been, this would have meant that the bin contained all sorts of left over nails thrown into it - a very common way hardware materials, particularly nails, are kept in any residential or commercial maintenance shops and therefore, the presence of the finishing nails would leave nothing to ponder over. What about the last, lonely finishing nail that I desperately needed to complete the job? Could it be that I did not look hard enough in the bin the first time I searched? Why didn't it appear the first time? And here again, why were there 4 finishing nails in the bin, exactly what the door needed, and not 0 or 5 or more? Lastly, if the wall nails that were in the bin were newly bought, what is the probability that 4 finishing nails would be mixed with them at the time that they were bought and sacked at the hardware store? Wouldn't it be perhaps 1 in 4 million or more? What answers to these questions will convince me that this episode can be nailed as nothing but an uneventful coincidence? Please email me some answers. It will help clear uncertainties and anxiety. So, how can I ignore and trash this incident and the Unknown?

Another Paranormal Occurrence
June 7, 2004. It was my last day off from work. After my leisure at my favorite park I drove into a car wash to bath my car, so to speak. The place was practically empty except for the other two drivers busy washing their vehicles. After washing, I did not move my car out of the washing shed to do the rubbing and shinning because I knew the car wash would not be busy, being a work day. It was around past 3 p.m. and there was no other customer in line to use the same washing shed after me. Having done some thorough rubbing, the outside of the car now clean and shinny, I went inside, sat on the driver's seat and started dusting with damp cleaning cloth. I left the car door half open and as I was cleaning the top of the dash board, the wind got stronger and pushed the car door ramming against the corner of the concrete post. Mind you that the corner of this concrete post was sharp. Anything that bumps into it will surely get hurt! I felt the car shake from the impact and heard the hard thud of the door against the post. I immediately began sweating from the thought of the damage that must be taken care of. Already I was very upset and depressed, cursing and swearing, *@ ~ #$ ( as I got out of the car to look at the damage. Lo and behold ..... no dent, no scratch, nothing! The door was as perfect as it had always been!

As always, I was bewildered by this incident. I was in deep thoughts again that this is another paranormal occurrence. I was about to enter the car to continue cleaning when I noticed a white misty spot on the clear front wind shield. Thinking it was a wax spot that I might have missed during the rubbing, I rubbed damp cloth on it right away. It wouldn't rub off easily and when it finally did, it appeared again. It was harder to rub off after it had reappeared. It was weird because there was nothing in the car or in the washing shed that could have caused this spot. It was about the size of a laurel leaf; oblong, round at the bottom and pointed at the tip. Knowing that this was paranormal, I should have tried to feel the temperature on that spot with my finger tip. At that instant, I did not think fast enough, although I could tell it would have been a biting freezing temperature, i.e., from the ghost stories that I have been reading. My guess is it was sub-zero frozen dust on a clear glass. However, if it was, then the damp cloth would have stuck on the spot because of the moisture in it freezing against the glass and there would have been some trace of water as it reached the ambient temperature. But no, there was nothing like that; no water, not even from the damp cloth! No trace of the substance was left anywhere. It simply disappeared like a smudge on a mirror. The spot looked like a very thin spray of misty white paint on clear glass. I have never seen this kind of substance before.

What Is This All About? Anybody?
This story is about a little incident which requires a world of explanation. It happened on September 11, 2004, probably around midnight, after I had finished working on my laptop. I have a desk lamp, specifically, a drafting or architect's lamp. In this lamp, the lamp shade is attached to the end of an adjustable lever. The electric cord runs from the plug at the lamp base through inside the entire length of this lever. At the end of this lever the electric cord comes out in a loop in the shape of a roller coaster and then enters the lamp shade where it connects to the bulb receptacle. This loop has an important role in this story.

Being far-sighted I wear an eye glass with a cord. I only use this eye glass for reading and close work, then conveniently drop it with the cord hanging around my neck, whenever I'm through using it. Believe me I would have lost dozens of reading glasses had it not been for this cord around my neck! At home when I am through with the computer, I would switch off the laptop and hang the eye glass cord around the loop so that it
suspends on the side of the lever ..... just like you were hanging on the side of your horse with your two hands tied together and your arms wrapped
around the saddle (this is hard if not impossible to do, but helps in visualization). Hanged this usual way, the cord can easily be lifted off the loop when I need to use the eye glass; just as you would easily get your arms off the saddle. My room gets dark with the laptop monitor off and things on my desk are hardly visible from the street lighting. This particular night, as usual, I inadvertently hanged my eye glass around the loop. The night would have been as uneventful as always, except in the dark, I felt and heard the eye glass cord slide on the lever and heard the glass hit the base of the lamp. This has never happened before! It was strange but I did not give it much thought. I just assumed that the eye glass had swung by the cord and hit the lever at the lamp base. Don't bother, I thought. I went to the kitchen for a bite to eat.

A very short time later, I decided to complete something in my computer files. I went back to the desk and started as usual by switching on the lamp. I needed light on the keyboard, needless to say. The next thing would be lifting off the eye glass cord hanging around the loop so I can wear the reading glasses. Lo and behold ..... the eye glass was on the base of the lamp and the cord was around the lever, not around the loop! ..... just like you were riding on the saddle with the body of the horse between your legs and your two feet tied together. How would you get off the horse
riding this way? How on earth did this thing happen? I ended up sliding the eye glass cord off through the entire length of the lever from the lamp base and over the lamp shade; just as you would get off the horse by sliding off the horse between your legs. This was not easy to do and has never happened before! I argued with and doubted myself. May be I hanged the eye glass cord over and around the lamp shade on to the lever? May be I did, but I would have known. This would have not been easy to do either; not as easy as when I hanged it! If I did this thing by magic, I surely wish I could do it again! I reenacted hanging the eye glass cord with my eyes closed several times and even moved the lever in different positions. I never missed hanging the cord around the loop just as I had been doing. I got no magic endowment and gained nothing from this reenactment but confidence that I can still trust myself. But I'm still asking, how did this thing happen? If something did it, it was bewilderingly, incredibly done!

So, what is this all about? Anybody?

A Fairy Godmother Tale?
This true, bewildering incident occurred very recently (June 4?, 2006). Who says fairy tales are only a Disney fantasy? You will find out it isn't!

I had been busy exchanging emails about the unseen beings such as fairies, little people, piskies, etc., during a few days with a paranormal
website correspondent. After sending her an email that night, still about the subject, I started to get some sleep. On closing my eyes, chaotic visions in color, flashed like TV commercials in the darkness behind my eyelids. I opened my eyes, the visions disappeared of course, and wondered what the heck was going on! I had to go to the bathroom, only a few steps behind my bedroom, but the darkness seemed to be so creepy and freaky I had to turn on the lights. Weird! Darkness, even the black of night, never bothered me anywhere. I turn on lights only when necessary. I do get spooked (hair rising) by darkness but only after reading some paranormal stories in the internet late at night. However, this would last only for a very short while, then I am back to being a superman in the middle of the dark. Not this particular night, though. I seemed "scared" of darkness the minute I switched off the lamp; and it lingered. I went back to bed.

On closing my eyes, chaotic colored visions again started flashing in the darkness behind my eyelids. I knew there was nothing I could do, so I did not open my eyes this time. I just let the chaotic visions flash like fast-paced TV popups. Then a clear vision appeared. It was an Image Preview. It looked so real as though I were in front of my computer! In this Image Preview, on the top right corner was an image of a woman, all in light bluish gray. The image was from her feet up to about the middle of her thighs only: about 1/3 of her! She was wearing a wide skirt which covered a few inches down her knees on up. Well, she looked like an old lady to me, somewhat heavy. My mind was telling me she was something like the Fairy Godmother in Cinderella (a movie about a fairy story). I opened my eyes. It was unusually quiet. My fear of darkness was no more. Nothing else but a good night's sleep followed. In the morning, I went to the lake where I immediately wrote down this incident and a little later, drew an
e-painting of the vision.

Two days prior to this vision, I discovered that the first and only copy of my guitar recordings on a cassette tape had been tampered with in a most
incredible, bizarre manner. I had not run the tape for about a week, so there was no way of knowing exactly when this tampering was done. My first suspicion was burglary and theft. However, I live alone and nobody but I knew about this cassette tape. Even so, I kept the tape in a secret box in a padlocked closet, in case somebody did get interested and intended to steal it. The apartment had its door lock and an additional hardened steel padlock. I had the only keys to these locks. It would take a professional locksmith to unlock this door and the closet. Assuming the door had been unlocked, the burglar/thief would have to ransack the entire apartment to quickly search for the tape. There had been no sign or evidence of ransacking. Therefore the burglary and tampering on the tape could not have been done by anything human.

The vision of the lady was a strong indication for me to conclude that the burglary and tampering were not an ordinary incident. I believe it was paranormal and/or supernatural. The vision was perhaps the signature of the lady, telling me that she, not any human, had done the burglary and incredible tampering. I consider this the lady's mischief but she certainly was so wonderful as to let her identity be known. Probably, she also did not want me to go nuts suspecting everyone and fussing around to catch the intrusive suspects. The fact that this incident occurred at the time when my mind had been busy with the writings about unseen beings, i.e., angels, fairies, little people, pixies and the like, who can tell if this occurrence was not only paranormal and/or supernatural but a fairy tale! So, I call the old lady the "Fairy Godmother". I will remember her and her mischief! It's just too bad I had reused the tampered tape before I saw the vision. I could have kept it as a souvenir of the Fairy Godmother and her mischief!

The lady left me with an intricate puzzle: Why did she show me only about 1/3 of her?

I hope you liked this suspect fairy tale story for a change! Anyone who has any other plausible explanation to this occurrence is welcome to email me ASAP.

If interested in seeing my e-painting of the vision as exactly as I saw it, you can request for an attachment via my email address:

All The Lonely People, Where Do They All Belong?
I highlighted the date of this occurrence on the calendar, June 21, 2006. It shall live in my memory files forever.

Almost my entire life, I have been living alone. Many of us living in this building are pretty much the same way. No wonder we flock together in the lobby once in a while! For personal reasons known only to each one of us, the absence of family or companion is noticeable. Family phone calls, and nothing more, perhaps make others among us better, or a little bit different than my next door neighbor or me. So, it is very obvious, most of us take care of ourselves (reminds me of Paul McCartney's song, All The Lonely People, if you are familiar with the Beatles). Where do people like us belong? I guess it doesn't really matter to most, if not all, of us. Life goes on as normally as yours, with the exception of course, of the people
who care for you (if you have any)!

I chose not to have air conditioning in my apartment. Good air circulation is all that is needed for comfort on this North side of the building, both during the cold and hot seasons. Weeks before June 21st, I had removed every thing on the bed except a thin bed sheet (white with brown and tan stripes of varying widths) and two pillows. I had always been sleeping comfortably this way until waking time in the morning. Occasionally but not regularly, the cool temperature towards the morning hours (3 or 4 a.m.) would awaken me. When this happens, I would get up, get a light blanket in the closet, back to bed, cover myself with the blanket, then back to sweet sleep until waking time. Nothing to it, nothing extraordinary, nothing eventful, you might even say boring. But wait! On June 21st, something I have no explanation for happened. I woke up under the cover of the thin bed sheet that morning. I know beyond the slightest doubt I never woke up for any reason at any time between the time I laid on bed that night until I woke up that morning. Bewildering, extraordinary, incredible! So, All The Lonely People, where do we all belong? Good song; unwitting, enchanted question!

Who Can Split A Glass Mug In Two?
10:30 pm August 5, 2006. My favorite glass beer mug broke into two pieces while I was filling it up to the brim with ice cold water. I saw the whole thing happen. The part of the glass mug with the handle was in my hand and the part which broke off fell on the floor and with it, all the ice cold
water that was in the mug. On examining the two broken pieces, it looks as if the glass mug did not break but split into two clean pieces along its height. There are no jagged edges on either of the two pieces. As a matter of fact the two pieces can be put back together if there is a suitable glue. I have searched and theorized every possible natural cause. I found none. If anyone can duplicate splitting a glass mug like this, then scientific explanation is acceptable. If not, then there is no explanation to this incident. I have decided not to trash but keep this broken glass mug as souvenir of this unexplained incident.

If anyone can split a glass beer mug into two clean pieces along its height without using any tool or equipment, please email me at your earliest convenience. I intend and am trying to confirm that this incident is not paranormal. We can make a deal for your reward.

The story below is not my own paranormal experience, but I think it is strongly relevant and I found it really interesting and worth the adaptation.

Fairy Legend of Land's End, Cornwall, England
(My story adaptation, August, 2004)

This is one of the legends of Cornwall (the land of enchantments), England. Cornwall is a piece of land about the size of Cleveland, Ohio at the Western tip of England in the South. The story took place about two centuries ago very near the very tip by the sea of Cornwall in the West, appropriately named Land's End.

A man, William Noy, was traveling on horseback one moonlit night from St. Buryan to his home farm at Baranhual. The coastal road between these two places passed by Selena, a farm before Baranhual and on that night, William took a short cut route at Selena instead of the usual coastal road. He had to force his terrified horse to traverse on to the Selena Moor, a desolate wilderness of marsh, wild undergrowth, bogs and granite outcrops and soon he had discovered himself lost in an unknown, dark and deserted forest. Suddenly myriads of candles glimmered through the trees everywhere in the forest and with this was a sound of music. His horse had become frantically wild from terror, so he finally decided to let it go, anxious and hoping at the same time that the animal could bring much needed help. In bewilderment, he proceeded alone through the forest and in the clearing came upon an orchard which opened into a meadow. On this meadow was an old house and a girl in white dress was by the entry door, playing a fiddle.

On the greens in the forest, William noticed hundreds of small people whirling, gyrating and dancing in unison at the giddy pace of the girl's music while many others seated around rows of miniature tables were feasting and drinking. Amazed and enticed by this merry making, he was about to join in the dance when the girl in white dress threw a warning glance at him. As the girl approached him, he recognized her: Grace Hutchens, his sweetheart from the Selena farm. She had been dead for three years, buried at the St. Buryan churchyard.

Overwhelmed with joy, William made a move to kiss her but Grace shoved him away, explaining that he should not touch anything in the forest for they were all enchanted. She told him how she had gotten lost at sunset at the same moor where he had taken a short cut. One of her goats had gone astray and she was looking for it when she heard his voice nearby, calling his dogs. Searching for him, she had cut through the moor and got confused and lost amidst the wilderness of bogs and streams. She had sunk in the head high bracken trying to reach him. Exhausted, she came upon the orchard and the meadow, beyond which was a garden filled with roses, surrounded by trees, and there was a sound of music. She had eaten a sweet plum from the orchard, slept in the garden and from then on there was no way out of this enchanted place for her. She awoke surrounded by hundreds of the small people who had stolen her (exactly as William sees her now) and had left behind her changeling body which was soon found by her town friends and which they (including William) later buried at the St. Buryan churchyard.

Grace went on to say that the small people have babies of their own, but extremely few and very precious to them. The small people are thousands of years old, even before the Christ, and had worshipped the stars while still in their human form. She said that they had rejoiced on having her in the place because they now have her to take care of them and their baby changelings (from dead human babies). The babies are nourished with milk from goats which the small people disguised as billy goats would lure into the garden.

William did not like this kind of existence and wanted to escape and take Grace with him. He knew this was a spell and had knowledge that a spell such as this could be broken by turning his garment inside out. He did exactly this in a flash. Just as quickly, everything around him changed. Grace, together with the hundreds of small people vanished. The house became a ruin. The orchard turned into bogs and bracken stream and the garden into wilderness of thicket of thorns and brambles which buried the ruins of the house. Then he was struck by a mysterious lightning and fell unconscious.

After searching three days and three nights, William's friends found his horse by which he eventually was also rescued. Found sound asleep in the ruins of a house underneath some almost impenetrable and massive thicket of thorns and brambles, he was awaken without sense of time and place. Although he had not lost recognition of his friends, he was retrospectively confused and had plenty of questions about this puzzling event before him. His friends brought him home. Much later on, he finally recovered himself and was able to recall and tell the story of the bewildering events from the time he left St. Buryan to the mysterious lightning which fell him on the exact spot where he was rescued. He went on with his life and persisted in his desperate search for Grace in the wilderness of the moor until he finally languished and passed away. His body was buried alongside Grace's grave at the St. Buryan churchyard. It is believed that he had joined Grace in the enchanted land.

Enchanty
August, 2006

A Haunting in Jackson
By Paul Dale Roberts
This is my first time experiencing a true paranormal investigation. Call us ghost hunters, ghost busters, ghost tracers, but to be more formal, we can be called paranormal investigators. The outfit is called H.P.I. (Haunted and Paranormal Investigations) of Northern California. The president is the lovely Shannon McCabe. Shannon is a unique individual that also is a vocalist and is involved with vocal lessons, recording, band management and bookings, event planning, floral design and has a website at www.SnMPProductionsCo.com or www.MySpace.com/SnMProductionsCo. This talented woman also seeks the truth of hauntings and maintains a skeptical mind on all events that are witnessed by her outfit H.P.I.   She seeks a scientific explanation, or when all scientific possibilities are eliminated, it leaves only one answer. The paranormal. January 20, 2007, Saturday, I found myself arriving at The National Hotel, 2 Water Street, Jackson, CA.

Roll Call for H.P.I. Investigators that don't mind having their names disclosed were: Shannon McCabe, President; Brian Colbert; Julie English; Paul Dale Roberts; Mary Casiano; Anne Temple (Spiritual/Psychic Reader); John Wachter; Jonathan Russell; Alicia; Michelle Paykel. There were 28 H.P.I. paranormal investigators and other names will be withheld for their privacy. The National Hotel in Jackson, California dates back to the 1800s. Guests of the hotels have witnessed many paranormal events. The total number of entities in the hotel have been documented to a big 30. When I arrived, their was a band playing and patrons gyrating on the dance floor to rock and roll and R&B. One of the buzzed patrons yelled out..."happy ghost hunting!" The HPI investigators were setting up video cameras in all locations of the floors of the hotel. The lap tops were turned on to analyze electronic voice phenomenon. In one recording you could distinctly hear a female voice say the word 'chill'.   I became familiar with a Gauss aka E.M.F. (electro magnetic field reader). Brian Colbert, another paranormal investigator briefed me on a Tempgun, which detects the influx of temperature. Very good in reading 'cold spots'. When the band and patrons left, the lights went out and the investigators had access to more rooms. In one room called The Bordello, I felt a thickness in the air. When leaving this room and returning perhaps an hour later, the thickness was gone. Armed with my digital camera, I took pictures of various areas of the hotel. The method is to take two pictures of each area, so there is no misinterpretation of the picture taken. The spirits must have been attracted to Julie English. She took many photos with her digital camera and picked up many 'orbs' in her photographs. Julie English at 1:52am took a photograph of a bath towel in Room 55 and an orb appeared in the photo. She snapped another photo of the bed in Room 55 and another orb appeared. I snapped photos of the same areas and no orbs appeared on my photographs. One unsubstantiated claim was that intuitive Anne Temple claimed that a little girl made her presence known and followed John Wachter. During this incident an electronic magnetic field monitor device was used and witnessed by Michelle Paykel. The little ghostly spirit of the girl that followed John Wachter whispered 'Cindy'. Some of the patrons of the bar were curious on what H.P.I. was doing and one patron, name unknown claimed he was a psychic and claimed an angry man entity was walking up and down the hallway and that he was angry. This entity was mumbling gibberish and was completely incoherent. The psychic patron claimed this was a troubled spirit. Anne Temple followed up to say that he smoked a cigar and that he was yelling 'get out'. The patron psychic said he was 5' 10", average aged man with an ethnic background. Observing the patron psychic, I detected that he was somewhat intoxicated. There was a time he was glass eyed and standing up against the wall. Shannon McCabe asked him...'what's wrong?' He later told me that he receives headaches when there are too many ghosts around. One of the investigators asked him to leave, because we felt he was hindering on our investigations.

Shannon McCabe showed me around to various rooms. She is a seasoned investigator and as we sat in the dark, she would entice the spirit to show itself. While Shannon was trying to detect any Electronic Voice Phenomenon, any kind of noises that were being made, she would make the comment..."someone's footsteps are being heard" or "Paul coughing", so there is no confusion on what those noises are. Shannon enticed a spirit named "Jeffrey" and I snapped one photo over the bed area and captured 2 orbs on my camera. I snapped again, in the same direction of the orbs and there were no more orbs present in the 2nd photo. This was in Room 52 of the hotel. One of the lady workers of the hotel related all kinds of ghost stories to us. She told us how a crashed echoed throughout the hotel, sounding like broken glass or broken wood and when walking into the room where the sound came from, they found no broken glass or wood. She explained that rooms with many sightings, were rooms 61, 47 and 45. One room, a cowboy male ghost is seen and that this ghost once told a little girl with a video camera...'run bitch!'   Shannon and about 4 other paranormal investigators sat in that room, trying to entice the cowboy ghost. We had no results in this room. I later sat in this room by myself and felt no presence. I even dared to sit in dark closets by myself and even investigated the attic and no results. One unidentified woman paranormal investigator took a photo and got a misty white cloud on her digital photo. Michelle Paykel took a digital photo and a white blob appeared on the staircase digital photo. At 4:20am, more digital photos were taken in Room 60 and orbs appeared on the photographs. The final story for this evening occurred in Room 47, the infamous Bordello Room with it's lavish provocative maroon decor and mirrors. This story is related to me by Mary Casiano, Jonathan Russell and Anne Temple, the Spiritual Reader of www.Bluepantherspirit.com/   They witnessed or experienced everything from a poke in the neck, whispering, hair pulling, tugging on hair, a touch or brushing of the face, hands feeling cold, hair pushed back. Jonathan Russell claims he was sitting on a chair and felt a pressure on his lap and even felt like he was being groped. I went into the Bordello Room by myself and sat in the same chair as Jonathan. I sat in there for a good 20 minutes and experienced nothing. The only thing I experienced in this room, was earlier in the evening, I felt a thickness in the air. Overall this was a fun learning experience and I hope our next investigation into a haunting will produce some exciting results. All digital photographs and Electronic Voice Phenomenon will be analyzed. The results are pending. For anyone interested in this field! Like the patron told me...."Happy Ghost Hunting!"

My name is Brian. I am now 15 years old, but when i was 11, my family moved into a 3 story house in Tire Hill, PA. It was one of the original boarding houses built during American reconstruction. That's at least what they said, I have never really looked into that.

Anyway, as soon as we got there to unpack, I raced up to find my bedroom. I was the oldest child, so I was promised first pick. I have an older brother Greg, but he lived in an apartment in New Jersey. The room that immediately caught my eye was a room right in the corner of the house, the Southwest corner. The way the door hung the hinges, the nuances of the paint, the dilapidated door frame, it seemed to beckon me in. I foolishly told my parents this was the room I wanted.

Now I'm going to skip ahead a little. We had been living in the house for four 4 months, and everything went fine. One day I went to take a shower. I opened to the door to the bathroom that was attached to my room and stepped over the wood (we had been remodeling it) to the shower. I turned on the water, and it seemed really hot, I don't know why, I turned the handle all the way to cold, but it still ran as hot as molten rock. it started to steam up the bathroom. I decided I would go down and get my dad, because he was sort of the handyman, although my older brother would drive over a lot to help.

I was making my way to the door, when the lights started browning out. Now I would love to say how I just shrugged it off and left anyway, with no fear, but I am a pretty big wuss. I froze with fear as I always do when I am alone in a room that is dark. The lights then shut off.

I covered my head with the towel and sat in the middle of the floor, but the bathroom had different wings and such, so it was a large bathroom, and i was so scared I was completely disoriented. I peeked one eye out of my towel, and in the distance of the wing with the toilet, which was about 12 feet away from my current position, I saw three blue lights, about the size of a quarter, in a perfect array slowly start floating towards me. By now, I was extremely freaked out. I didn't know what to do. I was afraid t scream, because what would have happened if i didn't. What if nobody heard me scream, what if the phenomena got worse because i screamed. I figured the thing might have not even seen me, so i wouldn't want to alert it to my presence.

What happened next will truly haunt me until the day i die: The room lit up, but it wasn't with electrical lighting, or candles or any type of light I had ever seen before. It was a mellow white light, with a yellow-ish hue, and it seemed very milky. It was being engulfed in cotton. I couldn't really make out the bathroom features, just those three blue lights, which kept getting closer. I heard three distinct sounds, in a sort of rhythm. An exhalation, a floorboard creak, and a spring sound sort of like aluminum being waved around. They kept repeating themselves, like footsteps. Then my heart literally stopped. I heard a shrill ear piercing scream from right behind me, and I could feel the cold breath on my neck, it was so close.

The air reeked of decay, and I felt a stinging pain in both of my hands. I brought them to my face, and they were lacerated from left to right, blood was pouring out. I was so scared now I wet myself, and started crying, I closed my eyes so tight they bled, and then I heard an electrical zap. I opened my eyes and the bathroom was lit up again in a normal light, all the sounds and the strange figures were terminated, everything was normal. I almost laughed as I bolted out of the bathroom. I did notice though, that the shower had stopped running. When I had got down to the kitchen door, I looked at my hands, they were fine, no signs of scars or anything. My pants weren't wet either. later that day, my mom told us we had to move out of the house for financial reasons. We had to be out of there in a week. I was so happy. We were going to a house they found in NYC. My brother was to help us move, I came up with an excuse to stay with him during the week. My parents let me! I never had to spend another night- or shower in that house again.