I shit you not, the scariest moment of my life is when I thought I saw the Slenderman. Turns out it was just a wierd shrub

I've been having a lot of deja vu shit as well. It's like I felt/been through several phases of my life at my age right now several times before. Once something happens, I have some sort of conscious flashback of some sort, and then I would have a weird feeling in my chest. It's been pretty weird and is still going from I can see.

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I've been having a lot of deja vu shit as well. It's like I felt/been through several phases of my life at my age right now several times before. Once something happens, I have some sort of conscious flashback of some sort, and then I would have a weird feeling in my chest. It's been pretty weird and is still going from I can see.

If I remember clearly, in Buddhist religion when we die, we reincarnate.
Maybe the deja vu is caused by our previous life.

Your bed is an old dark forgotten place

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If I remember clearly, in Buddhist religion when we die, we reincarnate.
Maybe the deja vu is caused by our previous life.

Actually no. I remember clearly from the flashbacks from dreams/imaginations from my 5-year old mind or later. If it was from my previous life, I would be seeing a different environment.

Sometimes you remember memories from your childhood.
When I was 9 I went to a Peking duck restaurant and felt like I've been there before, that night I dreamed I was invisible, and there was people sitting in a long table and at the edge there was my mother with a baby in her arms.
I asked my mother and she said I had my second birthday there, but my family never visited it again until i was 9.

Well, here's something that happened to me once, I was home alone all family members left the house to go to some party, they only had 4 tickets and I insisted they go without me (we have 5 family members, also the reason I insisted was so I can have the house all to myself) I was walking into the basement (my room) when a face shown itself in the mirror (THE ROOM WAS BRIGHT AND IT WASN'T MY FACE, My face was right next to it). Five seconds of staring at it the lights of the basement shut down with a female scream, the lights turned back on with small amounts of static noise and the second face was gone, just me was staring into the mirror now.

I heard a loud thumping noise upstairs, I went upstairs to find the self portrait of my sister on the floor along with the couch cushions torn up, I looked around and didn't find a single fingerprint on anything (I know because I used a magnifying glass). I looked around the house their was no trace of anybody not a single person in the house, I looked outside and nobody was out there, a couple cars drove by and parked in front of the houses but nothing of interest.

I looked behind me and the back door was wide open with a man standing their holding a knife, I too had my utility knife at the time and charged forward but he closed the door the second I got near and I re opened it but he was nowhere in sight, he just vanished (there are no holes in the porch so he couldn't of slipped under the porch and there is no way he could of ran away that fast)

The very next day after a nice sleep I saw the man again this time in the kitchen window, I grabbed a knife and quickly ran outside and he vanished yet again. I got tired of this and grabbed my crossbow, next time I was ready for this fuck.

He appeared this time in the same kitchen window and I had it opened, I fired the crossbow and he ducked down, I ran outside and he vanished yet again, I never saw him again nor did I ever see the bolt I fired again.

Shit, it's time to go to bed.

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I still don't know today what was in that rock but it wasn't human.

You know what was in that stone ? stone XD

I don't know if this is a ghost story (it's not), but when I was little, I dreamed that a witch toxiced me with a strange gas and I had to cough. Once I woke up, I had to cough really badly for weeks. Also, I can talk about something specific of a tv show or topic and the next day it would come up on tv. I don't know if you can call it a paranormal gift, because it's a stupid gift, but it makes me laugh.

I recommend, for those who haven't seen/heard/read about it already, to google "Slenderman". The sh** you find about that... pretty hard to wrap your head around.

I was alone, playing DotA as usual, parents and siblings asleep.

The TV is about... 2'oclock in my field of vision, and I can clearly see it. I was very consumed in my Nevermore farming when suddenly the effing TV turned on. I did NOT know how that crap happened. But it did.

I picked up the remote, stared curiously at the effing TV and shut it. Then I turned off our laptop, even quitting my Nevermore game, brushed by teeth, and ran off in my bedroom.

Pretty creepy stuff, heres my only "ghost" experience. Sorry if it's too long :p
When i was studying at the seminary, which is like a boarding school that's 100 years old, the 2nd years kept scaring us with the fact that someone died in the school. We didnt believe them at first, but then the others started talking about noises at night and black figures. I didn't believe it but one night, at the end of my first month there, i heard a faint voice crying. I thought it was some homesick guy, but then it started speaking. I couldnt believe my freakin ears. It was very faint, yet i could clearly hear it. I tried covering my ears so hard, they almost started bleeding, but i could still hear the voices. I was sweating like crazy, and after a while i ran over to tonan15's bed and slapped him awake. He opened his eyes and went back to sleep. I then realized how stupid i was acting, so i went back to bed with my Rosary. The next day i asked the Head Priest about the guy that died and said it was true and that the guy died a few years after he graduated.

lol i don't really remember when this ^ happened but i guess cuz i don't remember stuff when i wake up at night. well i only had one thing happen like that:
when I was young I went to UST, it's a prestigious university in the Phil and it's over 400 years old if i remember correctly, with my aunt because she forgot some test papers she needed to grade. it was really late then. so i accompanied her and the guard to the second floor until she got to her office and got the papers. so as we were leaving i got curious and looked around until i saw a door open a few feet ahead and things in black robes came out so I turned around and ran for my aunt and the guard. when i got out i told my aunt and some relatives but they told my it was just some fraternity. I still don't know what those things were but there are legends of ghosts in that university because it's really old and been through WW2 so they say that the spirits of soldiers and the like are there.

Well now that I have got my keyboard to work after series of battery changes and smashing it with my head, I will tell you about my tragicly lucky life.
When I was young I got kidnapped by a cult of satanists who wanted to do something with me, but they were caught by the police and I was rescued. They carved a pentagram into my stomach which dissapeared by time a few days later. After that noone could identify which blood type I was, even now. I have always had a dark side and would change personalities quickly (No, I am not schyzophrenic). My parents took me to psychiatrists and excorcists, and nobody could tell what is it with me. I would always hear footsteps and voices in the night, but I am used to it and I just embrace it. I hang out at the graveyard with my best friend every day after school (Not cos we're emo or goth, which we're not), but because it's the place I got taken to when I was kidnapped. I could always see or hear paranormal things when nobody else could. A few years ago, on a trip to Hungary, we had a car accident. My dad couldn't control the wheel and we crashed into a tree, and then fell down a hill. I saw a man standing by the tree right before we crashed. His head was nodding as if he was telling me my time has come. But nobody got hurt in the accident and we were rescued by two very nice people. When we finally stopped falling, I had a horrible stomach ache. Same one I had when I was younger. While we were in the toe-truck, I lifted my shirt up, and saw the carving was somehow visible again. I kept seeing that man on the graveyard, but when I would walk up to him, he would appear farther away from me. One time I chased him until he stopped. Then I realised it was my sub-concionse indicating me to the place where I was kidnapped, there I found peace, and all the madness stopped. I can still see and hear paranormal things, but nothing similar ever happened to me again. Now my friends and I go to the graveyard alot, so I can tell them what I see there, and I draw it. I'll post pictures of this story later. I think I have the police video.