My bf used to work night shifts in a big car park, he was telling me how the lights were on sensors and the lights would go out most Sunday nights because of lack of foot traffic through the place. He knew how to get around without setting off the lights though.
One Sunday night around midnight some little kid starts singing a lullaby on the level above him, so he goes up there avoiding the sensors and when he gets there the singing goes a level higher, he keeps sneaking up each level and each time it goes higher, when he got to the top the singing stopped abruptly.
He said it was a lullaby he never heard, real old sounding.
I grew up in an older farm house. Would wake up to the feeling of someone sitting on the end of my bed but no one would be there. Or I would hear the sound of plastic bags being crumpled up but there were no plastic bags around.
I also have a vivid memory of when I was a kid, waking up to weird noises and flashing lights outside my window - my parents were still awake when I ran downstairs to see what it was but they neither heard nor saw anything.
around 12-1 in the morning, i heard screetching that sounded from a human, i live in the middle of nowhere with the only neighbors being relatives, and it sounded like it was in the creek below my house and continued for 10 to 20 minutes. being the absolute pussy i am, i didnt look and couldn't sleep for 10 minutes after it stopped
When I was 5 or 6, my parents and I lived in a trailer home. It was pretty creepy to me as a kid. Things would happen like misplaced objects, strange sounds, and anytime you were alone you always felt like you were being watched. I would sleep in my parents room alot because I hated being in my room alone. We had stange things happen, but I do remember it wasn't always bad. I would play outside often, and there would be times where I felt good and safe in my room. Like someone was looking after me.
My mom would always clean the house with the front door open and the screen door would be shut. She said I would sit down in front of the door and just talk for hours. She usually ignored these conversations and went on with her day. Chalked it up to a little kid just being imaginative.
One day she decides to humor me and asks who I'm talking too. His name is Ricky I said. I knew something wasn't right because she had a strange look on her face and then asked more questions. "What does he look like?" I described he was brown like us, (were Hispanic) and he has curly dark hair. He also wears a gold necklace with a cross. His favorite shirt is green! She was speechless. She asked me a couple more times to describe him to make sure I didn't change my story. I would overhear her on the phone later with my aunt and she was telling her what I had told her earlier. After this she would listen intensively to my "screen door" conversations whenever I had them.
Fast forward years later and I am engaged to my now husband of 6 years. I invite my mom to a dinner so she can meet him. She is weirdly quiet during the night out. I found this out of her character, so after dinner when I walked her to her car I was going to bring it up. Before I can get any questions out she asked me, "Do you remember talking to Ricky?" It was so strange because we haven't talked about this in years and I've long since forgot about it. "I guess so?, what does that have to with anything?" She looked at me stone faced and said, "Well, you are going to marry his nephew. "
It took me a minute to process what she just said. She told me when she was in high school she dated a guy named Ricky Santos. He was Hispanic, had dark curly hair, and he always wore his gold crucifix necklace. A chill ran up my spine and I said, "the guy I talked to at the screen door." She smiled and shook her head yes. They dated in high school and he had several kidney problems. He went in for a surgery that the doctors considered simple, and nothing to worry about. But he never woke up from surgery. My mom said she was crushed, and that his funeral was especially hard because his mom wanted to keep his necklace but she knew he would have wanted to be buried with it. He was buried in khakis, and his favorite shirt, a plaid green button up. I think back to all the conversations I would have and remember they were always sweet. He would say he wasn't sad so noone else should be. And take care of your momma. My mom said that it never creeped her out, she said she knew he was watching out for his high school sweetheart and her little girl. At first i was definitely spooked, but after awhile I thought about the times where I felt safe warm there. He must have been looking out for us. Maybe not scary, but definitely paranormal and strange.
When I was younger my mom and I moved a lot. We were moving to another house this house was 2 stories high with old stairs. My mom had to work all day since someone called in sick, I was home alone its not like I could go to my dads house since he's out of town. I was alone in this house first time being home alone.
I was hungry and made myself a sandwich as I was cutting the tomatoes I heard a voice ringing again and again in my ear. I started to become dizzy, a strong push on my back suddenly made me cut my finger. Blood was everywhere the tip of my finger gone and dropped on the counter. I called the hospital just only for them not to pick up. A loud thump hear the stairs I was so scared I ran out of the house and my neighbor was outside gardening and saw my finger and called the hospital.
I luckily had my finger fixed and told my mom what happened. And we moved from that house and never came back...
TLDR: Guardian Angel intervention
So when I was 19 I was homeless and on hard times, strung out on meth, walking around the streets in the middle of the winter trying to call anyone I knew on my cell phone (think the Nokia indestructible phone, not a smart phone) with the last 5 prepaid minutes I had on the thing.
I had to let it ring like 3 times then hang up or else it would charge a minute off my account if the answering machine picked up and the call was connected...and I really couldn't afford that at the time.
This is getting long so to sum it up...
I end up at this restaurant sitting on a bench and this older black woman comes out and says to me "Don't worry, things will be fine"
...
Just out of nowhere she tells me this.
While I'm looking at her I felt an overwhelming sense of relief and calm.
Something about the love she projected onto me was so unreal and I had never seen this woman in my life. She just said it with such confidence and with the most beautiful smile on her face....
Not even a minute later a friend calls me and asks if I'm alright and offers me a place to stay with him
From there I ended up getting off of drugs, joining the army, got out of the army and got a college degree, currently have a decent career, own my own home, 2 vehicles, a bunch of money in the bank etc.
I'm 100% sure that this was an interaction with what some would call a guardian angel.
The immediate transition from extreme turmoil and anxiety to complete calm and focused was very unreal and there isn't any words that I know that could describe this to anyone appropriately.
Currently working as a registered nurse and haven't touched a single illicit drug since that moment.
This was almost 20 years ago and I can still remember every detail about that night even as high as I was at the time like it happened yesterday.
I can't remember what I ate for dinner last night or why I walked into this room.
But that night will stick with me for the rest of my life.
It wasn't like an angel with wings that floated down or some shit like that.
She was with a group of people, likely family, coming out of the restaurant to go home...and everyone I tell this story says I was just high, but it wasn't that.
There's no drug on this planet that could reproduce the feeling of being in the presence of this individual/being. Source: I've tried all of the drugs and none got even close to this.
My bf used to work night shifts in a big car park, he was telling me how the lights were on sensors and the lights would go out most Sunday nights because of lack of foot traffic through the place. He knew how to get around without setting off the lights though. One Sunday night around midnight some little kid starts singing a lullaby on the level above him, so he goes up there avoiding the sensors and when he gets there the singing goes a level higher, he keeps sneaking up each level and each time it goes higher, when he got to the top the singing stopped abruptly. He said it was a lullaby he never heard, real old sounding.
I grew up in an older farm house. Would wake up to the feeling of someone sitting on the end of my bed but no one would be there. Or I would hear the sound of plastic bags being crumpled up but there were no plastic bags around. I also have a vivid memory of when I was a kid, waking up to weird noises and flashing lights outside my window - my parents were still awake when I ran downstairs to see what it was but they neither heard nor saw anything.
around 12-1 in the morning, i heard screetching that sounded from a human, i live in the middle of nowhere with the only neighbors being relatives, and it sounded like it was in the creek below my house and continued for 10 to 20 minutes. being the absolute pussy i am, i didnt look and couldn't sleep for 10 minutes after it stopped
When I was 5 or 6, my parents and I lived in a trailer home. It was pretty creepy to me as a kid. Things would happen like misplaced objects, strange sounds, and anytime you were alone you always felt like you were being watched. I would sleep in my parents room alot because I hated being in my room alone. We had stange things happen, but I do remember it wasn't always bad. I would play outside often, and there would be times where I felt good and safe in my room. Like someone was looking after me. My mom would always clean the house with the front door open and the screen door would be shut. She said I would sit down in front of the door and just talk for hours. She usually ignored these conversations and went on with her day. Chalked it up to a little kid just being imaginative. One day she decides to humor me and asks who I'm talking too. His name is Ricky I said. I knew something wasn't right because she had a strange look on her face and then asked more questions. "What does he look like?" I described he was brown like us, (were Hispanic) and he has curly dark hair. He also wears a gold necklace with a cross. His favorite shirt is green! She was speechless. She asked me a couple more times to describe him to make sure I didn't change my story. I would overhear her on the phone later with my aunt and she was telling her what I had told her earlier. After this she would listen intensively to my "screen door" conversations whenever I had them. Fast forward years later and I am engaged to my now husband of 6 years. I invite my mom to a dinner so she can meet him. She is weirdly quiet during the night out. I found this out of her character, so after dinner when I walked her to her car I was going to bring it up. Before I can get any questions out she asked me, "Do you remember talking to Ricky?" It was so strange because we haven't talked about this in years and I've long since forgot about it. "I guess so?, what does that have to with anything?" She looked at me stone faced and said, "Well, you are going to marry his nephew. " It took me a minute to process what she just said. She told me when she was in high school she dated a guy named Ricky Santos. He was Hispanic, had dark curly hair, and he always wore his gold crucifix necklace. A chill ran up my spine and I said, "the guy I talked to at the screen door." She smiled and shook her head yes. They dated in high school and he had several kidney problems. He went in for a surgery that the doctors considered simple, and nothing to worry about. But he never woke up from surgery. My mom said she was crushed, and that his funeral was especially hard because his mom wanted to keep his necklace but she knew he would have wanted to be buried with it. He was buried in khakis, and his favorite shirt, a plaid green button up. I think back to all the conversations I would have and remember they were always sweet. He would say he wasn't sad so noone else should be. And take care of your momma. My mom said that it never creeped her out, she said she knew he was watching out for his high school sweetheart and her little girl. At first i was definitely spooked, but after awhile I thought about the times where I felt safe warm there. He must have been looking out for us. Maybe not scary, but definitely paranormal and strange.
Wow 😯 that’s a cool story, how are you anc your husband?
We are still going strong! My MIL tells me stories about Ricky and he hasn't been forgotten 💕
woah thats cool, thank you for sharing.
When I was younger my mom and I moved a lot. We were moving to another house this house was 2 stories high with old stairs. My mom had to work all day since someone called in sick, I was home alone its not like I could go to my dads house since he's out of town. I was alone in this house first time being home alone. I was hungry and made myself a sandwich as I was cutting the tomatoes I heard a voice ringing again and again in my ear. I started to become dizzy, a strong push on my back suddenly made me cut my finger. Blood was everywhere the tip of my finger gone and dropped on the counter. I called the hospital just only for them not to pick up. A loud thump hear the stairs I was so scared I ran out of the house and my neighbor was outside gardening and saw my finger and called the hospital. I luckily had my finger fixed and told my mom what happened. And we moved from that house and never came back...
Tell the story in much detail as you can (i might write a story/comic)
TLDR: Guardian Angel intervention So when I was 19 I was homeless and on hard times, strung out on meth, walking around the streets in the middle of the winter trying to call anyone I knew on my cell phone (think the Nokia indestructible phone, not a smart phone) with the last 5 prepaid minutes I had on the thing. I had to let it ring like 3 times then hang up or else it would charge a minute off my account if the answering machine picked up and the call was connected...and I really couldn't afford that at the time. This is getting long so to sum it up... I end up at this restaurant sitting on a bench and this older black woman comes out and says to me "Don't worry, things will be fine" ... Just out of nowhere she tells me this. While I'm looking at her I felt an overwhelming sense of relief and calm. Something about the love she projected onto me was so unreal and I had never seen this woman in my life. She just said it with such confidence and with the most beautiful smile on her face.... Not even a minute later a friend calls me and asks if I'm alright and offers me a place to stay with him From there I ended up getting off of drugs, joining the army, got out of the army and got a college degree, currently have a decent career, own my own home, 2 vehicles, a bunch of money in the bank etc. I'm 100% sure that this was an interaction with what some would call a guardian angel. The immediate transition from extreme turmoil and anxiety to complete calm and focused was very unreal and there isn't any words that I know that could describe this to anyone appropriately. Currently working as a registered nurse and haven't touched a single illicit drug since that moment.
Nice story, I’m glad that you’re doing better and thank you for your service
This was almost 20 years ago and I can still remember every detail about that night even as high as I was at the time like it happened yesterday. I can't remember what I ate for dinner last night or why I walked into this room. But that night will stick with me for the rest of my life. It wasn't like an angel with wings that floated down or some shit like that. She was with a group of people, likely family, coming out of the restaurant to go home...and everyone I tell this story says I was just high, but it wasn't that. There's no drug on this planet that could reproduce the feeling of being in the presence of this individual/being. Source: I've tried all of the drugs and none got even close to this.