i've had a couple experiences.
in the first one, long story short, i was about 4 years old at the time. i lived with my mom and my grandma. the only people home at the time were my grandma and myself. i was jumping on the bed. my bedroom had these windows which were rectangular and were kinda high up on the wall, rendering them the shittiest windows in the history of windows. every time i would jump, i could see my grandma outside mowing the yard. suddenly i turned around and saw a man standing in my doorway with a slight smirk on his face and an overall benevolent demeanor. he said, "you'd better stop jumping on the bed or bobbie is going to get mad at you." i have no memory of what happened after that moment. as time went on, i learned my grandma's name was bobbie, not grandma. yes, that's right, until i learned this, i'm sure i thought her driver's license said "Grandma." even further into the future, she was showing me some OLD family photos. we came upon one of her father who died in the late 1950s of a massive heart attack. as i saw that picture, my memory immediately shot back to that otherwise forgettable moment with the man standing in my doorway. it was him. swear to god. i didn't tell her about this until maybe 3 years ago because i thought she might think i'm crazy. i was also a bit afraid of her reaction since she and her dad were very close. however, when i did tell her, she was extremely fascinated by it and kept prodding me to remember more details about the incident. it seemed like for her it was an opportunity to vicariously communicate with her father after all these decades and she was far more receptive than i thought she'd be.
story number 2:
i used to date this stupid girl who had a couple stupid friends. but their stupidity is irrelevant to this story.
i guess every region has some place called "inspiration point." we have one where i'm from too. it's in shawnee national forest in southern illinois. it's a big rock protrusion situated at the top of a cliff approximately 500 feet up. it's beautiful. one night, said idiots and myself went there to hang out. we were there for probably 15 minutes without incident. then, i looked to the right of where everybody was situated and saw two lights, one red and one blue, next to the cliff but some distance from where we were. i don't know how far away or how big they were because it was pitch black out and i had no point of reference as a result. the lights were slowly rotating about as if they were attached to something. they seemed stationary as they rotated. imagine a baton with one light at each end, and someone is slowly rotating it in random directions. that's what it looked like. i inquired, "do you guys see that?" i was almost in a panic because i knew at that moment i was seeing something supernatural. nobody was responding to me. it was as if they were removed from the moment. i kept repeating, "what the hell is that? are you guys seeing this?" still, everybody remained silent. i have no explanation as to why. i also have no memory of what happened after this point. i don't remember driving home that night, and i never discussed what happened that night with any of the parties involved. the reason is simple: i had forgotten about this until about 4 years after it happened. i've also not maintained contact with the people who were with me. i know myself and i would NOT have allowed such an incident to go undiscussed. it's as if i wasn't given a choice in the matter. was it a ghost? was it extraterrestrial in nature? i have no idea. all i can say is we were affected by something that night and my memory of what happened after spotting these lights is gone.
if i were to go on C2C and talk with george about this, here is how it would go down:
me: so that's what happened. those lights creeped me out.
snoors: do you think it was an angel?
me: i have no reason to reach that conclusion.
snoors: but you're saying you can't rule it out, right?
me: i guess, but i also can't say it wasn't a frigidaire oven.
snoors: does frigidaire make ovens?
me: um, to my knowledge they do, yes.
snoors: i'm remodeling my home in LA and i think i'm going frigidaire.
me: uh, that's great, george.
snoors: thanks for the call.
(hangs up on me)
snoors: i wonder if in 2012 frigidaire will make a refrigerator that doubles as a time machine or a portal of some sort. west of the rockies, you're on the air.
caller: george, you're a highly intelligent specimen, quite possibly the second coming.
george: aw, shucks, thank you for saying that. gosh.
