by: Jessica
First I don't know if I'm posting right but here is goes. My dad had a sudden stroke on May 7, 2011. He was in a rehab facility for almost a month and was doing great until June 1, 2011 and we got a call that he had passed suddenly. Well a couple weeks after his funeral I was home alone about midnight and my dog started going nuts and growling at the wall he stopped for about 30sec and laid back down and then jumped up and looked behind us growling and then I had 3 deep breaths right behind me in my ear. It was a mean evil type of breathing. I jumped up and I promptly left my house. I didn't stay there for about a week. When I returned I left the lights on and went to bed. I awoke out of a semi sleep state to something playing with strands of my hair. Not like something on me but literally picking up strands of my hair and letting them drop. It was about 130am or so but I left asap. And didn't return until I had a friend do a spiritual cleaning on my house. She said for some readon she was drawn to my attic but there is no way to get up there. Well I haven't had anymore at my house but now at my moms, where my dad lived as well, there has been happenings. Things come up missing, coins drop out of no where and I went to his grave and there was two feathers laying on his grave. My little sister was asleep in her bed and my brothers room is right next to hers but their closets are in between their rooms and my brother was gone and she heard his closet light come on twice and back off each time. She got up and asked my mom is she was in there and she hadn't been. And this one made me cry. I don't know what it is called but I was shocked. My brother was moving a trailer on his truck and he was pulling forward and was about to back up. I was in front of his truck about 30 foot and by bro turned around to look behind and when he looked back at me it was my dad. He was in a dark shirt wearing a hat and smoking. He smiled and waved and turned back around and then it was my brother again. I had a look of shock on my face and my brother got out to ask what was wrong but I couldn't talk. My brother was wearing white shit no hat doesn't smoke and is about 150 pounds light then my dad. My dad was a big man. And so was the person I seen. And last but not least a ween ago I was getting ready to go to town and I jumped in my car and started to back up and this stron odor of cigarette smoke came over me it smelled like my dad. I looked all around and no one was around. And I certainly don't smoke so it wasn't me. Well I told my mom and she said be careful it may be a warning. I was like yeah yeah and when I got to town about 20 mins later I started getting a horrible headache. And about 10 mins later it was going into a migraine. I was sick, weak, and dizzy. I managed to get to the drug store and stumbled in and people looked at me crazy and I got some mess and left and stayed in the parking lot about an hour while it passed. Now usually when I get a migraine I pass out and had I of been driving that could have been bad. So maybe it was a warning. What is the name of the experience with my brother in the truck? Does it have a name? Thank you for your help.
And I guess it wouldn't hurt to add my brother and sister do those evps in our old haunted town and they have got several very good recording that are obviously neither of them.
Monday, October 31, 2011
Late 1950's Hatted shadow man
by: Laurie
I am now 57 years old and at the age of 5 or 6 I too saw this "thing". About 6' tall..black against the blackness of the night, but I could still make out everything he was wearing. Standing in the doorway to my bedroom- just standing there "watching me". He wore an oversized coat(shabby- like it would have been 2 sizes too big on him), a hat very similar to Frosty the Snowman but with wrinkles and folds in it- as did his coat (have wrinkles and folds in it also) so he was at least 2 or 3 dimensional.He was fairly solid- not wispy or anything I could only see him from the waist up because I had a footboard that blocked him from the waist below. His right arm from shoulder to elbow was against his body,(his other arm most likely straight down) and then from elbow to end of hand it was outstretched and forward to me with a small little bag or pouch resting in/on his palm. The only other person I EVER told this to years ago was my sister who is two years younger than me.A relative recently asked me if I had ever seen a ghost.(Actually I had seen a floating orb/laser like light in my bedroom when I was 16 but thats a whole other discussion-no I was not dreaming that one either- I WAS WIDE AWAKE!!!). SO I went on the web.. and come to find out my story is common.Now I NEVER EVER heard of shadow hat man until a day or two ago.. as it came up in a search and I always brushed this thing in the back of my mind but always knew WHAT I saw..I just know what I saw in the late 1950's standing in my bedroom doorway watching me. I mean I could have told my sister I saw a floating tiger or a funny witch with wings or a bucket of balls float in front of me but NO-what I described to HER YEARS ago(50) is exactly what I am reading about today....so WHY do all of us have this same experience?.I probably watched him or looked at him for just a few minutes and after that I was so terrified I just put my head under the covers till I fell back asleep till daylight.I always hated to tell anyone.. but my sister was the only one who ever knew. He was regular height,no facial features, had all the outline though of a "person" and fairly dimensional..couldn't see through him.I hope I NEVER EVER see one again- and have not....scared the heck out of me.Like I said I am now 57 years old, and for me to have this recollection like it happened yesterday tells you something. At the time this happened I dubbed him "The Sandman" only because he was a "man" and I thought he maybe had sand in his little pouch I have been enjoying reading about other people who have had similar experiences. Thanks Laurie (This happened in Wisconsin by the way)
I am now 57 years old and at the age of 5 or 6 I too saw this "thing". About 6' tall..black against the blackness of the night, but I could still make out everything he was wearing. Standing in the doorway to my bedroom- just standing there "watching me". He wore an oversized coat(shabby- like it would have been 2 sizes too big on him), a hat very similar to Frosty the Snowman but with wrinkles and folds in it- as did his coat (have wrinkles and folds in it also) so he was at least 2 or 3 dimensional.He was fairly solid- not wispy or anything I could only see him from the waist up because I had a footboard that blocked him from the waist below. His right arm from shoulder to elbow was against his body,(his other arm most likely straight down) and then from elbow to end of hand it was outstretched and forward to me with a small little bag or pouch resting in/on his palm. The only other person I EVER told this to years ago was my sister who is two years younger than me.A relative recently asked me if I had ever seen a ghost.(Actually I had seen a floating orb/laser like light in my bedroom when I was 16 but thats a whole other discussion-no I was not dreaming that one either- I WAS WIDE AWAKE!!!). SO I went on the web.. and come to find out my story is common.Now I NEVER EVER heard of shadow hat man until a day or two ago.. as it came up in a search and I always brushed this thing in the back of my mind but always knew WHAT I saw..I just know what I saw in the late 1950's standing in my bedroom doorway watching me. I mean I could have told my sister I saw a floating tiger or a funny witch with wings or a bucket of balls float in front of me but NO-what I described to HER YEARS ago(50) is exactly what I am reading about today....so WHY do all of us have this same experience?.I probably watched him or looked at him for just a few minutes and after that I was so terrified I just put my head under the covers till I fell back asleep till daylight.I always hated to tell anyone.. but my sister was the only one who ever knew. He was regular height,no facial features, had all the outline though of a "person" and fairly dimensional..couldn't see through him.I hope I NEVER EVER see one again- and have not....scared the heck out of me.Like I said I am now 57 years old, and for me to have this recollection like it happened yesterday tells you something. At the time this happened I dubbed him "The Sandman" only because he was a "man" and I thought he maybe had sand in his little pouch I have been enjoying reading about other people who have had similar experiences. Thanks Laurie (This happened in Wisconsin by the way)
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