More, tell us more!While working in a vacant jail I saw what I would call a ghost, or some kind of visible spirit aberration.
I'm on my phone right now but I promise I will when I'm back on the desktop.More, tell us more!
It's perplexing.Here in the UK - working class people voting Tory. Can't get my head round it.
"The trees in the forest voted for the axe, because it has a wooden handle and they thought it was like them"
O.K., here goes:More, tell us more!While working in a vacant jail I saw what I would call a ghost, or some kind of visible spirit aberration.
Whoa! My extremely down to earth parents swore they lived in a haunted house and the "ghost" they described seeing sounds a lot like the being you described above.O.K., here goes:
Back in the early '90s I saw an other worldly being while working in a vacated county jail. Some kind of spirit being, it looked female. It was a translucent white moving image, had some kind of clothing that looked like it was blowing in a breeze, yet there was no actual moving air. I could see it's face, which looked anguished. Well, I'm not one to scare easily, but it felt like I was injected with ice water, I turned and quickly left the area where I had seen the whitish aberration.
Myself and other employees encountered numerous other worldly beings at that facility. In later experiences I mostly heard sounds of metallic objects crashing(like metal office desks) in areas that did not have those objects. Or, the rattling of steel jail bars, the slamming of jail doors that couldn't be shut, because we had secured them in the open position with chain. We did that so that people that came into the jail while vacated wouldn't accidentally get locked in. We carried HTs(radios) but the building is solid concrete and steel, and radio transmissions were weak, or outright blocked by the physical structure.
It was the consensus of those staff members that experienced these events that the beings were souls of inmates that had died in the building, over the years.
A female deputy heard of my experiences at the jail and reached out to me, her interest was in a young woman who was in custody for drunk driving, and chose to hang herself (fearing her parent's wrath) while on her watch.
The skirt drop is funny. The stabbing and the marbles not so much.I was on this subway and a woman's skirt fell down completely to the floor. This was like 55 years ago and I still laugh when I think of it............
I saw someone stabbed, possibly to death.............
I saw horses slipping down a street because someone threw a thousand marbles on the ground.............
Lots of stuff. Lots.
I've never seen a ghost. Not sure how I would react to that.While working in a vacant jail I saw what I would call a ghost, or some kind of visible spirit aberration.
That's bizarre enough. I don't get people these days.The only thing that comes to mind: in San Diego, I saw a bunch of Furries (people who like to dress up like animals), accompanied by a guy who was completely naked except for a tiny fur codpiece that I couldn't tell how it was staying on. Oh, and tennis shoes.
If I think of anything more bizarre, I'll let you know. <thinking hard>
Wow! I wouldn't have thought that to be possible. I makes me queasy just thinking about it.I was 7yrs old and after church one Sunday morning and on the way home, we drove past a local dive bar in a seedy part of town.
There had been a fight in the bar's parking lot. One drunk had hit another drunk in the side of the head with some scrap lumber.
The guy who'd been hit with the board was sitting on the ground and injured. My dad stopped to see if the guy needed help or he could help.
I noticed the injured guy sitting on the ground was holding his palm up in front of his face. I looked closer and he was holding his eyeball in the palm of his hand. Saw the ligaments going up into the eye socket. The eye had popped out when he was struck.
My dad calmed and reassured the injured guy until an ambulance ... which in those days doubled as a hearse ... arrived.
Was a truly bizarre thing to see on Sunday morning right after church, especially for a 7yr old.
I'm not a big fan of snakes.In the Viet Nam days we found a huge snake with a bulge in it and shot it and cut it open it was a baby human and a goose or large water bird.