I just want to tell you what just happened, twice now. Last night I got a flash from the wall to my eye. A bit strange I don't know where they are coming from, it happened once last night and once this morning, and it's not been sunny. Nothing is reflecting, it can't, really, in this room. There's a shot of light which shots straight in my eye, it's like it just kind of bounced off the wall or through the wall because that's where it was coming from. I have been on the computer, nothing flashed from it. It was coming from the wall straight ahead of me, it kind of blinds me for a second, it's really weird and strange. What could this be? It's really shocking that a round light can just come at you from nothing. Bit strange for me. Has anyone been through something like this before? Something new everyday happens to me but it's my life. I have seen a floating cloud now I see flying round light balls which go through me. They go straight through me and blind me for a second. Sorry If it's too short. People say it could have been an orb or spirit which I don't know much about.

This happened when I was in Baguio (Philippines), the summer capital of my hometown. I rented a room at my friends house, the room was next to the kitchen downstairs. It has 2 doors, one is just right opposite the bathroom. My friends were planning to go out that night, sad at my part because I was sick, I needed to stay home. Half lonely, when they left I bid them good night. When I was at my bed trying to get some sleep, I heard someone moan on the other bed, you see my room has 2 beds facing each other only a small cupboard to separate it. I'm on my side facing the wall and thinking of my friends having good time without me, when I heard another moan, this time it's louder than the first. I didn't bother to check it or make any reactions with it since I was thinking that maybe I was delirious. And I heard it again, the only difference is this time I heard the creaking of the bed as if someone was really there moving. I told myself to leave it alone and just go to sleep since maybe we are both sick. (funny and stupid of me). Maybe that "it" wanted me to keep awake all night or wanted me out of the room. I was only 2 weeks in that room and that was the first time I heard something like that. I knew someone had died there but it was my friends aunt. The moaning continues with the creaking of the bed and this time, I heard a light coughing. That was the time decided to go out of the room and go speak to my friends mom about it. I counted 5 and quickly stood up without looking at the other bed, I didn't feel dizzy or sick that time, I really wanted to go out. As I spoke to my friends mom, she told me that it was her sister. So, she went down to my room and I heard her talking in front of the door of my room: "Stop bothering the girl, she's here renting the room. You should be grateful because she helps us pay the electricity and she even shares the food." She went up and told me that her sister won't bother me anymore. Still, I stayed up with her until my friend came and she sleeps with me in my room. I didn't hear or feel anything after that. Maybe, she accepted me as part of her family but I heard more things in that house after the incident with my friends aunt. I heard chains being dragged, footsteps on the stairway, little voices, doors being opened and close but nobody was there. I was a bit scared but I let it go since they don't bother me and not hurting anyone. They're just there, maybe doing their old routine when they were still alive. Who knows?

This story isn't a very long one but it does require a bit of explaining first. In my last story The Tiki Face Phantom I made mention of a girl that I had been dating. When we met it was a really bad time in my life so the relationship had some what of a rocky beginning that never got better, but got much worse as time progressed. I have never in my life fought and argued with someone no where near as hard. She had the tenacity of a pit bull. In her mind she's ALWAYS right period. Our arguments could last for days on end. After some prodding I decided to start going to church with her. (Where upon by the miracle of Christ I was saved.) God does work in mysterious ways. And it was at this church that the incident took place in my home town of Hickory N.C. We had decided to meet in the church parking lot for Wednesday evening Bible study. When we arrived we discovered that it had been canceled for some reason or another so we went back to the parking lot which was lit up by a light pole. She opened her door to her car and got in. All I had intended to do was lean inside her opened window and kiss her bye. Well, she used this opportunity to restart a very heated argument that had been going on for awhile. It had progressed into a full blown cursing match right there in the parking lot just feet from the church! There wasn't anyone around to hear us thank God. At least no one we could see that is. Here's the setup, she was in the driver seat of her car with her window rolled down with the passenger side rolled all the way up. I was leaning inside her window with my elbows on the door going at it tooth and nail with some spectacular off colored come backs I'm sure and that is when it happened. The only way I can describe this is like when you stick your mouth to glass and breath deeply on it it leaves condensation where your mouth had been. Then if you wish you can take your finger or whatever and draw pictures or words. If you have ever seen the movie "Ghost" with Patrick Swayze where in the scene he's in the bathroom (invisible of course) chasing his would be killer and he turns the hot water faucet on full blast to steam up the mirror and writes with his finger the word BOO! This would give an accurate description as to what I witnessed. As I was leaning in just inches from her face there suddenly appeared some one or something's breath on the outside of the passenger side window which I had clear view of. Inside of that breath contained a perfectly drawn picture of a demon face. But only half of one. I mean the pointy ear, horn and goatee. Everything. If you have ever seen the mascot for Duke University the face was identical to that. It appeared and dissipated in a couple of seconds. Just long enough for me to see it and for my jaw to hit the pavement. I immediately told her that we had to stop and pray really hard right then. Which we did. Trust me that was no figment of my imagination. That image is forever burned into my mind. I would really like to get some feedback and opinions on this one. I'm curious if anyone has ever witnessed such a thing for it freaked me out pretty hard. The way I perceived it was God's way of showing me that the devil himself was looking in on the other side egging it on and wanted to reveal his presence in order to stop hate fueled battle that was ensuing on his holy ground.

Hi, everyone! This is a story about my first experience. My mom died in a bad car accident when I was 7 in 1989. I was extremely close to her and it tore me apart. At that time, I was taken away from the family I knew to live with my real dad and soon to be step-mom. I was at a point where I was having post-traumatic nightmares and trying to adjust to my new family, home, and school. One night, I was asleep in my room and something woke me up. I opened my eyes and saw a smokey figure standing by my bed. Of course, I was about 9 and it freaked me out, so I turned to face the wall and prayed to God to make it go away; not thinking it could have been my mom there to comfort me. After praying, I turned back to see if it was still there, and it was gone... Oddly, I was not scared. After that event, I got curious. I got up and went to the kitchen to see if I could figure out a logical explanation of what I had seen. I smelled by the stove to see if something was burning. It was in the middle of the night, so who would be cooking? Every knows about the first experience; you always try to think of a logical way to put things together, instead of just accepting the fact you just saw a ghost. I went back to bed, but I couldn't sleep. I kept asking myself, "Why didn't I ask if that was her, or tell her I love her and miss her so bad?" I guess I got freaked out in the moment. I'm 25 going on 26 and I feel her around me sometimes, but most of all, I can smell her. Even if it's just for a split second. It makes me smile. My step-mom never allowed me to talk about her because she was jealous. I had held this in for many years until her and my dad split 10 years later. Then I met a woman in 2003 that I refer to as my adopted mom. She has a what I call the "sixth sense" with many more stories to come.

There is a small little town near Dora that's called "Old Dora" mainly because back in the day, it was the place to be, complete with stores a library, a methodist church, and even a train station. Over the years though, people began to build buildings farther away from it. And eventually it became ran down and abandoned. Over the course of the last 30 years. Buildings have been torn down, if they haven't already collapsed, and only a handful of places remain, including the methodist church, train station, library, and the furniture store. The concrete wall supporting the railroad tacks is now a giant mural, covered in spray painted artwork from years past and years present, even me and my friends who claim Old Dora for ourselves have left our mark there. Most of the time we go up there at night and go into some of the old buildings to try and make contact with spirits who visited there, worked there, etc. Well, the church has always been locked. And there was no way to possibly get in without breaking in. But I wasn't about to break into a church. One night, me and my friends were doing our usual round, and that's when we noticed the door was standing open on the bottom floor. See, the bottom floor is near the main road which is still occasionally used, but the second floor is near the road of Old Dora, and it's up above the main road. I looked at my watch. It was 11:37 p.m. and everyone was talking about finally getting to go inside. I felt a little bad about going in, just some weird feeling in the pit of my stomach. But we eventually walked inside. A bunch of debris lay scattered everywhere, and the bottom floor was huge. I walked around a little bit and noticed an old piano leaned against the back wall, I played a little tune on it, then my friend noticed the stairs going up to the top floor. I walked over to the group, consisting of four people including myself and we started to go up the rounding stairs. Suddenly from up there another piano began to play, and play well. But we freaked out and got out of there. The next night we decided to go back. We thought maybe someone had broken in and when they heard us down there, they tried to scare us away. So we walked back there, the clock nearing midnight. The door was now closed. We walked over and tried it, and the door was unlocked. So we walked inside and started back towards the steps. We stopped for a minute and gazed at them, twisting upwards so that you couldn't see what was up there. My friend walked over to the other piano that was near the back wall and played a little tune. He stopped and we listened for a minute. Nothing happened so we decided to go on up. We got to where the stairs twist then soft piano music began to play up there. Two of my friends ran back down but me and Sean continued on. We found the piano. A large, black grand piano sitting against the wall nearest the stairs. Only no one was there. I stared down in horror to see the key being pressed down by invisible hands. Me and Sean left when we saw that, we stopped out on the street and the piano music echoed out onto the street. Finally it stopped as we began to walk away. Until this day we can't explain what was going on, but sometimes when you walk up there around midnight, you can hear soft piano music coming from the old church.