As I get ready for the launch of KINDRED SPIRIT, I thought what better way to get into the mood for a book about ghosts and the uncanny bond between identical twins, than to read about true supernatural incidents submitted by readers. There are two categories (Witness to the Supernatural and TWINcidents), so you don't have to be an identical twin to participate!
* Anyone with a story posted is
eligible for random
prize drawings!*
Were you or somebody you know a WITNESS TO THE SUPERNATURAL? Did you (or someone you know) witness something unexplainable by natural phenomena?
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submit your true WITNESS story.
(Max 200 words.)
Supernatural Tales Updated on: 26-apr-08
Doors, Opening and Closing
When my mother passed away we were heart broken. But the part that got me was that in the same month of her passing I was sitting in the kitchen with my boyfriend at the time.
It was late at night already and the kitchen door was secured when all of the sudden it flew open and stayed open, now in our beliefs we say that when someone alive leaves the door open behind them their tales are long...
Now, with the door flying open, I made a comment to say that it is cold and the person that came in should please close the door and asking if the persons tale is long?
In a split second the door flew closed.
My boyfriend and I looked at each other and left the kitchen....
A reader from South Africa
The Locked Room
About a year after my brother died my mother and I were doing some spring cleaning in our home. I was going in and out of my room, talking to my mother, moving things out of my closet into our attic. The door never even shut fully. No one was home except for my mother and I. Our rooms are side by side, so I would walk in and out with the door cracked slightly open. I went to use the bathroom which is also on the same floor and returned to find my bedroom door was locked. I have two type of locks on my bedroom door. The lock on the door knob and the lock that slides across the door which is only accessed if someone is in the room on the other side of the door. I knew I didn't lock the door, but just the same I logically thought to myself maybe my hand touched the door knob lock and the wind must of shut the door. Even though no windows were open. I shoved credit cards in the door a butter knife, nothing would open the door. It seemed odd to me that the door would not open with anything I used, so I decided to get a ladder and crawl into my bedroom which is on the second floor. I climbed up to my window and let myself in. I discovered that my door was firmly locked from the inside. No one else was in my house. (Not to mention how high my bedroom is from the ground.) No one was hiding. I cleaned out my entire bedroom that day. Not to mention how high my bedroom is from the ground.
Laraine W.
Walking Shoes
After my grandmother passed away, my parents and I went to spend some time with my grandfather in his ranch house. One afternoon my dad, grandfather, and I went out--leaving my mom alone in the house. My mom was cleaning when she heard a strange noise. She actually thought it sounded like my grandmother walking (my grandmother was diabetic which caused her to shuffle her feet when she walked). My mom looked up and saw a pair of my grandmother's shoes walk by. My mom loved my grandmother, but she was a little freaked out by this! She ran outside and waited for us to return. She told my dad and grandfather what happened, but they did not believe her and attributed her "experience" to stress. When they went inside the house, they noticed the piano music was scattered on the floor. That night, as my grandfather was getting ready for bed, he opened his closet to put his clothes away. They had gotten rid of all of my grandmother's clothes but there, on the floor of the closet, was a pair of her shoes.
—A reader from NJ
The Séance
When I was in 7th grade my best friend, Maria, had a slumber party. Maria and I decided that we would have a séance and, as a gag, scare the other girls. We even got Maria's younger brother involved. Maria and I could not wait to pull our little prank! After what seemed like an eternity we had our séance. We turned out the lights, sat in a circle, and joined hands. Maria was trying to "bring back a spirit" when all of a sudden her brother jumped out from behind a door, yelled, and ran around the room. All of the girls screamed -- except for Maria and I who couldn't help but laugh!
After Maria's brother went upstairs we decided to have a "real" séance, without any gags. For some reason, we decided to bring back Billy the Kid (don't ask me how we picked him). We were trying to "summon" his spirit when the door (which had been locked) flew open, a big gust of wind blew in (mind you it was a hot, humid, summer night), and what looked like 2 green, glowing eyes appeared on the wall. Now we were all screaming and quite scared. Maria's brother was up in his room and there was no way a kid could have pulled off a trick that elaborate.
I have never again been part of a séance.
—A reader from NJ
The Grandparents
My grandmother who had been raised Amish, believed in the supernatural. She had an uncanny supernatural ability, and believed in tokens and omens. I witnessed incidences of her ability.
I would spend the night with her as she lived only three houses from us and when my grandfather died she was lonely and had cancer. That in itself is a horror story, but I digress. She would lock all the doors at night before we went to bed. She also had a border who was a younger divorced man. After my grandmother told us all that the back door was standing open every morning when she got up for several days in a row,Wayne decided to double check. He assured us that the door was locked, but still it would be open again the next morning. After the week of having the door open my grandfather's brother who lived on the street behind them died of cancer. We believed grandma then, and yes the door stayed locked after that.
The funny thing is my grandfather was a hard headed German who did not believe in ghosts, and yet he is the one who experienced them twice in his life. Once when he was a child, he walked down to his grandmother's house and walked in the front door to see her, his grandmother standing on the staircase. It took him a second to remember that she had passed away just days before, and then she vanished.
My greatgrandfather lived with my grandmother and grandfather, until he died. He would go out to the Dodge garage, I am assuming it was called this, because at sometime before I was born, they must have had a Dodge! My grandfather pulled into the driveway after work, to see his father walk out of the garage and head into the basement door, where he also hung out at times. Grandpa quickly remembered his father was dead! He got out of the car and took chase, to of course find the basement empty! These are just a few incidences of supernatural events in my families lives.
—Shana D.
Golden Light
On the night of my mother's funeral I was alone in the house in Hamburg. I believe my brother, sister-in-law and my dad went to one of my uncle's homes in town. I don't know why I didn't go with them. I was talking to a friend on the telephone in the kitchen, which was on a little desk by the doorway that led into the dining room. From there one had a clear vision through the kitchen to the breakfast nook and to the large windows. I looked over at the windows and saw a bar of light; it wasn't a willowy shaft of light; it was a dense golden bar of light. There was nothing natural about it. I got panicky and told my friend what was going on. I don't know how long it was there, probably less than a minute. The point is that there was not one possible source of that light in the blackness at the back of our house. I have always believed that it was the spirit of my mother and think that had I been less fearful and more relaxed I might have had a very moving experience. It never happened again.
— A reader from North Carolina
Flickering Light and Cold Spots
I had plenty over the years, but the one I'm going to tell about is what happened to my mother and me after my father passed away. Exactly as we found out later he died at the hospital, the ceiling light in the bedroom he and my mother shared began to blink on and off. it continued this for three days. Suddenly there would be cold spots when the wall gas heater was on, my mother woke up on the couch and found herself staring into my father's face and I swore I saw something white disappear around the corner of my eye, heading into the bedroom area. finally, after the three days when we buried my father's body at the cemetery, we came home to the light working again normally and nothing else happened. And if you think about how in the bible they say about burying someone three days after the death they supposedly go to Heaven, this might say something.
— Pamela K.
Here's the space for true stories about twins who connected on a level that might be considered uncanny, times when one knew what the other was thinking, made a very similar but independent decision, etc.
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submit your TWINcident.
(Max 200 words.)
