Paranormal?
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Started 7d ago
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Started 7d ago
I never told this to anyone, not because I was afraid but because I simply never had the occasion to. Nonetheless, sharing this memory still feels special to me.
As to why I decide to make it known is because I wish to not take this potentially extraordinary experience into the grave with me.
Anyway, when I was around eight years old I happened to find myself home alone. Contrary to what you would expect, it was the middle of a bright summer day.
I remember lying in my bed and reading through all the PS2 game manuals I had - I enjoyed reading them over and over again.
At one point, I've noticed something moving in the hallway - as my bedroom did not have a door so that my parents could hear me at all times. I wasn't exactly sure what I was looking at but there clearly was movement right outside my bedroom.
It made no sound and invoked no feeling - just curiosity. I kept looking at it, trying to wrap my head around what can be described as a cloud of smoke - a smudge of black that was kind of see-through but not really.
Squeezing my eyes, I finally made sense of that mess and realized that what I was looking at were silhouettes of people, specifically soldiers.
They looked like your typical WW2 soldier you would see in a war movie, except they were more like shadows or again, a cloud of smoke - I could easily see through them but make out their distinct shape and features at the same time.
I did not at the time realize they looked like soldiers, I was only about 8 after all.
What's even more interesting is one of them appeared to notice me - turning his head towards me, he took a single step into my room at looked around, only to pull back into the hallway and never come back.
Their small group then walked behind the door frame and I never saw them again. I did not try to approach or look for them - not out of fear, but rather because I did not feel the desire to do so.
What seems to stuck out to me a lot is that I never felt scared. Quite the opposite actually, what I felt can only be described as comfort. Something about their presence felt reassuring to me, although I cannot remember anything which would cause me to feel this specific way.
Back to the story, I never told my parents or anyone else about what happened - I just kind of forgot about it until years later.
When I was 12, I heard from one of my friends at school, that my house used to be a military base during World War 2. This sounded really cool, so I asked my mother about it and she told me that the building did in fact serve as barracks and eventually a field hospital during WW2.
I didn't immediately make the connection - only once I randomly remembered my encounter I realized what I saw were soldiers. I could see their helmets and uniforms very vividly in my memory - which I still can.
I don't want to say that this memory feels haunting or disturbing, but it definitely makes me wonder about afterlife whenever it pops into my head at random.
As to why I decide to make it known is because I wish to not take this potentially extraordinary experience into the grave with me.
Anyway, when I was around eight years old I happened to find myself home alone. Contrary to what you would expect, it was the middle of a bright summer day.
I remember lying in my bed and reading through all the PS2 game manuals I had - I enjoyed reading them over and over again.
At one point, I've noticed something moving in the hallway - as my bedroom did not have a door so that my parents could hear me at all times. I wasn't exactly sure what I was looking at but there clearly was movement right outside my bedroom.
It made no sound and invoked no feeling - just curiosity. I kept looking at it, trying to wrap my head around what can be described as a cloud of smoke - a smudge of black that was kind of see-through but not really.
Squeezing my eyes, I finally made sense of that mess and realized that what I was looking at were silhouettes of people, specifically soldiers.
They looked like your typical WW2 soldier you would see in a war movie, except they were more like shadows or again, a cloud of smoke - I could easily see through them but make out their distinct shape and features at the same time.
I did not at the time realize they looked like soldiers, I was only about 8 after all.
What's even more interesting is one of them appeared to notice me - turning his head towards me, he took a single step into my room at looked around, only to pull back into the hallway and never come back.
Their small group then walked behind the door frame and I never saw them again. I did not try to approach or look for them - not out of fear, but rather because I did not feel the desire to do so.
What seems to stuck out to me a lot is that I never felt scared. Quite the opposite actually, what I felt can only be described as comfort. Something about their presence felt reassuring to me, although I cannot remember anything which would cause me to feel this specific way.
Back to the story, I never told my parents or anyone else about what happened - I just kind of forgot about it until years later.
When I was 12, I heard from one of my friends at school, that my house used to be a military base during World War 2. This sounded really cool, so I asked my mother about it and she told me that the building did in fact serve as barracks and eventually a field hospital during WW2.
I didn't immediately make the connection - only once I randomly remembered my encounter I realized what I saw were soldiers. I could see their helmets and uniforms very vividly in my memory - which I still can.
I don't want to say that this memory feels haunting or disturbing, but it definitely makes me wonder about afterlife whenever it pops into my head at random.
Perhaps spirits that might have died in those barracks who still linger there.
I'm not blaming ""Schizophrenia"", but I do believe it's how we are seeing it. I'm not saying you're bullshitting, but I am not also saying this could be true.
Regardless, this is very interesting.
Not schizophrenia. Spirits are very real. It isn't common for the deceased to be wandering around (or be attached to) places that may be of their interest.
Isn't uncommon*
Schizophrenia in children is extremely rare and OP doesn't mention anything similar ever happening again
that couldve been a dream OP