Where's The Remote?

I think this happened about 3 years ago or so. This happened to my husband at the time when he was home alone. He is not a believer in the paranormal, even though he has experienced several things. He tends to justify them and shrug them off as odd. But this time it was strange enough that he couldn't just shrug it off.
    He was sitting on the couch watching TV and got up to get something out of the kitchen, when he came back in the living room he couldn't find the remote for the TV. He looked all over the house and even opened up the fridge to see if he placed it in there not thinking. After a while he gave up and resolved to just change the channels by hand. After sitting down again he heard a loud clash in the kitchen. When he walked back in he saw the remote sitting in the middle of the floor as if it had just been dropped there. There is no way that it could have fallen off any of the counters and slid because the middle of the kitchen is too far from any counters. 
    Many times in this house several people experienced the feeling of being watched or "not alone". At night I would keep our bedroom door open as it gave a perfect view of the hallway and our infant son's room. A few times I would see a dark shadow slide along the wall near the ceiling and linger at his door. I would say a prayer and tell it that he is protected by God and may not enter my son's room. It would linger for a long while at his door and either slide away back around the corner or other times just simply fade away and disappear. Always Keep Asking.

The Man

This is a post from another anonymous reader who sent me an email. Enjoy!


     We just had moved into our new house. It was the first night. I had my family, friends, and pastor unloading the truck. When they were done they left me to do all the unpacking. It was getting late so I was making dinner for the kids before putting them to bed. My oldest son came running up to me and said there was a man in his room. I thought did someone come in that I did not know about? So I went to his room to see who was in there. I did not see anybody, but I said you are not allowed in my children's room you need to leave. Then I went back to cooking. I put them to bed shortly after that. I went out to start unpacking the kitchen. I had boxes piled up all through out the living room and dinning room. I went to get another box and as I turned the corner I saw an old man in the hallway. I don't know why I thought he was old, but maybe it was his clothes or the way he stood? I did not feel my usual peace, as I normally only see loved ones; he scared me. Not in the sense that I was afraid he would hurt me, but because I did not recognize him. I called my roommate and told her we have a ghost in the house. She was a little freaked out, but said she would be there the next day. She said I am probably just too tired and stressed out. That was Saturday. On Monday morning the kids had their first day at school. We were getting our kids breakfast and my room mates daughter started talking about the "man". My roommate was in the shower so she did not hear the conversation the kids were having. But my middle boy started to cry and said he was afraid of the man. That the man stands in the hallway and stares at him. I asked her daughter not to talk about him anymore, that she was scaring the younger kids. When my roommate came out, her daughter started telling her mom about the "man". She had not fully believed me before now. Since then I have asked God to protect  us and not allow bad spirtits into my home. He still comes every so often. It seems that he wants to make sure the kids are safe. He just lingers in the hallway near their rooms, but never goes in them. And at night I feel something on my bed. But I do not think he is there to harm us. I do not know who he is, or what he wants. I am too afraid to ask. But I know there use to be an elderly couple that lived here before me... I wonder if he is looking for his wife.

The By Products...

Some days I just feel like I am being watched. I have found that it is hard for me to be around crowds now. When there are so many different conversations going on and so many lives intertwined; there are so many emotions that people carry with themselves. I tend to find myself overwhelmed and I draw into myself and become quiet and antisocial. I am not sure why this is exactly but I am wondering if anyone else feels this way. When you allow yourself to become open, there are sometimes things that effect you that you are not expecting. I am assuming this is one aspect of that. Sometimes I get flashes of pictures, such as once when I walked into the bathroom, I pictured someone dead and bleeding, other times as I walk through the house in the dark to get a drink of water in the night I have had a vision of tripping over a body on the floor. In these circumstances I simply say "no" out loud. It may not be very loud, but it is verbalized none the less. I tell it that it is not accepted in my house and that it must leave. I am not sure what it is that makes me see those images or perhaps it is possibly my own over-active imagination and nothing more. But what I do know is that I am in control and so are you. Know who you are and know what you will tolerate your own mind to see and experience. You have the power to tell things to leave. You have the authority to take charge of your home and protect your family. My three year old told me once that there was a man in his room who called his name. When he answered "what?" the man got in his face. I told him if anything like that ever happened again to tell it "No!" and to tell it to go away, that is it not welcome and cannot be here. Since then he has not said anything else to me.

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~Britt

Ready or Not?

About two months ago I was talking with my friend when an overwhelming emotion came over me. It was very loving but also concerned. It was not a feeling of being possessed, just a quieting of my own thoughts and sitting back and listening to myself speak. His mother had also passed away about a year after mine did. She told him to stop holding on to the things he blamed himself for. To stop remembering them every day and how that wasn’t healthy. I felt the urgency of her need for him to understand and let go. I felt her worry and her strong love as his mother. It was odd for me to feel that toward my friend, but once she had said what she wanted to I felt normal again. No weird transition or feeling of not having control over my body. I believe if I had wanted to fight it, the battle would have been easy for me, but it was something that was needed and again, the choice. Willing and able; I knew he needed to hear what she had to say. I was worried he’d freak out if I told him who really said that, but at the same time I felt that it would have more impact and meaning considering I was physically saying things I really had no idea about. I knew her words to him would carry a much greater value then my own. I did end up telling him and he took it well. He had to let everything sink in by himself for a while, but in that situation I think anyone else would have done the same. Always Keep Asking…

-Britt

The Guardian

Going back a little bit (because this was really before I ever communicated with anyone and I didn't really know what I believed yet) Nearly five years ago I moved to South Carolina to live with my fiancé before we got married. There was a presence in his room in the corner near the door. It comes at the same time every night (between 1-3am, except for day light savings, then it is 2-4am, so its assumed this "thing" lived before day light savings was invented). Everyone who has ever stayed in that room has experienced feeling it. You know exactly where it is and feel like you are being watched, however at this time no one had talked about it until I started asking questions. One night as we were laying in bed I felt it again and drew my eyes over to the corner of the room where it usually is, this time however was different. It was sitting cross legged on the floor near the bed looking up at me. It frightened me so much that I flung the covers over my head and drew up into my fiancé's back. It was a dark charcoal grey and had the body of a man (approximately in his 20's to 30's I'd guess) but I couldn't tell you what he looked like because he didn't have a face. There was the "appearance" of a face with shadows but no real facial characteristics. A few nights later I woke up in the middle of the night and felt him again, only this time a torso with a mist for legs was hovering over the foot of our bed. Again, same reaction; covers and back. I finally said something to his family at that point and that was when we all learned that there was indeed something or someone in that house. None of them had even mentioned it to each other at that point. I am assuming it thinks it is a guardian of the family and that it was only "checking me out" and learning of my intentions. The reason I believe this is because not long after, we got pregnant and I never saw him again. His presence in the room was less powerful and I believed he had no intention of scaring me, especially being pregnant. 

The Helping Hand

I have had several other experiences but I am not sure where to go from here while waiting on pending compliances about other stories. One I can share with you that happened about two months ago. I just moved across the country and I was house sitting for my sister. I put the kids to bed in the guest room and was laying on my sisters bed trying to quiet my mind of the anxieties and thoughts that had been keeping me awake since last October. As I lay there with my eyes closed thinking how badly I wished my mom were still here and how I had not anticipated that coming home would be such an adjustment for me, nearly as hard as it had been moving away in the beginning. I lay on the bed with my arms over my head and felt a hand slide into my own. It startled me so much that I actually thought someone had walked into the apartment and I had not heard them come in. I yanked my hand back and shot up looking around, but no one was there. I could not have even mistaken it for the hand of my son or daughter because it was adult sized. It was literally as though someone was standing at the side of the bed, reached over and held my hand. I was slightly uneasy, however I cannot say that fear truly entered my mind. I don't believe it was my mother or my brother, but perhaps an angel? I will most likely never know, but at that moment, someone somehow knew that I needed support and in that way I knew I would never truly be alone. As always, keep asking. The answers will come if we want them badly enough and seek with endurance because this road is very very long. There will always be friends with helping hands and others like-minded will share in your journey with you. You are never alone.

Hello There, Please Don't Do That Again

A few months after we moved into our new house, the kids were down for naps and I was hanging up clothes in our walk in closet. My husband was in the military so there are combat boots and gear all over the house. He also had a pair on the top shelf of our closet (which I myself could not reach). As I was hanging clothes I was just thinking over all that had to be done that day when suddenly the boots lifted off the shelf about an inch of so and dropped back down. I froze with fear, but I decided that this is my house and be it friendly or not, that was not acceptable. I have rules when it comes to things of this nature, because to be honest it does still frighten me. My home is my sanctuary and even the good things do not take place inside my house (hence the conversation in my car and the restroom at work). I decided not to be afraid but to acknowledge it and stand my ground. I said something along the lines of, "Good morning. I know that was you. I don't like those things so please don't do that again." Two years later and not another single incident (a side from the windows wanting to keep opening a crack, but I have not completely ruled that one out as the pressure within the house yet, so that doesn't count) :) Always keep asking!
-Britt

The Visitor

Nearly 2 years ago we had just built our first home and I gave birth to our second child; a daughter whom we named in memory of my mother. In the hospital I had complications giving birth. I knew my husband was holding my right hand and was standing by my right shoulder and I felt my mother-in-law holding my left hand and standing at my left side. After I had my daughter they rushed her into intensive care because she had fluid in her lungs and they had my husband go with her. This served two purposes, because they would not let him back in the room since they could not get my bleeding under control. I felt myself getting weak and tired; I was scared because no one would look me in the eyes. I kept telling myself I had to make sure my daughter was alright and I could not feel happy until I knew she was okay. They finally got things under control and moved me to another room where I got to hold her for the first time. Everyone let me rest for a while and I was in a daze as I was feeding her. I was talking with someone who was sitting in a chair at the end of my bed while I was holding my daughter. We had about a 20 minute conversation and I remember feeling very happy. My daughter sneezed and it jolted me more awake. I looked up and felt disoriented. "Wasn't there a chair at the end of my bed?" "Wasn't I talking with someone for a long while?" I felt confused as I tried to remember who I was talking to and where the chair went. I realized I was talking with my mom. I wish I could recall the conversation but I am sure it was filled with much love. A few weeks later, after things had settled, I spoke to my mother-in-law about the event. We talked about the delivery room and she said she thought about holding my other hand but for some reason felt that she shouldn't and that she had been near the midwife during the delivery in the hospital room. "Then who was holding my other hand?" We looked at each other and both knew; my Mom. Always keep asking.
-Britt

God's Grace

This post comes from another anonymous reader. I have left it just as it was sent to me via email. Enjoy and always keep asking.
I was 11 when my Grandma Grace passed away. My Dad had taken my brother and I to go see her one last time. She was very ill with congenitive heart failure, and even the slightest movement hurt her badly. Dad told my brother who was only 7 to say goodbye. He said see ya later and left her room. I went over and knowing this was my last time kissed her fuzzy cheeck and told her I loved her and I wanted to be like her when I grew up. She said she loved me but was ready to go be with Grandpa Ernie. That night while I was sleeping I suddenly woke up. I saw my Grandma in my room. I felt an overwhelming sense of love and safety seeing her there. She walked to sit next to me on my bed. She gently touched my cheeck and said she loved me. She said you have to be strong for your Mom and Dad, don't cry for me. I am going to be with Grandpa and there is no pain. She said God is real and he loves you. I will always watch out for you. Be kind to your brother, you're his sister and you have to protect him. I told her I would do my best and that I loved her. Then she was gone. I was not ever sad or scared. Just blissfully happy and felt extremely loved. A feeling of love that I have never came close to feeling again. It poured over my body relaxing everything. The next morning I went upstairs to get breakfast. I casually told my Dad that Grandma Grace had passed away. I told him that she does not want him to cry for her. He was so angry that I would "make up" a story like that. He told me to eat breakfast and go to my room. While I was eating my cereal the phone rang. It was the home that she was living at. They told my Dad that Grandma had passed away that night. He never spoke with me about it again. But her one last goodbye helped heal pain in my heart. I never did cry about loosing her. I held my parents at her funeral and let their tears stream down their face. I was angry with everyone for crying because she had asked us not to. She was not hurting and at the time I could not understand why everyone could not just be as happy for her as I was. I have not seen her since that night. But I know that she is with my Grandpa and Jesus in heaven.