I want to move

[Graleyne]

It's funny you mentioned the numbers. Mine is 11:42. Sometimes that time just pops in my head for what seems like no reason. Sometimes I have major things in my life happen at 11:42.

My two daughters were born at 11:42 am.
My son was born at 11:42 pm.

I got the call that yes, I had cervical cancer and yes, I was going to have to have a hysterectomy at 11:42 am. I wrote the time down in my journal.

When I was being wheeled back for surgery the last thing I remember is passing a clock and the time was 11:42.

I'm sure there have been other things that happened at 11:42 I just can't remember them all.

[Jenn218]

See, I knew those numbers meant something.........I wonder why that is?

Like you, sometimes, something in my head tells me to look at the time or turn my head or something...and there is that number. It is odd...I just wish I knew what they meant....and why mine is the same, but now I see the others too....odd.

[Graleyne]

It is very odd. There are times when I wake up in the middle of the night and think 11:42, then go back to sleep.

Sometimes I'm shopping, reading, cleaning, etc and I will suddenly realize that I've been repeating 11:42 over and over in my head while I've been doing it.

Definitely odd.

[Jenn218]

In your Sylvia Browne books.....what does she mention about the re-occurring numbers?

One show, she told a guy that it was a past life thing...like he died at that time in one past life...was born at that time in another....etc.

On another show, she told a lady that her time was a spiritual number. I think hers was 311....something about 11 is the "highest" number or something.

It would be interesting to talk with Sylvia.

Course, one show she said that EVERYONE goes to Heaven....but I just don't know because here, we were brought up with the Heaven/Hell thinking.

There was one site that was against her because in the Bible, this sort of thing is not "right"...but I just don't know....I think it is all very interesting.

[Graleyne]

I'll have to look up the number thing in my books. I know there is something (I don't think its a Sylvia Browne thing though) about adding up the numbers of your birthdate to get your "spiritual number".

So mine is 03/30/1976 so adding 0+3+3+0+1+9+7+6 = 29, 2+9 = 11, and 1+1= 2. (you are supposed to factor down to a single digit). Two is supposed to be the "psychic" number or something.

Now I'm going to have to research the number thing. lol

[celstu1]

how bout this:
My mom born: may 19
My dad born: jan 19
Me born: Nov 19
Baby bro born: june 19 (other bro march 26, but we wont go there LOL)

and everywhere ANY of us has ever lived has either a 19 in the address or the phone number! Its comforting though! 19 is apparently my familys lucky number!

Oh yeah, and my dad remarried to a woman born on Jan 19!

[Graleyne]

I'd agree. 19 is definitely your families special number!

[Elisandra]

Originally Posted by Graleyne

I don't know what I have.

I have noises - bumps and creeks and that sort of thing. I explained it away. It's an old house. It is SUPPOSED to creek and stuff.

I have cabinet doors that open by themselves. This is the fourth time since we moved in that EVERY cabinet in the kitchen has been open when I got up. The first time I accused DH of playing a trick. The second time I accused the kids of playing a trick. The third time I used my old house theory to explain it away. This time, I have no explanation.

I have things disappear then reappear in a different place. I explained by being forgetful.

I have moving shadows. I have explained it away as being tricks of light because of the windows, stained glass, and trees, and the furbutts.

I have the doggies barking at nothing. I explained it as chipmunks. (don't laugh - I'd rather have chipmunks than ghosts)

I have moving shoes. I know it sounds crazy, but I saw them. I was in the bathtub. I looked over and my shoes moved about 6 - 7 inches. They just slid across the floor. I made DH get out the level and check the floor. I made him feel the floor to see if it was wet. We could not find any reason for my shoes to move.

I also have flickering lights. I explained it as old/faulty wiring. They dim, then light back up. The lamp sometimes comes on by itself. I explained that by someone trying to turn it on and it didn't come on, then the wiring decided it work after all so the lamp would then appear to come on by itself.

Sometimes I get up in the morning and the television is on. I blamed it on the kids.

The phone rings and no one is there. I blamed it on wrong numbers.

Now, none of this happens ALL the time, or on a daily basis. In fact, it doesn't happen MUCH more often than it does.

I don't feel threatened or scared. I don't feel afraid. I just don't feel normal. I don't know how to explain it. It just feels so thick and heavy in here. No matter how much I clean, no matter how much I take out of a room, I can't seem to get that "light and airy" feeling. It doesn't feel sad, or depressing or anything like that, just thick and cluttery.

Try those people from that show TAPS
http://www.scifi.com/ghosthunters/ i totally believe in their show and it's scary toooo

[linz06]

I know the feeling of living in a place where strange things happen! I moved all alone to a city over 4 hours away from my hometown. It was a top-floor apartment in what seemed like an old army barracks. I didn't feel comfortable from the first day I walked in. In fact, I called my parents and cried about how I didn't want to live there! My mom decided to come down the next weekend and help me find a new place to live. In that first week, there was creaking, there was water running... I tried to explain everything away. I was having a nap one day in the middle of the afternoon with my bedroom door closed tight (I made sure) and I woke up to the door bursting open. My window was open in my room so I said it was wind. There was no wind at all outside, but it made me feel better.
My mom doesn't believe in that kind of thing at all. When she came down she spent the night on the couch, with the bathroom light on and the door open a crack so she could find her way there if she needed to. She woke up and noticed the sliver of light getting larger and smaller... the door was opening and closing on its own. She finally got the courage to get up and turn the light off so she could sleep. In the morning she told me "There's something not right about this place" and I moved out 2 weeks later, after spending a few nights in a hotel room!

[LuvnmyYorkie]

My uncle, who was also one of my best friends, died in a motorcycle accident almost 2 years ago. He was 36 and had twins that are 17 and two girls, ages 2 & 3 from a woman who was his fiance.

About 6 months after he died, his fiance was getting ready to move from California to Arkansas to live with his mother and I took the girls for the weekend so she could pack.

I was playing with the girls, waiting for my boyfriend to get out of the shower so we could go eat, and I grabbed the 3 year old's foot and smelled it and told her "Whew!! Stinky feet!" and she laughed and told me "My daddy thinks its funny too."

And I just went along and said " Yeah, he thinks they smell too!"

Then she told me, "He comes to see me allll the time." And I told her, "Thats because he loves you very much." (I was just going along so not to confuse her about anything)

And thats when she told me "He wears a white shirt and white pants."

I just started crying, and ran in to tell my boyfriend what she had said. He asked me if I doubted it, and I didn't. He said that its their innosence that makes it possible for them to expierience things like that.

I even asked her mom if anything had been said to the little one like that, and she said no. I think it really gave her some peace of mind to know that thier daddy still checks on them.

That same weekend, I was driving with them to a party that was about a 30 min drive. And before I got on the freeway, I whispered "Alright, Uncle, I've got your girls, keep us safe."

No joke, 2 Harley's (He was a major Harley guy) pulled up right behind us and followed me onto the freeway and got off on the next exit. I knew he was with us that day.

[Graleyne]

Originally Posted by LuvnmyYorkie

My uncle, who was also one of my best friends, died in a motorcycle accident almost 2 years ago. He was 36 and had twins that are 17 and two girls, ages 2 & 3 from a woman who was his fiance.

About 6 months after he died, his fiance was getting ready to move from California to Arkansas to live with his mother and I took the girls for the weekend so she could pack.

I was playing with the girls, waiting for my boyfriend to get out of the shower so we could go eat, and I grabbed the 3 year old's foot and smelled it and told her "Whew!! Stinky feet!" and she laughed and told me "My daddy thinks its funny too."

And I just went along and said " Yeah, he thinks they smell too!"

Then she told me, "He comes to see me allll the time." And I told her, "Thats because he loves you very much." (I was just going along so not to confuse her about anything)

And thats when she told me "He wears a white shirt and white pants."

I just started crying, and ran in to tell my boyfriend what she had said. He asked me if I doubted it, and I didn't. He said that its their innosence that makes it possible for them to expierience things like that.

I even asked her mom if anything had been said to the little one like that, and she said no. I think it really gave her some peace of mind to know that thier daddy still checks on them.

That same weekend, I was driving with them to a party that was about a 30 min drive. And before I got on the freeway, I whispered "Alright, Uncle, I've got your girls, keep us safe."

No joke, 2 Harley's (He was a major Harley guy) pulled up right behind us and followed me onto the freeway and got off on the next exit. I knew he was with us that day.

How sweet is that?! That gave me chills and brought tears to my eyes.

[adorame]

Our house is over 100 years old and was always owned by the same family until we bought it last August. The house next door has always been in the same family too and they have given us some history on the house, so at least we have some sort of information to go on.

First of Mrs. Walker was getting unable to care for herself and her Daughter wanted to place her in a home because she was unable to care for her herself. Mrs. Walker loved the house so much she wanted to stay real bad. She got real sick and was put in the nursing home and died 2 months later. Her Daughter placed the house up for sale because she did not need it, She herself is in her late 60's and she has her own place with her Husband. The house was one the market for 1 year and 8 months before we got it. I fell in love with the woodwork and pocket doors. It is very charming.

We have had a bunch of strange things happen, like the window A/C turned on all by it's self last year in october. You have to press a button on the control panel for it to come on or press the remote, My kids were in bed and I was out on the couch so no one touched it. I had to get up and turn the sucker off 3 different times before I unpledged it. we also had the boy's game system put in the basement so that they could play wy we had on Tv shows, well one day they come running up the stars all scared and said they were playing and back in the very end of the basement is were the Dryer is and it went on all by itself,I went down and turned it off. 3 days later my husband was down by his work bench and the same thing happened to him.

I think hat it was Mrs. Walker, She did not want to leave her house at all. I was thinking of having the house blessed but nothing bad has happen and we just feel that Mrs. Walker is still looking after her much loved house.

[Doodlebug]

Originally Posted by IluvLucy

Aaaaah, OK - that explains it

When he died, several strange things happened.

His watch stopped at the time he died. A clock I gave him in the shape of a chicken (long story, we had chickenhouses) stopped at the same time. The cell phone he carried 24/7 because of his job died.

The DOT (where he worked) brought his work pickup to the funeral and the graveside service. It was nearly new and had never given any problems. After the graveside service, it wouldn't crank and had to be towed back to his office.

Strange that you mention this. When my mom died her microwave oven stopped working and her big basement freezer stopped working. We knew the microwave had been working because we had been using it. The food all thawed out in the freezer and we threw it all away. There may have been other things that quit working that I can't remember. It was strange.

[Kbsqueff]

It's been quite a while now, but I'm curious... how's the house??

[nvnvgirl]

Oh my gosh! I almost had a heart attack when I saw this old thread resurrected and thought it was NEW!!! Aerrica is in a new house that she loves (I think she loves it anyway, now that DUG is gone)...oh I was feeling so dejected thinking you were unhappy now with the new house!! I'm so glad that it isn't the case b/c it's such a cute home!