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Over time, we at Mystical Blaze have gotten hundreds of submissions of paranormal occurrences by readers of this website. They are all fascinating, and as such, we have decided to devote a page to them. If you have a great true ghost story, we'd love to hear it - just email Blaze using the link below. If you have submitted in the past and we have not responded, please submit again, as we get spammed with thousands of bogus emails a week, and despite trying to be careful, we likely overlooked it. My apologies to those who have not gotten responses. We look forward to hearing from YOU! From Tracie 09/27/2009 - Subject: GRIM REAPER
My name is Tracie, I was just reading some of your
explanations and theories after stumbling onto your page, and I came upon
the Grim Reaper
page. I can't tell you enough about how amazed I was and still I'm sort
of in a type of panic/ excitement over it. You see, when I was 9 yrs old
I saw it, I was just writing about it 2 days ago after taking my aunt's
advice about keeping a journal of all the paranormal episodes I get. This
is what I wrote In my Journal :
I grew up in a quiet town called Chadwicks, living
with my grandparents along with my 2 younger sisters, 2 uncles and my
Great Grandma K. For the most part I was a normal 9 yr old, I loved horses,
the outdoors and day dreaming. My world was perfect and thought nothing
would ever change, but I soon found out, with life, everything changes.
My first paranormal experience was when I was only 9 yrs old. I remember Douglas (my younger cousin) and I playing out back at his house on Elm St. in Chadwicks, it was getting dark so we decided to go in, as we stood up and headed for the driveway I saw a dark shadowy figure of what I thought was a man, but with no distinct features of a face, or any other body parts; just a black shadowy cloak, like what you see in movies on a grim reaper, it had it's hands inside the other hand's sleeve in front of his chest. I remember an overwhelming sense of fear that came over me and wanting to get away from him. When I turned to run the shadow man was standing right in front of me just barely inches away. (At the time, because I was so young, I thought it had to be at least 7 ft tall, but because of my size I'm not too sure exactly how big he was, I do know that in order to look at where his face was I had to tilt my head almost completely back in order to see). I froze In my tracks; horrified that in just a blink of an eye it could be right in front of me like that. I looked up at where his face would be, but again, there was nothing but a deep, empty hole of the darkest of all dark, it was so black you could feel yourself almost fall into it, like being hypnotized and trying to find something, something you could see through it, but just couldn't. As I stand there, inches away, it began to whisper, it sounded like an echo that's been carried by the wind from a great distance, but at the same time, it sounded close, very hard to explain. It just kept whispering over and over "SOMEONE'S GOING TO DIE". By the third or fourth time it said this I some how found the courage to run past him, I remember I was so completely terrified that I didn't look back, not even to see what Douglas was doing or where he was. I ran straight home and soon found the courage to confide in my grandfather about it, with how close we were and still are I thought he would understand and explained it all away so I would no longer have to be afraid, but he had no answer, no comforting explanation for me to grasp onto. Soon after I told my mother, she said my grandmother had a similar experience long ago, and shortly after that her first husband died. A few days after seeing the shadow man my great grandma K. passed away. I dreamt of her the night she went to God, she was beautiful and she told me that where she is now is beautiful. She said she couldn't wait for me to see it. She said going to the light took all her pain away. As we talked I noticed she was sitting in an old wooden rocking chair, she had a cigarette in her hand, and she had on her favorite green button up sweater. At nine years old I didn't know she was in such a great deal of pain, it wasn't until only a few years ago that I learned she had cancer, and I never knew she had a rocking chair, in fact only a very few people knew about the chair because for years it sat up in the attic and no body ever really went up their for anything. I hope this wasn't too long, like I said I wrote it 2 days ago, and when I read your page I couldn't believe how similar my story is to what you wrote; what it looked like, how tall it was, that it spoke, just everything, It brought back the memories like a title wave. The following year I had seen it again and I wrote that one down in my journal as well, it was more animated this time and laughed at me, what it was doing makes me know that it new who was going to die next and exactly how as well, but because this e-mail is so long already and I'm not sure if you will even get this I will save it for later if you are interested in hearing it. From George 06/09/09 - Subject: AFTERLIFE In response to your page about the afterlife I would like to share my experience with you on this subject. The first experience I had is when my mother had died. I was 17 at the time . My wife (then girlfriend) and I were sitting in the viewing room at the funeral home. No one else was there at the time. All of a sudden my mother sat up, turned her head, and smiled at us. Then shortly after, she laid back down .We looked at each other and at the same time said "did you see that?" At first I thought it was her body that had risen but when she laid back down I could see it was her spirit. The two came together and it was like seeing through a 35 mm camera when one would focus on an image. My wife (then girlfriend) had only met my mother once before, as she was at the time not allowed to see me due to me not belonging to their faith (she was Jewish and I not). So mass hysteria simply does not fit in this case. My mother and I were very close and I was not there at the hospital the day she passed on. To me it was her way of saying good bye. I told my father what had happened and he said that she had appeared to him as well, and told him that she was all right and not to worry. On one other occasion the idea of dream contact came. This was something I had no idea could happen until it did. I had a dream that my brother had died. He committed suicide in the dream he said he was sorry and that he was all right and I should not worry. I then got a call from his neighbor telling me he had died and how. This was on the same day I had the dream. Not sure why things like this have happened to me over the years, too many to mention, but as far as I am concerned we are all connected to other planes of existence.
From Anonymous - 09/07/07
- Subject POSSIBLE GHOSTLY APPARITION
I grew up in the 1950's
in a small coal mining town in the Anthrecite Coal region of Pennsylvania.
My town was small and not a very exciting place to 'call home.'
My eerie experience took place in early fall.
The town was small
and youngsters would take turns 'hanging out' on friend's porches and
just horsing around. When night came there wasn't much to do....
Most of the lighting came from street lamps at the beginnings and ends
of streets.
One of my friends
lived on the street located at the base of the mountain. Several
of us kids gathered there to just 'hang out'. My friend's family
had a dog. He was a Heinz 57 Variety type and very friendly.
He had a greeting for everyone who came to the house or just passed by
on the sidewalk.
We kids were sitting
about the porch one evening and we noticed a stranger walking down the
sidewalk. We paid no attention. The individual was dressed
in dark clothes and didn't seem to be looking about, 'he' was just walking
along. 'He' passed our porch and the dog didn't do a thing.
Well, the dog actually laid a flat as he could on the porch and whimpered.
Again, we kids paid no attention but we did look down the street after
the stranger passed and we saw no one. This was a one time experience.
The dog was his usual self after the incidence and I don't remember any
of us thinking that we may have experienced any thing paranormal.
From Chelle - 02/01/06 - Subject RED MIST
History:
I had always been a dreamer and recall vividly many of my dreams when
I was 3-yrs-old. If dreams disturbed me, I'd call to wake up Mama
and feel a presence keep me company until she got there. For me,
the presence came in the form of a manly-leaf outside my window.
I took the leaf to be happy until one evening, when I woke from a dream
of my parents death.
I cried out to Mama who did not come. I thought she was mad at me.
I felt a familiar presence and looked behind me at my window. My
leaf had become menacing with such a sinister expression almost one of
chiding. I stuck my tongue out at it and remember screaming to it,
" I don't like you! You are not my friend. Go away.
Don't ever visit me again!" Mama never came that night and the leaf
never visited me again.
A few nights later, Mom and Dad were playing Mahjong with Ray and Fong
Fu. Mom told them the story from her perspective. She heard
me screaming and talking to someone. She woke and felt a very strong
force covering her. She tried to clear her eyes because all she
could see was the light from the hallway moving and covering her bed.
That light was a red mist. She said that as she tried
to wake my father, the red mist sucked her breath away and she was sure
she was dying. (Nearly 14 years later, both my parents died, six
months apart one on April 23rd of 75, the other on October 23rd of 75.)
Ray and Fong Fu explained that the Chinese call what she experienced,
"The Kiss of Death". They say she was visited by the spirit of death.
This made them all sad as I recall.
I write this to you folks because one of my friends and massage clients
has told me that he was visited by a red mist last week in his living
room. It wasn't going after him as it had my mother and father,
nearly burying them where they had been sleeping. Instead, it patiently
seemed to be observing him, began to change into something with more human-like
qualities, then fled through the ceiling across the room. This coming
Sunday, I'll be doing a massage to work out some hotspots in his upper
body. I'm having sympathetic pains already, possibly heart or pulmonary
related. Any advice how I should meditate to, find out the message
of this appearance so that I can better treat my client?
I've perused everything on the www that had red mist related apparitions
and found no reference to the Chinese Ghost of Death.
From Gerard - 01/13/06 - Subject GHOST Hey I found your site in the search for what Ghosts
exactly are. Gerard From Laurie - 01/11/06 - Subject DIMENSIONAL PORTAL I believe I live in the vicinity of a portal/vortex. I live in Colchester (oldest recorded town, roman) Apparently the site I live on was a roman burial ground? And also a monastery!!!. I moved to my property in Jan 2003 and by June 2004, I started taking a real interest in psychic studies. My sensitivity increased and I became perceptive of spirits and spirit feelings. I believe I am also on a ley line which runs for several miles through my area parallel to an old roman dyke. The specific area is in an old converted 1800 house. (my neighbours). They have had mediums and ghost hunters evaluate their house as there was apparently poltergeist and spirit activity. I have taken pictures of the area and it does appear that there are orbs about. I also believe there is an old well beneath the car park. There are different spots in the house where it is consistently cold and the feeling is not normal. Whether geopathic stress is present , I am unaware, but the trees surrounding the area are very old and quite massive. My neighbours get a little too over excited about these things. Their 13 year old daughter moved out about 9 months ago and things quietened down (probably significant with poltergeist activity). It would be interesting to look into and investigate my domain and area. I don’t know if you will find this interesting or not, just for your information. Sorry about the spelling, at work!!!!!. Cheers, Laurie. From Caroline 01/03/06 - Subject: HAUNTED FLAT
In 1950 (approx.) when I was seven, my Mother went
away for a few days to look after her mother. On the evening of her return,
I was in bed awaiting her arrival. My bedroom was at the back of the mews
flat in which we lived, in Paddington. I was wide awake, listening for
her key in the door, and looking at the wide, vertical patch on light
on my bedroom wall opposite the slightly open bedroom door, the light
coming from the ceiling lamp hung over the stairs. It was dark in the
room, being winter, and the only 'window' was a skylight through which
no light filtered whatsoever. Only my father was at home, sitting reading
in the lounge, with my dog lying next to him before the fire.
Suddenly, a shadow appeared on the patch of light.
A very long, spindly hand very slowly came into view, followed by another,
held at 'waist' level as though whatever it was, was creeping. The next
moment, the shadow showed a head in profile, having a long, hooked nose,
an upward-turned pointed chin and a tall, tapering, pointed cap. I could
see long, thin, spindly legs walking with an exaggerated creeping motion,
on tip-toe, and taking care to move as stealthily as possible. The knees
came up high, the figure was partially bent - hunched over - and the hands,
before disappearing out of view as the being crossed the lighted patch,
described a sort of circular motion as though trying to be as silent as
possible before reaching its goal. The encounter took place in absolute
silence, and there was neither smell nor perceptible heat change.
I am unsure how long this experience took, but I should
say 10 - 15 seconds. I remember freezing with terror, and I felt (or thought
I felt) my heart stop beating for a moment or two.
When the creature has gone, I was soon able to scream
to my father. He was sitting reading the newspaper, and I could hear the
rustle as my cry startled him. he came to my door, and I told him I had
seen a little man. he had a look round, and said neither he, nor Junior,
my fox terrier, had moved for the past half hour. I was a physically and
mentally healthy child, and not subject to night terrors, sleep paralysis
or nightmares.
The family finally left the flat when my parents retired
in 1975. Often when a student at St Mary's Hospital Med School, Paddington,
I would remain in the flat to study over weekends while my parents went
to what would be their eventual childhood home. I wasn't in the least
scared of being alone as such, but was so petrified of being along in
that particular flat that, on Friday evenings after my parents had left,
and I returned having seen my boyfriend off at Victoria station, that
it would require all my courage to go in. I checked all bolts thoroughly,
left lights on throughout, and even turned the taps on, and the radio,
to blot out any potential sounds that might occur, or keep feared spirits
away. Throughout my time in the flat, I often heard a tapping on my bedroom
door, exactly like someone tapping lightly with long finger nails. No
one else saw or heard such things, although my Mother, who 'didn't believe
in ghosts', once saw her father who had died some 25 years before (but
had never been in life, to the flat). he called her 'Bert, Bert' - no
one ever called her that, or indeed by her real name of Bertha. She was
washing some clothes at the time, and thought my father who had just left
the flat, had come back and was playing a joke on her.
She wiped her hands and walked from the bathroom hand
basin into her and father's bedroom, and there was her Father, in his
usual work clothes, normal coloration etc - he smiled, stayed a few seconds
and left. Once when I was still quite small, I found y bedclothes pulled
back from where they were tucked in, and folded over the wooden end of
the bed, where they were partly tucked underneath the foot end.
I hope this account is of interest to you. my experiences
started me on a lifelong search for further experiences of the paranormal.
I continue to look for them to this day.
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