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Posted by Donna, SPIRITS client. Exerpts from her MySpace page Paranormal Diary:
Sunday, July 19, 2009
Activity Up. What's in the Air?
Category: Dreams and the Supernatural
I cannot help but notice that the strange and unusual is happening A LOT right now - both at work and at home.
* A couple nights ago the sound of an acrylic glass being thrown against a wall and bouncing around the floor to a standstill was very clear - both the cat and I heard it. I got up to see and of course, none of our acrylic glasses were on the floor. Does it really matter if one was? The point is, no one was in there to do it.
* Last night I turned out the light and rolled over onto my left side to die. (When I sleeps I sleeps.) I felt a hand stroke the back of my head. Thought husband had come in but no one was there.
So goeth the SPIRITS client blog....
Sunday, January 18, 2009
This Animal Psychic Thing...
Category: Dreams and the Supernatural
I ran into the lady we got our cat Analissa from. She runs a feline rescue locally so comes across tons and tons of kitties. When we adopted our cat, her official name was Amber, but that had tobe changed.
I told her we had changed her name from Amber to Analissa.
She stood in stunned silence for a moment...then she proceeded to tell me a lady named Annalisa (spelled this way) had been Analissa's rescuer.
If ever there was proof for me that animals can communicate psychically, this is it.
Anyone out there have similar stories to share? I'd love to hear them!
Wednesday, October 08, 2008
A report from the dog...
Category: Dreams and the Supernatural
Well, actually, I am doing the reporting FOR the dog since she can't type so well...
This evening about 7:15 p.m. my daughter heard the dog bark - the dog HAD been on her pillow in the living room - but had gotten up and was growling in a threatening fashion and staring at the front door. No, she does not do this unless there is actually a stranger at the door - and then she barks; doesn't growl. She moved slowly towards the dining room area, all the while keeping her face towards the entry way.
For us it isn't a question of WHAT she saw, but WHO she saw.
March 25, 2005
I have seen Snooters scamper by on the floor numerous times, as has Bryan. And its always the time when we're distracted and busy doing something else - it startles you into looking directly over there, but then you see nothing. Does that make sense?
December 17, 2004
My sweetest little injured squirrel, Snooters, came to me after Hurricane Frances; he was paralyzed, and consequently stayed very close to me as I had to feed him and give him physical therapy and all the little tasks that made him "my baby." Anyway, it's been an awfully long week and a half since his passing.
A few days after he passed, I had brought Clover (another little hurricane survivor) out for some pictures - Bryan thought it would cheer me up to do this, which it did. Earlier this week I was going through the pictures, trying to decide which one would be the best to use for a squirrelly email Christmas card. It wasn't until closer inspection that I realized there was an orb right next to Clover, somewhat higher than she is, on HER right side.
In my heart of hearts I believe Snoots came back for a visit.
January 21, 2004
I am not normally a jumpy person - I have worked for the state too long to let much faze me, but today I got a little bit unnerved - I was sitting right here at the desk, typing away to a rehabber friend of mine about our squirrels, and a repeat of yesterday occurred. You are familiar with "mandatory' sliding glass doors all Florida homes seem to have. And we have all seen and heard (or even done it ourselves) walked right in to one. It's certainly embarrassing, and quite loud. The glass can be seen to rattle a bit. This happened yesterday and I chalked it up to our next-door neighbor doing some renovations on his home. Today's, however, was full-throttle "boom!"
It wasn't a garbage truck; those noises come through the ground. Sonic booms usually affect all windows. I checked for our neighbor next door but no one was home. There was no Coast Guard chopper in site.
Both cats had been sleeping, and usually if there is a loud noise, such as those our neighbor makes hammering or dropping wood, their heads spin towards the source of the noise. Cassie, my older cat, got up from her spot on the sofa and ran to the glass door, looking up at it. The young squirrel I have indoors at this time became extremely agitated - he is my "sweet" baby and very social; I've never seen him to do this before.) Again, there was no one home with me, so none of this can be validated, but I AM making a log, per your suggestion. This is not the first instance of activity around these kinds of doors.
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Submitted 11-01-09
Hello,
I searched the internet this morning for anything to do with animal ghosts. Why? Because last night as I sat in the living room relaxing in the reclining chair, I saw a black shape about a foot off the floor and crazy as it sounds it was in the shape of a cat. I do not have any cats only two standard poodles. This shape walk along the couch as though it was rubbing itself. I froze in my chair as the shape turned and started toward me, it disappeared as it got about 2 foot away from me. Then I felt its weight on my legs it curled up and laid on my legs, I could feel the weight on me as it formed a circle. I know this sounds mean but I was scared so I fliped the afgan I had on my legs, up and heard a thump on the floor and no longer felt the weight. Is this a ghost cat? should I do anything about this?
(Editor's advice: This is an unusual expereince for a shadow animal. I did ask if they had a recently deceased pet and suggested that if they didn't want the cat there, to tell it to leave).
The response: The only thing that we can think of that might be the cause of the "cat visitor" was; we had a stray cat coming around once in a while and I would give it some food. We recently found that stray cat dead along the road at the foot of our driveway and my husband took the body and buried it in our back yard.
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Submitted 7-11-2010
My husband came across your site and wanted me to write you about the evidence we got from our home about 'ghost' animals. We thought it was pretty cool, since we don't have any cats or dogs, my husband is deathly allergic to cats, I joke with him about not having to worry about this one. We are owners of the Haunted Dollhouse Cam, and here is the link to the capture one of our viewers got last year. Its animated and really awesome! Here is a link to the post in our forum: Ghost Cat If you would like me to send you the original gif or would like anymore information please don't hesitate to contact me.
Thanks!
Traci Watkins
Knight Paranormal Investigation
Ghost Walk Productions, LLC
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Spirit of a Tree Frog
Posted with permission.
I'm 12 years old and live in New Zealand. I've recently started to listen to paranormal pets as i also listen too horsing around. I love paranormal things and i believe in things like that i would tell my friends my experiences but they would believe me, i haven't yet seen human ghosts but pet one's yes recently, my wee pet tree frog died and i was very upset and one cold night after he died i felt something wet and small on my face i got up and was about to brush it off but before my hand reached my face it was gone i thought it was a spider and i freaked out nothing was there then in the corner of my eye i saw my frog siting on my solder instead screaming i felt safe and OK i went to pat him but he was gone that was the only time i saw him but not the only time iv seen other ghost pets i want to tell you and contact you about my experience this happens to me a lot as i see what some other people can't see.
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Cat Ghost
Posted with permission by B.C.
Despite how dead (so to speak) this group has become (thanks Facebook), I thought I should post about my ghost cat.
I've lived in this apartment for two years now. It is actually 2 condo apartments that I've combined into a single unit. It took about 6 months to do the renovation on the first apartment, then another 3 months for rehabbing the second apartment to become my master suite and laundry room. I don't recall much of anything happening when I first moved in while the second unit was still being worked on and I was furnishing the first. Of course, moving into an empty new place that is still under construction means that the whole atmosphere is unsettled. However, about 2 months after I moved in, I got a pair of 5 month old littermate kittens. That's when I started noticing things.
At first, I thought Maurice and Endora were just crazy kittens. (BTW, they were Jack and Diane when I got them, but I couldn't live hearing that song in my mind every time I called them. So I renamed them after Samantha's parents.) They would play together running up and down the hallway, wrestling each other, climb on top of anything and everything (including the upper cabinets in the kitchen). But other times, one would be with me while the other would be doing the same playing alone. Kittens do that. Don't they? It's not really unusual. Is it? Now I had a cat growing up but I never remembered her doing that sort of play alone, but I just thought it was my memory. Rebel lived to be 16 so most of my memories of her were as a middle aged, mature, and very old cat.
At first, I just thought there was some bug they were chasing. Or perhaps a piece of dust. (Maybe even a fairy. LOL). However, any cat caretaker knows what it feels like when a cat jumps onto the bed. I would feel that behind me, turn over expecting to see one or the other, and there would be no cat. Or I would feel a cat lie down next to me, reach down to scratch whoever's head but neither Maurice nor Dora were there. Now this was only an occasional occurrence. Occasional enough that I could convince myself that I was just imagining things. Like the monster in the closet. After Dora went into heat at 10 months, I hurriedly got both cats altered (no kittens, please) and they calmed down quite a bit. But still they would play alone as if they were playing with another cat. My friends would say, "Your cats are strange."
Then about 4 months ago, I added TC to the family. Her caretaker was offered a position in Florida and was unable to take her with him. The initials stand for "Tabby Cat." Unimaginative, but she had the name for almost 2 years before I got her so it sticks. Integrating a new cat into a household with a bonded pair is pretty touchy. She is an affectionate cat, but being thrust into a new home with two others made her very wary. It has been the usual hissy fits, growling and squabbling between her and my pair. But I noticed that even when Maurice and Dora were in the other room, TC would suddenly become alert and start to growl at nothing. In the past month, TC has started the running and playing alone that the others do also. The incidences of the cat jumping into bed feeling have also increased since I got her. Now I feel it once or twice a day if not more often when I'm on the laptop in bed. I can't say that I'm imagining it anymore either. When the three are in ! their respective places in my room: Dora on her chair, Maurice on the cat rack, and TC on the floor, I often feel the ghost kitty jump up on the bed. It's not frightening to me and they don't seem to be disturbed by it.
Now this building was built in 1926 so the possibility of many spirits being attached to it would not surprise me. But talking with my neighbors, I learned that just before I bought the first unit a woman was evicted from the unit below. Actually they said "hauled away." The reason she was evicted was that she was the proverbial crazy cat lady. They didn't know how many cats she had, but they said it took weeks to clean the unit out. Now I imagine this phantom feline might have been one of hers or drawn to the building because of her cats. (While I was typing the last sentence, Dora was at foot of the bed and I felt the ghost kitty join us on the bed.)
While most people think of cats as being loners, feral females form feline families. (Love alliteration that just comes out). Several females will work together to protect and raise each others kittens. I guess it is not inconceivable that a spirit cat would be drawn first to my kittens and feel more like one of the family when I added the third. If I do have a ghost kitty, that will make this apartment my third place with some sort of ghost. I guess it is one of the perks of vintage places along with interesting building details and solid construction.
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Submitted Feb. 11, 2013:
Hey! I thought of you this morning when I woke up and thought about a dream I had last night. I've mentioned before that I frequently have dreams of dead relatives and friends. Last night, I had my first experience with having one of my deceased pets come back to say hi in a dream! It was wild! We lost him in 2006 when he was about seven years old when he ran out of the house and my parents didn't realize it. When he did come home, 10 weeks later, he was so dehydrated and sick that he had to be put to sleep. The story still brings tears to my eyes. In the dream, he was so healthy and no longer mentally ill, as we think he must have been, and I swear he was carrying on a telepathic conversation with me. Amazing!
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Plethora of animals, submitted March 8, 2013
Sora of animal ghosts
Feel free to use these as you please, just credit them to me. Link back to the art site is appreciated, but not necessary.
I’ve had pets from the time I was 5 until just recently. I’ve always bonded with them on a level I achieve with precious few human beings. They are more like my friends and children than “just pets” as most people consider them. I’ve loved and lost many animals in 42 years. But, I haven’t truly lost them. Often they come back and sometimes not in a solid form. I’ve had all manner of things happen, from the phantom clicking of claws on tile, to spectral rabbits racing through the kitchen and the tickle of little furry bodies against my calf in greeting. These are just a few of the experiences I’ve accrued.
Dooks From Beyond
I got interested in ferrets around the year 2000. From that time on I had ferrets. I went through seven of them all told. It was both a great joy and a great sorrow. They are bright, vibrant, lively little creatures which will make you laugh to the point you almost pee your pants. However, they’re also frail and poor breeding in the pet trade has made them extremely susceptible to pancreatic and kidney cancers, adrenal diseases and immuno-deficiency issues. They can also tend to be rather short-lived. So, I went through pairs and singles as one or another would get sick and die or just pass from age. After all of that, I decided having to provide their hospice care was taking too great a toll on me and that I just couldn’t do it anymore no matter how much I enjoyed the dear little things.
My third pair, Lilo and Nani, had been adopted to keep elder Freya company after we lost my first ferret, Loki, and rescues Ramen and Noodles to adrenal disease and pancreatic cancer. Ferrets are very social creatures and they do better when they are part of a group, called a business. It’s an amusing term considering the only business a ferret ever gets up to is monkey business. It wasn’t until that third pair that I realized the previous ferrets were still with us. After Freya passed due to a combination of age and adrenal disease, we had been forced to get a new cage for the girls because Nani, ever the terror of the house, had figured out that she could pry open the door of the old cage. No matter what I did to secure it, she figured out how to squeeze her way out. We moved to a new apartment not long after. We’d just gotten settled into our slightly bigger place and were flopped on the sofa watching TV as the girls dozed on one of the lower levels of their deluxe condo cage. I felt and heard a faint rustle behind my head. Apparently, my boyfriend felt it, too. We both followed the sound as it moved from the back of the sofa toward the new ferret cage. Then, with a jangle of the metal clips it hung from, the hammock in the top level of the cage moved as if a ferret had run across it. I caught a glimpse of a whitish streak zooming through the cage and we both heard the distinct dook-dook-dook sound of a ferret doing the “weasel war dance”. We just kind of blinked, look at each other and started laughing.
I said, “Hmmm. Apparently we have ghost ferrets.”
He said, “Well, that explains some of the stuff I’ve been seeing and hearing.”
And we went on about our relaxation time. It’s funny how you get used to the weirdness that can creep into your life.
The Cat Came Back
Right before I moved north to New Jersey to live with my best friend and her partner, my 14 year old cat, Pixie, went into kidney failure and had to be humanely euthanized on New Year’s Day 2012. I was devastated. I’d gotten her as a tiny kitten that didn’t even fill up the palm of my hand not long after my mother passed away. She was my little sanity keeper. Without her, I’m pretty sure I would have had a total breakdown while I was mourning.
Pixie and I went through a lot together. I managed to keep her even through being first totally homeless and then extremely nomadic for about two years. She stayed with me through numerous moves and a few relationships that went bad. She grew up and gradually went from an energetic, playful and capricious thing who lived up to her name to a sassy old woman who took no guff. We got on well because we were both a couple of cranks who had both had quite enough of foolishness and refused to put up with it any longer.
With all that we had been through, I wasn’t at all surprised when, a few days after she had been put down, I felt the all too familiar sensation of Pixie jumping up onto the bed in front of my belly. As she always had, she crept her way around my feet and then up along my back. In her usual bratty manner she trod on my pillow, pulling my hair as she circled back around to curl at the small of my back to settle in and purr. Later I was awakened by the familiar sound of her dropping to the floor and then jumping up into my computer chair. In the morning, she continued her rituals by bouncing on my head at the usual wake up time so I could feed her.
I wondered if this was going to continue once I moved away from Texas. Not only did it continue, but Pixie also decided that now that she had her Auntie Beth and Sissy Fuzzy around again that she should pest them as well. Not long after I got my room set up, I was passing from the hall to my best friend’s room and caught a glimpse of bright white Pixie sitting in the bark upholstered computer chair out of the corner of my eye. That was my first clue she’d followed me up. That night, I felt her creeping around the bed. A week later, I heard my friend yelp and went rushing to her thinking she’d hurt herself.
I found her giggling and saying, “Your cat decided to come and tickle my leg!” She told me she’d felt something brush her leg where it was hanging off the bed and had caught a glimpse of Pixie’s mottled tail disappearing into her bed.
Every now and then, her cat Fuzzy acts as if something has pounced on her when nothing is around her. Sometimes I’ll see things that hang on my walls suddenly sway as if swatted. Less often, at night especially, I will hear the little burbling sounds which were her usual vocalizations. With Fuzzy being rather elderly and with a somewhat psycho old Shih Tzu in the house, we just can’t take in another pet. It would be too crowded and not good for the two elders. I figure she’s waiting around for the time when she can take on a physical form again. When it’s time, I’ll happily have her back.
The Spectral Bandit
When I moved north to live with my best friend in NJ, knowing that I was sensitive to spirits, she warned me that there was at least one she was aware of in the house. She said there was an old man who seemed to just kind of move through the house checking on things. What she didn’t know was that there were actually more than just the old man around. It didn’t take me long to realize it. But, having been around ghosts since I was a child because the ability to communicate with them runs in the family, it didn’t bother me. They can startle me at times making sudden loud noises or rushing at my face in dim light, but they don’t scare me. So I got settled in, pretty much ignoring the occasional knocks, footsteps or shadows moving in rooms which I knew were empty. The problem with being able to see and communicate with ghosts is that they know it and they’re always trying to get your attention. It can get pretty annoying at times, actually.
There was a week where I kept hearing what sounded like things being knocked over in the kitchen and living room. Sometimes it sounded like all the plastic containers in one of the cabinets were crashing and skittering across the floor. There’s a cat in the house, but she’s old and generally doesn’t jump up on shelves and counters. She also can’t get into the cabinets. I’d go and look, find nothing out of place and just write it off. The cat would be passed out cold in my best friend’s room or on the sofa. I figured with the electronics in my room, I might be getting some harmonic matrixing effect, hearing noises from outside or something along those lines. Being accustomed to weirdness, I just go with the flow. Well, one night, I’d had a bowl of ice cream for a late snack. I stepped out to take the dish back to the kitchen. After my best friend and her partner go to bed, the house is pretty much dark from my door down to the other end. As I made my way to the switch at the end of the hall to turn on the light, I heard some noises coming from the kitchen. At first I thought it was just the dog in there getting some food. It kind of sounded like that at first.
I turned on the hall light and realized the dog was on the sofa. As I heard more noises, he looked at the kitchen and then looked at me and kind of shivered. I scowled, thinking maybe the cat was in there. So I went quickly across the living room, figuring I’d startle her out of whatever she was getting into. I reached up to pull the chain on the light on the ceiling fan and out of the corner of my eye I see a shape perched on the counter next to the stove. I was just about to yell at the cat when I realized the shape was much too big to be the cat. I jumped, thinking that, somehow, some critter has gotten into the house and immediately turned to face it to see what it was. What I saw was a big raccoon on the counter. It looked solid at first. Then, I realized I couldn’t smell it. I know they have a very distinct musky smell because I had one get into an outside storage closet once. I looked closer and noticed that it was somewhat transparent. I could faintly see the blender through it.
I said, “Hey, you! What do you think you’re doing in our kitchen?!”
It looked startled and turned, sitting up on its haunches. Its eyes were a faintly luminous green like a flashlight beam was being pointed into them. It had its paws at its chest and I got the impression of ears flicking and nose twitching. It struck me as kind of funny right then that I was standing there at two in the morning chastising a ghost raccoon in the kitchen. I started laughing softly.
“Well? Go on, then. Get out!” I made a shooing motion at it. “You’re not allowed in the house!”
It then hopped off the counter and sort of dissipated through the floor like smoke as it hit it. From that time on, I’ve not seen it again. I figure it was relying on the fact that most people didn’t see it to keep its activity covert. Now that it knows I can see and hear it, it doesn’t come into the house. I do sometimes here him rattling about out around the patio and the trash cans. But nothing is ever out of place and the trash hasn't been gotten into any time I've heard it.
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Submitted July 2013:
Mandy
Oklahoma
Back in 1996 we discovered someone had slaughtered our beloved male yorkie. We found his body and gave him the proper burial. Before he died when he wanted on our bed he would bark a high pitched bark over and over until you finally let him on your bed. Well, after he had died a few weeks passed and I wake up in the middle of the night to him barking. I said come on Bud get up here. Half asleep I didn't realize he wasn't there and he kept barking. So I opened my eyes and saw him sitting on the floor, so I was like fine come here and reached for him...and poof he was gone into mid air. As you could imagine I woke up startled and realized it was his ghost but covered my head and went to sleep. Then I later found out my brother had the same experience.
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uSubmitted 3/12/2017 via Facebook:
I had a interesting experience 2 nights ago. I had fallen on my way to the restroom, (happens to often), but for once I managed to get up on my own and hobbled back to bed. I was drifting off to sleep and the foot of my bed shook. I called my wifes name thinking she had stepped in to check on me, but no answer. Then I asked Annabelle??? and heard a low whimper. She has been gone a month, but when she was alive and could no longer hop on the bed to check on me, she would do so by bumping her body against the bed. It didn't spook me, made me feel intensely loved and I fell asleep.
