Do you have any bizarre experiences from childhood that, to this day you'd swear were real, although intellectually, as an adult, you know that they couldn't have been?

I was abducted by aliens.

Funny you should ask this. I’m pretty sure now that it was a dream, but for some reason I always remember a time when I was little that I literally rolled down the stairs of my house on day (like in the cartoons).

I thought I saw ghosts when I was young, too. I was maybe 10 or 11… thereabouts. I was with three of my friends, they all saw the same thing I saw (we were in a church after hours – we saw a funeral procession of transparent people, who actually noticed us and stopped marching and looked at us, at which point we RAN!). We were old enough that I don’t think it was all my imagination, especially because they all remember the same thing, too.

I mostly just try not to think about it, since I doubt I’ll have an answer in my lifetime. But I do think that there is some truth to what we call the “supernatural” – and that science just hasn’t gotten there yet.

My friends and I used to pretend we had super powers, and sometimes when we would say things like wind blow now the wind would start to blow. Seemed like us making it blow now, but obviously that isn’t real.

3 of my friends and I were playing with a Ouija board one night. My friend asked what the ‘spirit’s’ name was, we got an answer, then she asked if he was with us right then. When the boared said yes, we squealed, jumped and folded the board away and put it in the closet with the door shut. I haven’t touched one since. —It also said I would marry a man named Ken Tift-Where are you?—

I saw a three foot long frog and two giant green glowing hands sticking out of the wall in church or synagogue. at the time I thought the hands looked fake. I thought that everyone else could see them. apart from that, a few of the more conventional out of body and poltergeist experiences. if I told you all about the poltergeist experience, it would sound like a total lie, so I won’t elaborate.

I used to have dreams, all the time I was growing up. Always different locations etc but the same thing happening. The same man was always chasing me. I had no idea who he was, but I was very frightened of him. I never really saw his whole face just his eyes and they were almost black. no colour to his pupils just very very dark coloured eyes. He would chase and chase me and I would wake up with that awful awful feeling of falling and would wake up with such a terrible fright with my heart pounding and sweating. Horrible. Anyway, one night I was having one of these dreams and woke up and when i opened my eyes I saw him. Standing at the foot of my bed in a long dark coat maybe. My light wasn’t on but there was moonlight coming in through the gap in the curtains. I let out such a scream and snapped my bedside light on and he wasn’t there. All that was even remotely that shaped was my housecoat hanging on the back of the door. Couldn’t shake the feeling though and was literally shaking for ages afterwards. I kept the light on all night after that and couldn’t get back to sleep.

The sensible bit of my brain tells me that it was just a very realistic dream and I woke up and saw my housecoat and my panic filled brain filled in the rest, but it was really horrible and I never did find out who the man with the dark scary eyes was. I had that dream from when i was young till I got married. After I married hubby I never saw him in my dreams again. Yet another reason why hubby is my hero :-)

I do believe that anyone who uses the phrase “it’s only a dream” has never experienced a truly, truly bad one.
hugs all xx

((((@bunnygrl)))! O, poor kid! Glad hubby made it all better!

Once, when I was about 5 years old I had a dream where my mother was eaten by a shark. I woke up in the middle of the night sweating and jumped out of my bed, ran to her room and she wasn’t there, I was so scared. (She’s a stewardess, that’s why she wasn’t there).

@bvdshec17 AH!! I wonder if she was flying over water/the ocean that night!

@Val123 <hugs> I still have no idea to this day (and I’m now in my mid 40’s) who he is/was but I am ever so glad he doesn’t chase me anymore :-) maybe it stopped when I got married because I wasn’t sleeping on my own anymore, or because hubby does make me feel safe no idea but just very very happy. <hugs>

@bvdshec17 <hugs> that sounds awful <hugs>

@Val123 She was! She was flying from Lisbon to Brazil!

Maybe that’s what triggered my dream, who knows?

(My parents are Trekkies) When I was about 5, I had a dream that my dad was launched into outer space from the Starship Enterprise, and I was staying with my grandparents at the time. I called home crying like three times the next day, I was so convinced he was dead.

@holden Ah. Kids can be so heartbreaking! Their fear is absolutely real….

@Ria777 I would believe you.

@Ria777 me too!

I used to lay in my bed and knock books off the shelves of our bookcase with my mind from across the room. I also used to turn the lights off and on without touching the switch, just by using my mind. In the morning, I would pick up all the books and put them back on the shelf.

My sister, who slept in the same room, says that she doesn’t remember any such thing.

I told a half-truth. apart from the possibility that some of you guys might not believe me, first it would sound like like an utterly hoky if it happened in a horror movie and two, I don’t always like to pimp out my Fortean experiences. it would feel seedy. the experience did deviate from the classic horror movie and poltergeist model in that it happened just once, without recurrence, though as an adult I have experienced recurring poltergeist phenomena in an apartment building once.

@Ria777 LIKE WHAT??? PM me if you don’t want to go public!

This is the stupidest thing ever, but:

I was doing my homework one night in my room when I was very young- elementary or maybe middle school. I was bored and took my pen apart. I dropped the spring and couldn’t find it, so I went downstairs to get another pen since I couldn’t write with that one anymore. When I came back, the pen was back together, spring included, and worked fine. I don’t understand it to this day.

I think kids are more in tune with the supernatural. All these stories give me goosebumps. I remember once when I was 9 and my sister was 6 we had just moved and we were living in a hotel for a few months until we found a house. I shared a room with my sister and my parents were in the adjoining room. One day my sister and I were jumping on the bed and our two trunks (with clothes and stuff in them) were across from the bed on the opposite wall and I remember hearing something banging around inside the trunk. I swear the lid moved too. My sister and I froze and turned and looked at each other—we had both heard the noise. Then we jumped off the bed and ran into my parents room. They, of course, didn’t believe our story and they opened the trunks to prove to us that nothing was there. Sure enough it was just clothes. We had some trouble getting to sleep that night.

So many people seem to have had these same experiences. It’s amazing.

I’d swear that once upon a time, I could, well, fly. It wasn’t about soaring up into the sky, but when I leaped off the couch, I could stay afloat in the air by using my arms. Nothing higher than a meter off the ground, but it was an amazing feeling nonetheless.

I know that clearly, none of that is possible, but it’s still one of the most realistic memories/experiences I have.

@ubersiren I grew up in in a rather secluded country side area. There were sporaadic houses up and down the dirt road, but for all intents it was like the country. There were no streetlights, except by our house, which was at the end of a cul de sac, (sp)so it was DARK and SCARY to walk down the road at night!. My best friend lived up around the bend, at a distance of what would be about 3 city blocks. The “bend” was at the end of our street, and it was particularly scary on dark, dark nights. For a couple of minutes you were out of sight of all the houses, hemmed in by dark trees, walking over a small creek that had lord only knows what giant Kansas crabs lurking in it to GRAB you. Well, when I was about 14, our porch light had been out for about a month. I was walking home from my friend’s house, made it through the scary bend in the road safely, and was quite relieved to see that our porch light had been replaced, and was warmly glowing, welcoming me home from the scary darkness.
When I got home I went to where my folks were downstairs and thanked them for changing the bulb. They looked at each other, and each said, “I didn’t change it!”
Well, I went back upstairs, saw that the switch was on the off position, I flipped it on…and sure enough, the bulb was still burned out! No explanation for that to this day.