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[royster]

Personal experiences of phenomena nothing can explain away.

Several years ago, Janice had invited me to a Sunday supper; she was baking a chicken. The fully-functioning oven was at 375 to cook a 3 to 4 pound bird. She ended up cooking it for three hours, but well-past the targeted time for our meal, the chicken was barely cooked 1/4" from the skin. It had not been frozen, so that doesn't explain it. We waited an additional hour and a half for it to cook some more, and it refused to cook.

We ended up throwing it away, but not before it was placed in her refrigerator. That night, inexplicably, a normal, regular mustard jar exploded violently. Where did this chicken come from??

                          IT MUST HAVE COME FROM HELL!

[royster]

On rare occasions I come across a regular board that will NOT CUT without binding my saw. When this happens, I usually have to cut from two directions to complete a cut.

While some may attribute this to "wave" in the board affecting the saw's table, sighting almost always reveals no variance in the board.

THEY'RE GROWING TREES IN HELL!

[Lady Lilya]

We visited my cousin's family for dinner during the summer.  She had some red bliss potatoes that refused to cook.  They were cut up into roughly 3/4 inch dice.  They were in the oven in a glass baking dish for about 45 minutes, then when she realized they were still hard she put them back in another half hour, then in the microwave on high for 15 minutes, and then she gave up. 

[willowmae]

Watches have a thing against me.
Stopped wearing them years ago, can't get them to keep ticking. 
Okay, okay..not really hellish but hey.....

[royster]

No, not Hellish, but definitely within the theme, here.

Many of us experience the "street light" thing, where they go out or come on as we pass by. It's been a phenomena science has attempted to explain, but never to satisfaction.

I had an incident where my headlights began blinking off and on in coordination with my thoughts. It only happened on one occasion on a deserted West Virginia road. It was both amusing and creepy.

[royster]

In 1995 I was working a job for a barter arrangement; various painting and repair projects for a round-trip airlines ticket to anywhere in the U.S.. On a Sunday (I work any day of the week) the neighbor came out of his house with his trumpet and played "Taps", not once, but twice. (He later said he was practicing for a veteran's event that afternoon).

Three days later I received the word my father had died. The round-trip airlines ticket was expedited to get me to his funeral just in time.

[willowmae]

Gets a person to thinking where it's coming from.....maybe that one was heading from a different direction, one of those things where coincidence just doesn't cut it.
I would think that most people would have an "experience" or two that falls out of the norm.

[VKTD]

I dreamt of a house when I was a child.  It was a reoccurring dream.  I, one day moved into that house in my 20's.  That was odd. 

I recognised the house right away.  Across from an old cemetery.  I had struggled with drugs (notably crystal meth) while living in that house. 

[royster]

A few weeks ago I had an unearthly visitor.

I was going to post here and on another forum about it, but the situation resolved and life kept going at a rapid pace....my California trip was looming on the horizon, and I was pressed to finish a variety of projects.

At around 1:30 in the morning I was awakened by gnawing in the ceiling above me. The room I'm in has sloped ceiling sides...the only part an animal could crawl through is about 6 inches deep, the only part of the ceiling that's horizontal. Thinking it to be a squirrel, and not wanting to wake up too much, I stood up and whacked the ceiling with my palm. This didn't deter the "critter".
This is where it gets odd.
It wasn't "gnawing" at all; it had the sound of a walnut shell being deliberately scratched across the surface of the sheetrock (on the attic side, though there's no real attic).

[royster]

Not only that, but when I stood under where I perceived the sound to come from, it moved to another location. If I perceived it in the ceiling where I was standing, it then appeared in the wall, to the left. Going there, it appeared to the right, etc.

And there was some degree of intelligible rhythm to the scratching; it was deliberate. This went on for three nights in a row, each night I thought further about it, and the entity wanting to contact me.

I took this up with my guide spirits, and it was recommended that I try to communicate with this entity only after being protected with White Light and guide spirits.

[royster]

This I did, with the prayer that the Spirit would protect me if this thing was evil or harmful. In attempting to communicate with it, I insisted that if its intentions were ill, it was to leave immediately.

The last scratching episode lasted long enough for words to sort of form: "I give up".

It has never been clear to me what dimension or stream this was from, or even if it was myself from another time. After "giving up" it never returned.

[Lady Lilya]

I spent summers as a kid in a cabin in the Catskills.  I slept with a similar scraping occurring 2 feet above my face all night long.  I'm pretty sure it was a squirrel.