The scratch marks must've been you're cat, but the "floating" must have been freaky!

Well I'm not exactly psychic as such but it is a supernatural experience for me. It's just sometimes when people talk about the date of their birthdays, sometimes a number or the month pops into my head before they say it and it just happens to be the one I thought of. Don't know how. But it might be something I'll experiment with.

Also what is strange for me is that when it comes to saying for example which card out of the three has a circle on. And there's just this pulling force that draws me to at least one card which usually means it's not the right one after noticing the patterns of my previous experiences.

to earth master:my cat was nowere near me and they were kind
of deep lines in my skin.

to akira cat:ya that happenes to me too,I can guess words and number before
people say it and im usually right.Also that card this sounds pretty interesting.

to siamese:thats's pretty cool.

akira:Ya sure,like seeing things before they happen right(that happens to me).

My dad had a dream that Kerry Packer was dead the day before he died. and I can, like, SEE the days and months and years in my head, they're like a ladder with, like, Maybe a monther or day on each rung, it's weird.

wo, you REALLY need to work on you're spelling.

Well, Once I did experienced something.

I was hanging out with my friends at our fave mall, my friends were holding a lot of shopping bags, while I was the only one who has like just 3 cause I was seriously low on cash back then. It seemed like the mall was tipped sideways to the left and I fell on my friend. Although it's not exactly hit the floor, just out of balance. My friends thought I can't walk anymore. But I told them that it just happened.

Good thing it never happened again!

Besides the rain thing. I have a strang sens of danger.

For Ex:

ones I had gotten this felling that some thing was seriusly wrong, but every thing and one seemed fine. Then at the end of the day are cat, Zero at the time, came home and he was, what looked like, hit by a car.

He had an eye mising, his jaw was broken, and his leg was brooken. Sadly we didn't have the money to take him to the vet so when he wonted back out side we let him go and never saw him again.

My mom said he had jest come home to tell us good by. ;_;

Aww, thats horrible.

Its a good thing we have a socialized veterinary system here, which means its gets payed by taxes. So its free to get your animals treated for injuries like that.

Same with our medical system.

Well, there have been times i dream about unannounced tests in lessons...
And unfortunately this kind of dreams always come true...

(To Siamese:)

Oh my God! That poor thing must have been in so much pain...  I remember having a similar experience, but it wasn't quite my pet. It was my neighbor's/best friend's. Absolutely awful.

(To Akira:)
O_o My sister has that same ability. She's kinda freaky like that...

As for MY supernatural experience, I do remember seeing, hearing and making physical contact with quite a lot of Ghosts. That seems to have toned down a lot, though, since last year. But I do remember standing next to a mirror one time and having my friends wig out because they all saw a pair of wings in it. It may be proof that I have a Guardian Angel. :3

I always dream about something and it happening. And I always say "I'll do something different this time", and I never do. XD

I often guess numbers before people say them.
"I'm-"
"Lemme guess! *number*"
"O_o HOW DID YOU KNOW?!"

I get bad allergies before it rains.

I'm actually so empathetic it's borderline telepathy. It works only on people I like (Josh and Samantha for ex.), and have physical contact with. I can tell when Josh is thinking about me because I'll be thinking about him. Usually when I thought about him he called, but I guess his mom took the phone away after he failed last year. Whenever one of them was in a bad mood, I would be too, unless it wasn't the person I was with. Also, one day Samantha said "I thought last night, "I wonder what that cat is thinking." And then I was like, "That sounds like something (my real name) would think!"

Guess what? I HAD THOUGHT THAT. Purdy Gurl was staring at one of our other cats, and I thought, "I wonder what she's thinking."

Also, I'm not sure whether it's to do with experience or maybe a psychic ability but I can sort of tell what can happen in the future. It only happens when I'm playing in my football matches though.

Whenever I get to play outside on the pitch against other teams, I can predict what's gonna happen with a throw, a pass, or a tackle. Whenever I'm on a one on one situation with an opponent who has the ball, I can predict their movements as though I'm reading their mind. So if they try to change direction, I'm like a cat still focussed on it's prey. Many people have said to me that I can "read the game" to be exact. I personally think it's more to do with the fact that I've been playing football for about 7 years. But that's still too much of a mystery to say.

ok, i don't know if anybody will believe me but.....i srsly spoken to a ghost before, a nice ghost none the less, but it scared me outta' my wits, it was about a year ago in my Aunt's old house. That had been standing since hitler.....that's....ww2 i believe i'm not sure. I was sitting in the guest's bedroom reading a book, it was knocked out of my hands by somthing, but when i went to pick it up, it picked up itself, so i'm about to scream....but i couldn't some reason, it hurt everytime i tried to make a noise.
 
It was handed to me and i sat back down...confused i call out if anybody was there and told them it was ok to come out and i wouldn't hurt them. And some what of a ghostly figure came out from under the bed in the shape of a little boy, my heart was like....beating at 500 times it's normal speed, almost faster than Rev's XD but the kid was like, depressed lookin and real dirty lookin' and he had the jewish star thing embroided on his sweater so i expected he was a jew, I greet him in a very sweet voice and ask him his name, he didn't tell me, i asked wut happend to his parents? and he said in a very tiny voice, papa got taken away, and i'm like , omg the poor thing, then i ask him about his mom, and he sorta smiled a little and said, mama with jesus, and this is the point where i started crying, the kid was a orphan, at this point i wasn't so scared anymore and we talked a little more, he told me about his parents and stuff and how his dog got shot in cross fire or somthing and how his mom was gonna' have another baby until she was shot by a natzi when she insulted hitler.
 
After about a hour or so my called me to go home. I told him that i had to go, he understood and i left the room and went home. After a month i went back to the house for a normal visit and once agian when back to the guest room, the boy wasn't there...i looked around and called him out, but then i heard somthing, it sounded like somone reloading a gun, at this point i paniced and ran down to the kitchen where the rest of the family was. After about few more months i never saw the oy again, i never went back in the room, but i did read outside of it in the hallway hoping he would come out, reading the same book i had before and dropping it once and a while to see if he would pick it up for me.....but nothing, until somtime in march when my aunt was moving because of some sort of termite problem, so she said she paid some builders to TEAR DOWN THE HOUSE, I immediatly thought of the jewish boy in the guestroom and begged her not to tear it down, but she already paid the builders to do so. I cried, and my brother is all like, stfu retard, it's a freakin' house, not like anyone gonna' care if we tear the damn thing down.
 
That angered me, so i went to the guestroom one more time before it was torn down. I walked in and heard the gun being reloaded again, over and over and over i called out for the boy....but nothing, but i constantly heard the gun being reloaded, and finally said out loud with all the bravery that i had "I'm not scared of you, get out of this house right now and stop scaring the kid." imediatly the noise stopped and i felt my body go very cold, and a funny smell entered the room, like a thick perfume smell mixed with a cigarette, and i looked around and saw the boy standing in the door way with a very skinny woman next to him, which i assumed was his mother.
 
He waved and the mother smiled at me, and they walked out the door, somthing came over me, it was a mixed feeling of fear happiness and sorrow. After we left i looked back at the house, and i swear i thought i saw somone in the guest room window looking in the direction of were the car was going, it waved goodbye and i waved back. After that, the house was torn down, i went to see it beeing torn down, i felt the same cold feeling pass my body as before, and i heard a voice, it wasn't the boys, it was much more mature than the boys's voice. it repeated my exact words, i'm not scared of you, get out of this house and stop scaring the kid, and it laughed silently, and then i felt a very warm feeling sink into me from the tip of my toes. To replace the house, a childrens center was made, which made me happy, cause i think the jewish boy would've liked that.
 
I don't think u guys believe me, ur the only ones i told, plz don't tell this to anyone else, just keep it here. kay ^^

-- Edited by X4get~the~worldX at 18:30, 2008-08-08

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ok, i don't know if anybody will believe me but.....i srsly spoken to a ghost before, a nice ghost none the less, but it scared me outta' my wits, it was about a year ago in my Aunt's old house. That had been standing since hitler.....that's....ww2 i believe i'm not sure. I was sitting in the guest's bedroom reading a book, it was knocked out of my hands by somthing, but when i went to pick it up, it picked up itself, so i'm about to scream....but i couldn't some reason, it hurt everytime i tried to make a noise.
 
It was handed to me and i sat back down...confused i call out if anybody was there and told them it was ok to come out and i wouldn't hurt them. And some what of a ghostly figure came out from under the bed in the shape of a little boy, my heart was like....beating at 500 times it's normal speed, almost faster than Rev's XD but the kid was like, depressed lookin and real dirty lookin' and he had the jewish star thing embroided on his sweater so i expected he was a jew, I greet him in a very sweet voice and ask him his name, he didn't tell me, i asked wut happend to his parents? and he said in a very tiny voice, papa got taken away, and i'm like , omg the poor thing, then i ask him about his mom, and he sorta smiled a little and said, mama with jesus, and this is the point where i started crying, the kid was a orphan, at this point i wasn't so scared anymore and we talked a little more, he told me about his parents and stuff and how his dog got shot in cross fire or somthing and how his mom was gonna' have another baby until she was shot by a natzi when she insulted hitler.
 
After about a hour or so my called me to go home. I told him that i had to go, he understood and i left the room and went home. After a month i went back to the house for a normal visit and once agian when back to the guest room, the boy wasn't there...i looked around and called him out, but then i heard somthing, it sounded like somone reloading a gun, at this point i paniced and ran down to the kitchen where the rest of the family was. After about few more months i never saw the oy again, i never went back in the room, but i did read outside of it in the hallway hoping he would come out, reading the same book i had before and dropping it once and a while to see if he would pick it up for me.....but nothing, until somtime in march when my aunt was moving because of some sort of termite problem, so she said she paid some builders to TEAR DOWN THE HOUSE, I immediatly thought of the jewish boy in the guestroom and begged her not to tear it down, but she already paid the builders to do so. I cried, and my brother is all like, stfu retard, it's a freakin' house, not like anyone gonna' care if we tear the damn thing down.
 
That angered me, so i went to the guestroom one more time before it was torn down. I walked in and heard the gun being reloaded again, over and over and over i called out for the boy....but nothing, but i constantly heard the gun being reloaded, and finally said out loud with all the bravery that i had "I'm not scared of you, get out of this house right now and stop scaring the kid." imediatly the noise stopped and i felt my body go very cold, and a funny smell entered the room, like a thick perfume smell mixed with a cigarette, and i looked around and saw the boy standing in the door way with a very skinny woman next to him, which i assumed was his mother.
 
He waved and the mother smiled at me, and they walked out the door, somthing came over me, it was a mixed feeling of fear happiness and sorrow. After we left i looked back at the house, and i swear i thought i saw somone in the guest room window looking in the direction of were the car was going, it waved goodbye and i waved back. After that, the house was torn down, i went to see it beeing torn down, i felt the same cold feeling pass my body as before, and i heard a voice, it wasn't the boys, it was much more mature than the boys's voice. it repeated my exact words, i'm not scared of you, get out of this house and stop scaring the kid, and it laughed silently, and then i felt a very warm feeling sink into me from the tip of my toes. To replace the house, a childrens center was made, which made me happy, cause i think the jewish boy would've liked that.
 
I don't think u guys believe me, ur the only ones i told, plz don't tell this to anyone else, just keep it here. kay ^^
 
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-- Edited by X4get~the~worldX at 18:30, 2008-08-08

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