I've had several supernatural things happen to me... here goes.

When I was 16 years old, I was playing basketball at the park, which is 3 blocks from my house, right? Well, I missed a shot, horribly, it was like something there swatted the ball, and it rolled away from the court, and towards the play structure. So I chased after it, not thinking anything was up. Well, when I picked up the ball, I saw these two people sitting on a bench by the structure, you know the kinds, so parents can watch their children. The weird part was... they were GLOWING white. It was also raining softly, and the rain was going right through them. It was a middle-aged man and a young girl, who I presumed to be his daughter. At this point, I was freakin' out... but it was like my legs had turned to stone, and I couldn't move. They both stood up, and walked towards one of those horse things, that sits on a spring and totters back and forth. Well, the man picked up the girl and put her on it, and pushed her. Still I couldn't move, and I couldn't move my eyes away from the scene. Then, out of no where (quite literally) a large axe appeared in the man's hand, and he swung it up, and brought it down towards the girl... and that was when I got control of my legs again, and I run in the other direction, and I didn't stop until I got home... and I didn't go to the park for months afterwards.

Which I wish I had never gone back there again... because I had another occurence happen there too. About half a year later.

It was dark... again, and I was with my friend Kenny, and we had been there all day, practicing for the team, right? Well, he went up for a lay-up, and I blocked him, and the ball bounced a few yards away from the court. I went and picked it up, no problem, and was nearly towards the court (we decided to leave then), I was literally thrown, a good ten feet, and landed on my back. The air was knocked out of my lungs, and immediately, a hand was yanking on my hair, trying to drag me. I was only drug a few feet (as my friend explains) before it stopped and I was just laying there in the grass. We booked it home then... and I've not been back in that park since in the dark heh... I don'[t even walk by it anymore!

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When I was 10 years old, I was staying the night at my uncles house, and he lives pretty deep into the woods, right? Well, that night, there's a storm, and all the power goes out, and everything is lit by candles and some kerosene lamps. I go to sleep, hesitantly, but I do nonetheless. Around 3 am, I wake up and have to pee, and I do so. Walking out of the bathroom, flashlight in hand, I stop to see something glimmering in the family room... and I walk towards it. A doll, my oldest cousin, Amy, was 13 at the time, and dolls were just getting old for her, so they were strewn about often. Then, it stands up of its own volition, and turns its head towards me, eyes glimmering with their own light, and speaks in a horribly high voice, kiddish yet creepy *think of a dumbass horror movie, sounded like that* "I will eat your flesh". Then it took a step towards me. I dropped the flashlight and ran (I do a lot of running lol) into bedroom, and haven't been outside in their family since after dark lol... I just really hate the dark... if you're wondering lol.

I stayed the night at my next door neighbors house, when I was 12. His house was on of those extremeoly old ones, right? Well, according to my friend's grandmother, there had been a grisly murder/suicide in the house in the 30's. A man, distraught over his wife leaving him, killer her and himself. Well, we stayed up all night, him, I, and his two sisters telling ghost stories trying to spook each other. (remember, all night to a young teenager is like 2 am lol). Then his sisters fell asleep, and him and I played video games for a bit... Mortal Kombat to be specific. Then he fell asleep. I was the only one awake now, and I continued to play the game for another ten minutes, before i decided to go to sleep myself, which I did. In my dream, I dreamt I saw the man, a man who was said (according to the grandmother again) was in his mid to late 20's, and his bride of the approximate same age, and I saw her brutally murdered in my dream. I woke in a cold sweat, which woke my friend (we were sleeping on the floor of his living room, his sisters on the two couches). I told him what I saw, and we both stood up, and right outside the living room window, which looked out on the back yard, was EXACTLY the scene I'd see in my mind. A scatter gun in a ghastly man's hands, and a woman covered in greyish-red blood. Then we saw her fall, and the man put his toe on the trigger, the barrel in his mouth, and pulled it, and the back of his head exploded. We screamed, waking up the entire house.

Damn, I've had a messed up childhood heh...