This took place February 23rd, 2005. My Mom and step-dad had gone out for dinner, and I was home alone. I was making myself dinner, Easy-Mac, when I heard the cupboard door, which I had left open behind me, close itself. Naturally, I reasoned with myself a draft had blown it shut, and went back to making my dinner. A few minutes later, as I was putting the bowl in the microwave, I felt a sharp stinging in the back of my head, like when you have a hair pulled out. I turned around, only to find an empty room. I feel I should mention at this point that I have no siblings and no pets. I was unnerved, but once again reasoned with myself logically that it must have been a mosquito. I set the time on the microwave, and then walked away into the livingroom. I wanted some form of noise to distract me from the strange things that had just happened, so I turned on the T.V. After turning it to the news, I went back into the kitchen to wait for my Easy-Mac. After waiting only a few seconds, the TV's volume unexplainedly began to go up. I walked back into the livingroom, grabbed the remote, and turned it back down. By this time, I was officially creeped out. So, I decided to try calling a friend. Lucky me, no one answered. So, the microwave gets done, and I get the bowl out of the microwave, set it down on the counter, and then close the microwave door. In the few seconds I turn away, my bowl of Easy-Mac goes crashing to the floor. It scared the living daylights out of me, so I jumped and spun around, panting, my adrenaline rushing. Then, I could have sworn I heard, very faintly, laughing. So, I took the dogtags that I had gotten from the encounter with my Dad from around my neck, where they had been every second since then, and I squeezed them in my hand so hard my knuckles turned white. I believed them to be a charm and a sort of summoner of my Dad's spirit to help. I slowly looked around, trying to see if I could see anything. All I saw was empty space, and then all hell broke loose. The cupboard doors started opening and banging shut, the faucet in the sink turned on full blast, drawers started mimicking the cupboards, the microwave, stove, the burners on the stovetop, and the dishwasher all turned on and went berserk. Even the espresso machine started spewing hot water and coffee everywhere. The T.V once again went up to maximum volume, then was joined by the stereo system.

By this time, I knew I was having another supernatural experience, and I ran out of the kitchen, up the stairs, into my room, locking the door behind me. I frantically looked around for something I could use to defend myself, but the only thing I had that could provide any sort of protection was a katana (samurai sword) with a false edge and a baseball bat.

It was honestly like a tornado came up the stairs and slammed itself into my door. Everything started going berserk again. I remember my adrenaline rushing so hard my heart hurt. Then, my eyes fell on the bible my ex-girlfriend had given me. I am normally not a very religious person, but I grabbed it and cowered down in a corner, silently crying out for help. I remember crying out to God something like this, "I know I have never called upon you before, and I know I am a sinner, but I need your help. Please send my father to me again."

Almost instantaneously, the dogtags, which were still clutched in my fist, glowed with an unbearably bright, white light. I threw them into the air, and they seemed to go off like a spiritual grenade. A white light even brighter (I don't know how to describe it properly, it wasn't whiter, or brighter, just more...pure), filled the entire room. I swear, it was my father. I looked up at him, and he merely smiled. Then, just like that, he was gone. 

For about an hour afterwards, I simply sat there in shock. I came off my adrenaline high, and was completely exhausted. I got up, eventually, and then was shocked to notice that everything in my room was in perfect order. I slowly made my way downstairs, and everything was in perfect order. There was absolutely no mess, the T.V was going along at a normal volume, and the only thing that was out of place was a pad of paper that was sitting on the table. On the first piece of paper, it had a letter from my father.

"Dear Aaron,

I am afraid that you  had an encounter with an unusually malevolent spirit just now. Hopefully, this won't happen again, but if it does, you must be prepared to deal with it. Instead of ignoring the problem, confront the spirit, ask it to leave. If it doesn't, try to help, ask it what it wants with you. Hopefully you will be able to help it pass on. If it is simply bent on violence, then call for me again.

Love Always,

Daddy

I read it through a dozen times, memorized it, But, when I turned away and looked back, the writing was gone. Also, when I went back upstairs, I found no trace of the dogtags.
Astral Travel
Submitted: August, 2006
Submitted by: Deb Newman
I do believe that I have been to the other side in astral travel and one time got the chance to tell a very dear friend of mine good-bye. He passed without my knowing and I didn't find out until after his funeral. I was so hurt and dwelled on it for a long while, until one morning I woke up with the most wonderful feeling from head to toe that I had ever felt. I can hardly explain the feeling to anyone for they wouldn't understand. I knew that I had visited him on the other side, that I had been able to give him a warm hug, tell him that I loved him and that he was very special to me. After that very special experience I have not dwelled on his death and I have been at peace with it. It was a feeling that I truly would love to feel again. It was a feeling like no other, of total love and warmth that I have never felt before. There is life after death, and for anyone who does not believe this then I am truly saddened for them. I have visited other loved ones and they have visited me in my dreams. Being able to do that is a huge relief in knowing that I will never truly be without my loved ones. Nor will anyone else if they just believe.
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