Essay On Supernatural Experience

It was a cold Friday evening, i was walking home from school and i heard a scream coming from my neighbors house. i walked up the drive and knocked on the door, but nobody answered. i slowly opened the door and creeped in.the house looked empty. i looked around and noticed a blood trail leading to the upstairs hallway. in the hallway there was a kitchen knife on the little corner stand by the stairs. i grabbed the knife just incase i got attaked. i heard crying coming from the other side of one of the upstairs doors. when i opened the door the first thing that i saw was a body lying on the floor and a young girl was hovering over it crying.She looked lke she was either 3 or4. The girl said “ i had to or he would have killed me.” i examoned

When it comes to the topic of the philosophy of life, the first question that comes to mind is what is the meaning of life? When it comes to the meaning of life, there are two main conflicting arguments. On the one hand, philosophers generally ignored the question of life's meaning because they were doubtful that it had/no/real answer. And dm the other hand, most non-philosophers consider it one of the most important questions, if not the most important question, of human existence. You can view the meaning of life through a few perspectives, through J the super-naturalist point of view, which states that a spiritual realm is necessary to| exist for life's meaning, and a naturalist point of view, which states that life's meaning can exist through the ways of living in a purely physical world.

I was walking along the sidewalk on a brisk Autumn night as leaves crunched beneath my feet. Eerie fog rolled out along the road and brought a chill down my spine. I began to pick up my pace as I wanted to get home as fast as possible. The streets looked like a ghost town, no one was outside and only the dim streetlights lit my path. I took out my cellphone and attempted to call my mother, but it went right to voice mail. Just as i was pocketing my phone I heard a disturbing cackle. At that moment I began sprinting not wishing to stay and find out who or what made that sound. I was about half a mile from my house when I heard the disturbing noise again. Being in a pure state of terror I overlooked a pothole which I promptly stepped in and

My Aunt Rosiland who was visiting my Grandmother in the hospital would be sheltering in my house because, the highway was closed due to flooding, so she had no way to get to her apartment in Houston. My oldest sister AChante was afraid to stay home alone, so she sheltered on the living room couch. My youngest sister Courtnei was afraid to sleep in her room ALONE, so I politely filled the air mattress and put it in my Mother’s room for her to sleep upon. My sister’s dog Ghost would not leave me alone at all, so he slept on the couch in my bedroom. As for me, I acted as if I were a night guard working 8 PM to 6 AM. I was always looking for something that looked wrong, or suspicious. At night I would watch the surroundings of the house at night to make sure winds were stable, and rainfall was light. Other than that I would play my PS4, or sleep. During the day everyone in the house, except for me, would sit in the living room and watch every news channel available for details of flood waters and wind speeds. When the storm came to an abrupt end, everyone went back to their normal everyday

I always hated going into their room because I thought it was haunted and had nightmares about it. When I was 8 years old, I would have recurring dreams that aliens were abducting me from my parent’s room, while they slept unconsciously aware of what was happening. The dream would start off with an alien space ship hovering over the house directly over my parent’s room. I had just woken up from a nightmare and I had gotten out of bed and walked over to my parent’s room. When I entered their room, I ran over to their bed and jump in between my parents and hid under the covers. However, the room was dark and all you could see was an array of flickering lights come from the two windows that faced the front of the house from their room. I panicked and tried to wake my parents up, but they were in a deep sleep and pretty sure they didn’t realize I was sleeping in between them. However, I felt safe being in their room, while my little sister slept in her room on the opposite side of the house. All of a sudden, I peak my head out from under the sheets and stare directly into the master bathroom. I’m in a trance and begin to see long dark shadowy figures going in and out of the

I thought saw something move in the corner of my eye, a silhouette maybe. Oh.

For this unit’s learning journal, I picked an article from the BBC called “Psychology: The Truth About the Paranormal” by David Robson. In his article, Robson tries to analyze why so many people believe in the paranormal from a psychological point of view. According to the article, “believers may have weaker cognitive ‘inhibition’, compared to skeptics” (Robson, 2004, par. 11). Robson also explores the possibility that belief in the supernatural may be a self-defense mechanism created by the brain, “belief in the paranormal can be a kind of shield from the even harsher truths of the world.” (Robson, 2004, par. 7)

across the room upstairs. Through the cracks in the floorboards I saw a large shadow with a

We were walking for a few hours. My feet throbbed and my ears were ringing from Taylor’s whining. Finally I could see it, the old abandoned house I discovered one day while riding my bike. The door was barely hanging onto its hinges, and there were several windows missing or broken. I pried open the splintering oak door. In the house there was two rooms. One, the one you first enter, was most likely a kitchen and living room. There was a sofa with faded fabric and springs popping out everywhere. An old furnace sat in the corner with rotting charcoal inside. The door of the furnace was missing rendering the whole thing useless. The other room was much smaller. It was a bedroom. There was a twin sized bed. The frame was rusty and missing a leg. I pulled the mattress off of it, so we could sleep on it. There were springs and stuffing sticking out of the mattress. It wasn’t too dirty to sleep on because I pulled off the moldy sheets. We laid down on the mattress. Taylor started snoring within minutes. I was worried about Mom. She had had a seizure before. It was because of her failing liver. Last time, social services took me and my sisters to a girl’s home. They served cooked vegetables that smelled like rotten seafood and chicken noodle soup with frozen chicken. After Mom got out of the hospital she got custody of us, but the judge told her if it happened again she wouldn’t get us back. My older sister, Becca, was eighteen so she didn’t have to

I awoke the next day to silence. This was absolutely out of the ordinary. Every time I woke up I could hear either people throwing things around or just yelling. The silence was eerie and I immediately knew something was wrong.

A couple hours later I heard this loud banging from downstairs, so I paused my game and went downstairs and when I was downstairs I still herd the sound. It was weird I did not know where it was coming from? So I decided to look throughout the whole house and still

I remember being awaken by the loud commotion going on from the living room, so I decided to go check. I went out calling for my parents, but to my surprise, I only saw my mom on the phone crying from the reflection of a mirror. I wondered where my dad was. I got closer towards the living room and stood by the wall. I witnessed my dad sitting down on the floor having trouble to breath complaining about chest pain while my mom stood next to him. I closed my eyes in fear. I then heard something calling me to open my eyes. It was a siren that got louder and louder each second. I stood up and saw red lights shining through the window. There was a knock at the door and my mom went to open the door. Two men and a woman came through the door in navy

My mother had specifically directed me to keep watch over them. My quest was to make sure they did not wander off to touch things that they were not supposed to, this included the living room being out of bounds. I was awoken by the beating of the wall. Bang, bang, bang, over and over. When the light began to shine brighter through my curtains the absence of my parents was not long discovered. The men, along with the two children, were sitting outside in front of my brother’s room. The nine year old… little gremlin continued her ruckus. The father did absolutely nothing. Hey mister, can you get your kid please? Thanks. My older brother absconded from his room complaining in a low whispering voice, as he slowly pulled the door shut. The thought of letting the strange men and their insubordinate children into our home was completely out of the question. I slithered my way through the house, mindful of the windows and small items that made noise in our home. Then, I managed to reach my parents on the phone. Please come home. Please come home. When they returned, they let the family in and not long passed. The chance to meet the devil children was

It began the morning of September 1, we slept soundly through the night as we had always, but this time it was different. I heard ringing from the hallway but I wasn’t sure what it was, I peeked through the doorway,there was a creature standing there about to come in my room I slammed his head in and he suddenly stopped. As I went back to sleep and after five minutes I heard it again, this time the creature

I once lived a happy life. I had two wonderful children, a loving husband, and my life seemed to be complete. I may not have had the richest family or the nicest things, but I knew I was loved. Everyday I would wake up and send my children off to school and give my husband a kiss just so he knew I loved him. Little did I know that my life was about to take a turn for the worst. On the end of an average day towards the night time, I felt it. At first I brushed it off because I knew this sort of rumbling could be anything from another truck outside to one of the neighbors running around. However, this particular rumble was like no other. I leaped out of the truck and I saw a telephone pole falling towards the ground and a building near us was collapsing in on itself . My husband and I hurried