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My girlfriend found this moto-adjacent submission in the comment section of an annual online spooky story contest. She shared it with me, and I thought y'all might enjoy:
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"My mom’s side of the family is full of people who are attuned to the paranormal. Most of us have some pretty extensive experiences throughout our lives. One of the most notable experiences I’ve heard about is from a house my mom lived in with her mom and sister when she was in high school. It was in Liberty, MO, a suburb NE of Kansas City. A small, 3 bedroom, ranch-style house with a finished basement that they rented.
When they moved in, they immediately experienced paranormal activity. Lights flickering on and off, doors opening and closing on their own, disembodied voices. It was pretty much the norm for an actively haunted house. They got used to the occasional weird experience, as much as you can when you have a ghost in your house. But it seemed like whatever was haunting the home really wanted their attention.
[...]One night my mom was asleep. As she slept, she had a dream that she was sitting in her bed in the middle of the night. All of a sudden, a giant hole appeared in the wall opposite her bed. Through this giant hole rolled in a man on a motorcycle, with a skull where his head would be. He revved up the engine a couple times and began to ride straight towards my mom’s bed. Once he was at the foot of the bed, his bike jumped up and sailed over my mom’s bed and through the wall behind it Evel Knievel-style. My mom thought nothing of the dream the next morning. She didn’t even tell anyone about it. But a few months later, this would come back up.
One morning, my mom and aunt were eating breakfast when they started talking about weird dreams they’d had. All of a sudden my aunt started telling her about this weird dream she had a few months prior.
She was lying in her bed in the middle of the night when a giant hole opened up in the middle of the wall opposite her bed and in rode a man on a motorcycle with a skull for a head. The man revved up the engine a couple times before riding his bike straight through her bed and through the wall behind it.
My grandma caught wind of this conversation and when she heard about my aunt’s dream, she was surprised. This was because she had a similar dream a few months prior as well. Giant hole in the wall, man on a motorcycle with a skull for a head, the revving of the engine twice. But this time, she said the man did laps around her bed before disappearing into the wall behind it.
They realized that this was not a coincidence, and thought that there was a strong chance that they all had these dreams on the same night, since they occurred around the same time.
A few days later my grandma was talking to their next door neighbor, and asked about who lived in the house before they moved in, saying they had experienced some weird things. The neighbor knew immediately what was the cause of it.
The previous tenant was a man who was an avid motorcycle rider. He had died a few years earlier in a tragic motorcycle accident at a young age. After learning this information, my grandma went back into the house and told my mom and aunt what she had learned. They said a small prayer for him. After that happened, the haunting stopped."
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So, Vital, any paranormal experiences you'd like to share?
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"My mom’s side of the family is full of people who are attuned to the paranormal. Most of us have some pretty extensive experiences throughout our lives. One of the most notable experiences I’ve heard about is from a house my mom lived in with her mom and sister when she was in high school. It was in Liberty, MO, a suburb NE of Kansas City. A small, 3 bedroom, ranch-style house with a finished basement that they rented.
When they moved in, they immediately experienced paranormal activity. Lights flickering on and off, doors opening and closing on their own, disembodied voices. It was pretty much the norm for an actively haunted house. They got used to the occasional weird experience, as much as you can when you have a ghost in your house. But it seemed like whatever was haunting the home really wanted their attention.
[...]One night my mom was asleep. As she slept, she had a dream that she was sitting in her bed in the middle of the night. All of a sudden, a giant hole appeared in the wall opposite her bed. Through this giant hole rolled in a man on a motorcycle, with a skull where his head would be. He revved up the engine a couple times and began to ride straight towards my mom’s bed. Once he was at the foot of the bed, his bike jumped up and sailed over my mom’s bed and through the wall behind it Evel Knievel-style. My mom thought nothing of the dream the next morning. She didn’t even tell anyone about it. But a few months later, this would come back up.
One morning, my mom and aunt were eating breakfast when they started talking about weird dreams they’d had. All of a sudden my aunt started telling her about this weird dream she had a few months prior.
She was lying in her bed in the middle of the night when a giant hole opened up in the middle of the wall opposite her bed and in rode a man on a motorcycle with a skull for a head. The man revved up the engine a couple times before riding his bike straight through her bed and through the wall behind it.
My grandma caught wind of this conversation and when she heard about my aunt’s dream, she was surprised. This was because she had a similar dream a few months prior as well. Giant hole in the wall, man on a motorcycle with a skull for a head, the revving of the engine twice. But this time, she said the man did laps around her bed before disappearing into the wall behind it.
They realized that this was not a coincidence, and thought that there was a strong chance that they all had these dreams on the same night, since they occurred around the same time.
A few days later my grandma was talking to their next door neighbor, and asked about who lived in the house before they moved in, saying they had experienced some weird things. The neighbor knew immediately what was the cause of it.
The previous tenant was a man who was an avid motorcycle rider. He had died a few years earlier in a tragic motorcycle accident at a young age. After learning this information, my grandma went back into the house and told my mom and aunt what she had learned. They said a small prayer for him. After that happened, the haunting stopped."
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So, Vital, any paranormal experiences you'd like to share?
I will tell you what I get--a lot of deju-vu's and it kind makes me wonder at times and think if my life is planned out....
I say that in that very moment, but can never predict what's going to happen after, like if this person calls/text or whatever, then I'll know for sure it's happened.
It's like that small glimpse of time happened before, but then life resumes as normal.
The Shop
Oddly, I know I'm not breathing, I know I'm dreaming but, can't shake the feeling of being unable to breathe and the paralyzed feeling that comes over me. Its almost like a blanket is thrown over my body and its being pulled down.
What's eerie is, it happens within five minutes each time it happens like clockwork. 2:05 then, 2:10 the next week etc. Not Moto but, since the subject of dreams came up......
Also sounds like you May have sleep apnea.
Edit to add: that kind of came across rough - if your breathing is stopping during sleep please get a sleep study done. I’ve heard that’s rough on your heart.
Never been haunted and sure as hell don’t want to be.
So my theory is the long term memory pathway fires at the same time the short term fires which causes you get that sensation you’ve been there before. Because your activating your long term memory even if you’ve never had that experience to remember. Just like you’re not trying to engage your muscles when you’re falling asleep, but for some reason the pathway fires causing you to slightly jerk.
Science is cool. Alternate universe theory is more sexy tho. Deja vu is a cool inexplainable sensation. “Ha! I knew you were gonna say that !“ except only exactly when it’s happening, because both pathways Fired at the same time ? Maybe. Who knows.
-People walking/talking late at night even though I'm alone.
-TV and satellite shutting off or switching channels or their own even though the remote is not in my reach.
-I have a fan in my room that sometimes shuts off on its own. It has a child proof thing, so if you touch the cage the blades stop turning. It does that when I'm in bed watching TV.
I've experienced other weird things while growing up. My mom and dad have experienced very weird and frightening paranormal stuff before I was born.
Couple weeks later I was getting ready for bed and had everything turned off, was in the kitchen getting some water, walked through the living room and it clicked on again. So I just sat down on the couch and thought, that would be some cool shit if it shut off by itself. I sat there just watching, hoping it would turn off. Long story short, I passed out. Woke up and it was turned back off. Haven't seen it do that again since, but I'd like to. I've had this receiver for probably 9 years now and it's never done that.
Pit Row
It was in the middle of the day, no windows open so there was no wind or draft coming into the basement. We both saw it and freaked out. Didn’t even pause the game. Got straight off the couch and ran upstairs to tell our mom.
My mom's a believer, so she told us that it was probably just grandpa just saying his goodbyes and that he was okay.
Like I previously mentioned, I have experienced some weird paranormal/unexplainable things.
As he lay in the hospital in his last days hooked up to life support ,( he had been unconscious for several days and hadn't been able to walk for around 3 weeks) the Docs suggested to turn off life support as there was no hope for recovery. Being I was the oldest at 38 ,my mom gave me the responsibility of making the call ( btw, thanks, Mom).
I am a person that believes in miracles (although I do realize that can be a little unrealistic) so I really wrestled with the idea of "pulling the plug" on Dad. Finally I had to make the call ,and as he lay there breathing slower and slower until it stopped, I was just torn up inside thinking I should have waited a few more days.... just in case.
The night after the funeral, my wife and daughter had gone to bed around 11pm , I stayed up in my recliner just reading a book-but not really reading, more like just reminiscing about the good times my dad and I had the past year or so, and REALLY second guessing my decision . Right around 230 am, I muttered to myself, geez Willie (I called him Willie once in awhile, lol) I wish you could tell me if I made the right decision. Just then our phone rang ,keep in mind cell phones weren't as prevalent in 1997 as they were to become so we still had a hardline. We also had a separate "caller ID" box near the phone --remember those ?lol. Anyway, I was slightly annoyed that some asshole would be calling at nearly 3 in the morning the night after burying my Dad. I looked at the screen and instead of having a number or name or even an "unavailable" , it was just a screen that had this--- *---* , an asterisk ,some dashes and another asterisk at the end. Obviously I answered and no one was one there. But when I hung up ,I had a complete sense of relief and calmness that I hadn't experienced since my dad got sick. I really believe to this day that it was a message from Willie that I had made the right choice and all was well. As a side note , we had never gotten call after midnight prior to or after that night, and we NEVER saw that *---* on the screen again. So, was it just a timely weird glitch that just happened as I was sitting in my family room at 2:30am the night of my Dads funeral and I had just asked him a question? Or was it truly a message from him? And to confirm that I hadn't imagined it, when I went to bed very shortly afterwards, my wife rolled over and said " who the heck called ?"
Well, I went to bed, got up early, ate breakfast and went in the garage. My KX 125 wasn't there. A KX 80 was there on the stand.. See, My pops stopped supporting me racing around 14, said he couldn't see me getting on bike bikes, I had got hurt too many times (twice).
When I went to bed, I "started" my normal day in my dream. I remember being so disappointed once reality set in that I had to still sell my bike and save for a year before I could ride again. I did though, bought a used 94 KX 125. I'll never forget the motivation and how hard it was to let that 3,000 dollars go. I had saved so long and work so hard. I wonder if my pops did what he did on purpose.
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