So I’m at the restaurant with my friends. All of a sudden a waiter comes up to me and says “Ma’am would you like whipped cream on your cake or not?” and I was like .. what huh? And then my guy friend jumps up and says “Her birthday cake was supposed to be a surprise!” And that’s the story of how I have the cutest friends ever. 

Ways to contact the dead

• Ouija Boards: The one method to get you the fastest reply, but the most dangerous method. Can open up portals that let’s out things you never wanted. 
• Automatic Writing: Requires patience and practice. But is pretty damn cool. Read more about it and how to do it here: X
• Mirror Scrying: Safe method. Helps you make contact with a specific deceased person. Requires expert in meditation. Read more about it and how to do it here: X
• Digital Recording: First have a proper mindset. Don’t be afraid and be willing to let spirits in. Say out loud “you are invited to talk to me.” Take an audio recording device or a video one and hope for the best. Risky method as well. 
• Seance: Have a bunch of friends over that are serious about it. Concentrate. Here are instructions for conducting one: X Be careful. Things can get out of hand sometimes. 

This one is really strange.

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did you ever become friends with someone so beautiful?  and then they started telling you about the douchebags in their lives that did horrible things to them, like cheat and lie. and the only thing running through your mind is “who would ever want to hurt someone like you?”

This one made me gasp out loud.

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• Ghosts don’t have a sense of time. They are still suck in their time. This is where the “walking through walls” phenomena comes from. Back then, in that same exact place there probably wasn’t a wall. 
• Ghosts don’t always know that they’re dead. Some are probably very confused.
• Ghosts are more active during the night and when it’s quiet, because there are less disturbances that way and can get your attention better.
• One sure way to know that a ghost is around you, is if you smell a certain kind of scent. For example, your grandmothers perfume wafted into your nose out of nowhere even though she died 3 years ago.
• Animals can have spirits and can haunt.
• There are certain locations on Earth that are said to have a LOT of spiritual energy and are portals for spirits to other realms. Some would be the Stonehenge or the Giza Pyramids. 
• Not all ghosts stay here because they’re “trapped” some just aren’t ready to move on to the other side because they want to look after a loved one or are scared of the other side (scared of going to hell). 
• For more paranormal facts, check out this post: X

Finally found one that got to me.

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it really sucks how you have all these intelligent people from all over the world, they could have been doctors, engineers, college professors in their native country, but then they come to the U.S or to Europe, and they’re forced to work at food stands. they are worth so much more than that. 

by reddit user springy23

A few years ago (2004), my friend really wanted to see a psychic on her birthday. She’s a weirdo and has always been into that stuff. I sort of am too, but I never believed in the power of premonition like she did.

Anyway, we get to the place (it was in downtown Seattle), and go in for the appointment. The psychic is a palmist and so she sits my friend down and reads her palm. I’m sitting off to the side, listening kind of bemusedly, but not really engaged. After the reading was finished we got up to leave and the palmist suddenly says, “stop!” She points at me and says that there’s something about my energy and that she’d like to read my palm.

I declined and said we had somewhere to be (I was taking my friend out to lunch with other friends) and that we didn’t have time. The palmist seemed disappointed and said, “I’ll tell you what, I’ll do you one better.” She asked for a slice of paper. Not a piece, mind you, but a slice. So my friend tore a corner off some notebook paper.

The palmist wrote something down on the paper, folded it up, and told me not to open it until the night I knew I’d found the woman I was going to marry. I said whatever and threw it in a drawer in my computer desk at the end of the night.

Fast-forward to 2012. Last year I proposed to a girl and she said yes. We’re getting married in the fall, and would have been married sooner, but her mother died just after X-Mas of longtime cancer complications.

A few nights after the proposal I had dinner with that friend and she said, “remember the note the palmist left for you?” I had completely forgotten. So, giggling to ourselves, we went back to my place and met up with my fiance. I opened the drawer, dug around for a while and found the slip of paper. When I unfolded it, all three of our jaws dropped.

It read: “Remember, No Peeking! Moira S. 11/12/2004”

My fiance’s name is Moira S. I still don’t know how she did it. A couple weekends later we went back to the palmist and told her the story. She sat there listening with a shit-eating-grin and said that she didn’t know at the time what the connection was, but that she kept hearing that name in her head. It was only as we left that she realized “the message,” was for me and not for my friend.

My future wife and I sat down for a reading. The palmist said that we would have a long, fruitful marriage. We’re going to invite her to our wedding, under the condition that she never makes another prediction for either of us. I also still have that “slice” of paper. I figure I’ll frame it and tell the story to our kids, should we ever commit to that.

by reddit user OutofH2G2references

As a child, my parents ALWAYS introduced me to everyone that ever came to our house. I was taught to shake hands and say “Hi, I’m myname. What is yours?” This was a rule that could not be broken. One night when I was 7-8, I had a bad dream about being old. I went out to the living room to talk to my Dad who always used to play with legos with me when I had a bad dream.

This time, we got the legos out but there was a man in a chair. I went to introduce my self, and to my surprise my dad shooed me away, got out my legos and proceed to talk to the man instead of play with me. The man and my farther talk for sometime about things I don’t understand and neither say a word to me. It was weird, but I was young and the legos were fun and eventually I forgot the whole thing and went to bed. Never thought about it again.

Fast forward 12 years.

I head to bed one night after having a beer or two with some friends and immediately start, from what I can tell, lucid dreaming. (I’ve never had a dream this vivid since or before) In the dream, I am sitting in a chair talking to my dad about what I have done with my life. He is happier than usual and very interested. In the distance I hear a young person calling for him. He gets up, walks out of the room, and returns a minute later with me as a child and box of legos. Young me approaches me, my dad shoos child me away, young me goes and plays with legos. My dad and I commence talking about the danger of the butterfly effect and how everything could change if we spoke. He insist we wait until young me falls asleep to continue talking about the future. I then have 2 more similar dreams where I see myself from perspectives of mysterious forgotten people and situations. All with my father, all discussing time travel, my future life, and the consequences of changing things.

I woke up absolutely convinced I had time traveled or the ghost of Christmas past decided he wanted to take a off season shift. It took me a week to rationalize it and still gives me the willies just typing it out.

Here are the various ghostly representations seen throughout time. 

Orbs

Vortex/Funnel Ghosts

Shadow/Dark Entities

Apparitions/Disembodied Spirits

Streams