Category: psychics

CIA Russian documents released of SU use of Black Magic, Psychics, and Mind Control. (VIA: Twitter

“Let me preface this by stating that I think all ‘psychics’ on TV are a big fake. I will tell you my experience with one that was legitimate.

This happened to me in 1998 when the dot com bubble was still big. I was in web design and about to embark on a job interview in Florida. I live in California. I was scheduled to leave out of San Francisco airport in about a week, stop over in North Carolina for two hours then on to Jacksonville, Florida.

I was at Walmart doing some shopping, but not making travel purchases, just normal purchases. I actually just went to get toilet paper and shampoo (not travel size) for the apartment. As I was walking to my car a group of young Indian people were heading in. As they pass me one of them says to me: ‘Excuse me, I got to tell you something.’

I turn around and see one of them stopped. His friends were behind him but a few feet away as if they didn’t expect him to stop. They also started saying things like, ‘come on man, lets just go.’

He turns to them and says, ‘One sec.’ Then to me: ‘Get a wallet with a chain on it. You’ll make your flight, but your gonna stress about losing your wallet.’ He then starts to turn around about to leave stops and turns around again. ‘See if you can get an earlier one. You wont make the connecting flight if you don’t.’ He then turns around and walks away.

I kind of just stood there stunned because I didn’t know the guy, I wasn’t on the phone that day or anything talking about a trip or anything. Either way, I’m thinking, ‘ weird.’

Fast forward a week later and I’m driving to San Francisco from Sacramento. I get to the airport park in long term parking, hop on the shuttle, get ready to check in and lo and behold, my wallet is lost. I panic! I’m checking my pockets frantically thinking that it will magically appear by the third check and nothing. I go back to the bus pickup to parking and ask the guy if anyone reported a lost wallet. No such luck. Guy radios to other drivers to be on the lookout while I get back on the bus to go back to my car. I get there, frantically search the car and nothing. I had my wallet that day. I used it to buy some breakfast on the way to the airport so I know I had it! I tear my car apart and give up.

I walk back to the bus stop looking defeated and about to hop on in case someone turned it into the airport. The bus driver opens the door and looks at me and says, ‘I’m guessing your the wallet guy.’ He looks at my ID and me and says, ‘yup, its you!’ Hands me my wallet and ID. No money missing, everything in tact. I’m surprised as hell!

I make the flight but its grounded for an hour and a half before it takes off. I finally land in North Carolina to miss my connecting flight by 30 minutes. I stay the night and get the next flight out in the morning…..I hadn’t thought about what that guy said to me until I missed my connecting flight and it all came back. That’s when I really got goosebumps and felt that I had really met someone with an ability to see things.”

By: abelg99 (What is the scariest (unexplainable)
thing that has happened to you?


I have been meaning to do this for a while now, but haven’t gotten to it. I’ve had a lot of people ask me about this – What is a Crystal Child, Star Child, and/or Indigo Child? So I’ve made a sloppy essay on it, so enjoy the read:

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This got lost in my Ask Box and then came back. Sorry for the late reply. :(This is interesting….

“This happened about two years ago to me, but it was pretty unsettling.

I’ll start by saying I used to have a shop in an over 100 year old building that was split up into three different storefronts. I had one shop, my best friend had another, and then the third was rented to another girl.

One day, I’m at the shop when the phone rings. A man is on the other line asking me for something or other and is being really spacey. I am trying to talk to him, but there are long pauses before his answers and he is just being a little odd. Finally, I ask him something and there is a long pause on the other end, long enough to make me ask, ‘Hello?’ because I think he has hung up on me. Instead he replies with, ‘Oh, I’m sorry. I’m just having a hard time focusing on our conversation because there is a spirit standing next to you that is yelling into the phone, trying to get my attention.’

At this point, I’m intrigued and decide to play along, so I say, ‘Oh really, what is he saying?’

The ‘psychic’ goes on to make a few broad comments about me and the space I’m in (all of which he could have easily found if he had looked on our website, so I’m not impressed), and says the man has been in the building since the early 1900s and is “infatuated” with me, has been following me for years, and frequently tags along with me to my house, my friends’ houses, and even places like the grocery store.

Okay, that’s interesting, but then it gets more-so.

He tells me the man is very jealous of the guy that I am dating, and doesn’t like him because we are so close. He then goes on to say that the spirit hurt the guy I am seeing when he was doing renovations on the building (which was 100% accurate, I put that story below*) and that he didn’t like that he was in his personal space changing it.

So, that was weird, but his next comment really bothered me.

The psychic says, ‘And he is very glad you broke up with that army dude. He really hated him.’ Now, this was weird to me because I had dated that guy about three years prior before and had been restationed right after we broke up and had never set foot in the building, nor had I seen him since we broke up. At the time of the phone call, I had only had my shop in the building for about six months, so I couldn’t figure out how this ‘spirit’ would know about him.

The guy told me some other stuff, most of which was pretty basic, and then I finally got him off the phone because he started getting weird, and I just wasn’t interested anymore. The whole conversation lasted about fifteen minutes, and I was thoroughly creeped by his couple of comments and couldn’t figure out how he knew so specifically the last two people I had dated (I should add that I don’t have any personal social media that someone can search for me for, so there wouldn’t have been any couples pictures up of me with either person I dated).

Then, it dawned on me. I had worked for about six months for my friend at her shop in the same building for some extra cash after I moved back to the city, which was about four years prior and in the time that I had dated/broken up with the army guy, which would also explain why the psychic said the spirit had been following me for years.

I no longer have the shop in that building, but still go in there every now and then to see my friend. We both agree that building has some bad vibes, especially at night, and there’s a couple more weird things that happened to me while I had the shop there.

TL;DR: Psychic guy calls my shop and begins to tell me all about the spirit who lives there and is in love with me and hates all the guys I date.

*So, before I opened the shop, the guy I was seeing at the time agreed to help me put ceiling lights up, which involved having to go into the attic. Now, the attic, like in any old building, was nasty, so I bought him one of those industrial dust suits to wear and a mask so he wouldn’t be breathing in asbestos and whatever else was up there. 

He’s up in the attic and I’m on the floor underneath, and we are communicating through this little hole that we are installing the light into, when I hear him yell, and then his voice gets really rushed and agitated, like he is irritated with me that I’m taking to long. So, finally, about ten minutes later, we get the light up and he comes barreling down the steps to the attic and flings the door shut. He looks really freaked out and begins ripping off the dust suit and pulls up his shirt. 

On his left side are three long claw marks/scratches, running the length of his side, one of which was bleeding. We look at the dust suit, no scratches through it, so he didn’t get caught on something, and the scratches were too widely spaced to have been a rodent’s, plus he hasn’t seen anything when he was up there.

According to him, he had felt weird up there to begin with, but the last light we were installing was all the way in the back corner of the attic, and he was lying on his stomach feeding me the chords down the little hole when he felt what felt like a whip go across his side.

TL;DR: Boyfriend gets scratched by unknown entity in attic, which psychic claims was the spirit in the building who is in love with me.”

By: Oliverrr36 (Creepypasta are great, but does anyone have any good true creepy stories?)


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