Not a ghost, but something weird

[flatfriedrabbit]

First, I wanted to say that I think this site is pretty cool.

I have a true story. It's not really creepy, but very weird.

It was 1988 and took place in Pearl City, HI. I was working at a gas station and my boss invited me over to his house for a BBQ on the weekend. Cool, free food.

The BBQ started off really slow, nobody had shown up by the time I got there. A few calls and it seems there were all kinds of problems elsewhere. My boss took off to go and pick up some other people who were coming. His wife, the only other person in the house, went to pick up their son from baseball practice, leaving me in the house by myself. Before she left, the wife told me that there were sodas in the fridge on the patio and to help myself.

After about 10 minutes, I decided to get a soda from the patio. When I pulled the sliding glass door open, there was this tremendous sound of a ringing bell. It sounded like the bell that you would hear in a fire station when they have a call. It was so deafening, I couldn't even think for a few seconds. OH CRAP! it's the house alarm. My first thought is the cops and neighbors are gonna come and see some strange kid who broke into this house. DOUBLE CRAP!

So I ran out into the front room area, the largest room in the house. When I got there I scanned around looking for an alarm control panel. I couldn't see one at all, but, somehow I KNEW there wasn't one.

At that moment, I KNEW that the alarm would be switched off by a light switch. So I ran up to a double light switch and flicked both switches, but only lights turned off. Then, like slow motion, I spun around and looked directly at a coat closet by the front door and KNEW that the switch was in there. I ran to the closet, swung open the door and there was a light switch kinda rigged up by itself, not part of the construction. I wasn't even surpised. I flicked the switch and the alarm stopped. From start to finish, it was about 20 seconds, which felt like 20 minutes.

The wife got home and I told her that when I opened the glass door the alarm went off. She apologized and then asked me if a neighbor had turned it off. I told her that I had turned if off with the switch in the closet. I didn't think much about it until I saw the way she looked at me. She asked me if I knew the switch was in there and I said "no." After all it was my first time in the house and I was only there for about 30 minutes before everyone left.

Like I said, not really scary, but rather weird.

[Lance Carson]

Not sure why your story sparked the memory of something my grandmother told me once, but it did...so heres a little something.

My grandparents were both conservative and faitful baptists. My grandfather actually being a baptist preacher for over 30 years should tell you that much.

Well raising a family on a southern baptist preacher's salary back in the mid 1900's wasn't easy and my father and his sisters had to go without most of the time. Finally one christmas, my dad got the bicycle he had been wishing for over the past year at least. He was thrilled and proceeded to ride it everywhere he could. Not 1 month after christmas, he had ridden the bicycle to the movie theater and it was stolen while he was watching flash gordon. Needless to say, he was devestated and so were my grandparents. After all, it had taken a year to save the money to buy him the bicycle.

My grandmother prayed that night (as she has every night for her entire life) and asked God to please help them find the bicycle as it was the only gift they had been able to give my father on christmas. My grandmother had a dream that night that the bicycle was behind some bushes somewhere in town that she recognized. The next morning my grandfather went to the spot that my grandmother had told him that she had seen in her dream...and there it was.

edit: in retrospect I have no idea what my little story had to do with anything that flat wrote....I guess it would be that of a strange occurence and knowing something that may not have a 'logical' explanation. Take it for what its worth.