The following are true encounters that NMGH members have experienced ...
Heather - (* The first two events happened in our old house in Southern MI. that was built on an old junkyard.)
I went to bed early in anticipation of the presents that I would be receiving in the morning. That night I had a dream, which I now know was an astral travel ( somewhat like an out of body experience). It was so real. I was at the top of the stairs looking down into the living room where I could see the X- Mas tree and presents around it. I then levitated and floated down the stairs like something out of Peter Pan. In the morning I awoke in a daze and already knew what my presents were. But I never left my bed... or did I?
A box levitated in my bedroom. It was up to the ceiling and there was something over it that looked like a long black cloak. It shimmered with fluorescent green. This frightened me and I ran into my tent that I had been playing camp in, and zipped it up tight. After a while I looked to see if it was still there and it was gone. I laid back down trying to focus on falling asleep, I was staring at the closet area that was lit up with moonlight, A cloudy looking image formed in the closet that looked like a hand holding a gun, and it fired a bullet of "smoke".
A very close family friend died of cancer, she was like a second mother to me. A few days after she died, I was lying in my bed and my door was open. I could see my mother in the bathroom. I was lying there daydreaming, starting to drift off when I got a mental image of a huge long hallway w/ many massive wooden doors. I pictured myself wandering through this hall alone, until I spotted someone far away, that ended up being our deceased friends' sister. We started running for each other and when we met, we grabbed each other and hugged. At the instant when we hugged, I felt a rush go through my body and I opened up my eyes, very awake and stunned. It felt like someone punched me in the chest. I tried to move but I was paralyzed, I couldn't feel my body at all. I heard a loud flapping and strong wind sound, followed by a high pitched ringing in my ears, and my bed vibrated. I tried to scream for my mother but nothing would come out, I was screaming but there was no sound at all. This lasted for about 2 or 3 minutes, that seemed like hours. And I jumped out of bed crying hysterically to my mother.
My best friend Jason committed suicide. A little while after his death I saw his ghost by our greenhouse. It was a very bright night and I was walking through the yard when I saw a large dark figure standing to the side of the garden. He did not speak to me, he stood there for a minute and then turned and walked away into the moonlight towards the back of the greenhouse, and was gone. The only way I knew it was him was when he was walking away, was because I could see the emblem on his Raiders jacket glowing in the moonlight. After his passing his mother called us and asked us if we had his favorite jacket, because she had been searching all over for it, but we didn't. After a few months, my mother was cleaning out the back of the greenhouse when she found his jacket neatly folded under a bunch of old stuff. We have no clue how it got there, but it was where he was standing when I saw him. We returned the jacket to his mother.
Age15. We were now in Northern MI and my room was in the basement. I would always feel something small climb across my legs and get into bed with me. Maybe a loved, departed pet. I would even pull the covers up so that they weren't touching me, but they would instantly be smashed down by an unseen force.
Another time, I was laying in bed and I woke up to a large shadowy figure at the foot of my bed. I assumed it was my mother and I called out for her but she didn't respond. The figure moved closer to my bedside until it was very visible, and sat on my bed. I was frightened and he seemed to enjoy that. I'll never forget him. He had a long, thin, pale face and pointy chin. He was dressed in an old tattered and torn dress coat w/ tails, circa 18th century I'd say. He was tall and lean and had long boney fingers. He said nothing, instead he grinned mischievously at me, cocking his head and moving it closer and closer to my face, kind of mocking me. He enjoyed my fright and I gave him plenty! He is my idea of who the Boogie Man is, if there is one.