I've had that feeling too, and what I've realized is either me misremebering something, remembering something similar happening in a dream (that I do not conciously recall) or a something reminded me of something that happened when I was really, really young and not capable of conciously remembering until said stimuli comes.
I'm half and half on the issue. It really DOES depend on one's interpretation over the meaning of the definition of the word "paranormal". All it truely is about is one's own frame of reference and belief (or denial of evidence otherwise stated).
Paranormal. It literally means "beyond" or "above" "normal". What does that actually mean? To me, it means something that occurs in which we cannot explain from our frame of reference. This can mean different things for different people.
Like a dog's hearing. This could be considered "paranormal" to ours. Or bird's eyesight. Again, paranormal, as we can only see a certain distance and certain light patterns.
I've heard of poeple seeing "strange lights" in the ocean...they could be a type of fish that has a glow to attract mates, prey or to scare off a predator. To someone who didn't know of these fish, it would be easy to assume they are "alien". Again, look at the definition of "alien". it is simply a stranger, not always an extra-terrestrial.
It's really more so a mode of interpretation. Though, I'm willing to take cases from both sides. There may never be an actual defined clear cut truth or false to any of these things. So...I'm in the middle, and I can believe cases on either side.
I was asleep, shaking so violently that my girl friend thought I was having a fit. She tried to wake me, but I didn't. I dreamed of a figure moving down from the kitchen, making it's way towards the bedrooms. Just something dark, like a void. Lifeless and bad. I woke up, completely soaked in sweat with the taste of blood in my mouth, like swallowed a pint of it, but there was no blood, I didn't bite the inside of my mouth or my tongue, nothing. I was in shock for hours. Weeks after I could still taste the blood. Still gives me the creeps when I think of it.
Some evenings in the house you could walk from the bedrooms to the living room and back in complete darkness and not think twice about it. Other nights the feeling is so bad in the house that we move from light switch to light switch and make our way down to the rooms or visa versa.
Since we've moved out, I haven't had one bad experience in the new house.... and I avoid visiting my mom in the evenings.
Believe what you will. I know I certainly believe in the existence of paranormal activities.
Evil is a subjective ever changing human perception used to describe anything that opposes the perceived norms of the masses. Therefore it is completely implausible for it to manifest in
any way seeing as it has no true existence.
The whole concept of ghosts/spirits is ridiculous and there isn't an ounce of certifiable evidence to support it.
So this subjective ever changing human perception is an illusion? Then why did it feel so bad? Think I would've felt the same if it was a cuddly white bunny hopping down the stair case and all I could taste was strawberries?
And saying it implausible to manifest itself into a form????? So according to you evil then can't exist because it cannot take a shape or form? HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!
We'll talk again one day when uncle Nick is doing the daily 12 o'clock Pineapple shuffle with your hiny hole. You're going to be screaming for that Pineapple to take another shape in the form of a McDonald's soft toy.
You're saying ghosts or spirits can't exist because there is no proof? What proof? Photo's? Letters from your dead grandma? Have you ever seen a photo of God, Satan, Buda?
Does that mean that they aren't real?
Because they have not left you a Hello on your Live Messenger, it now means they don't exist here and in the afterlife? Only believing in what you seeing is being blind. But if that is what you believe, that all you are is evolved sludge, then who am I to judge? Maybe you're right. I guess it's an easier way of living. Not having to believe in anything other than you as a meat sack. No afterlife, no gods, no spirits, no right, no wrong, no hope, no judgment, no accountability right?. Just you and nothing for you after you die. Nice, comfy nothingness.
I rather prefer a good scare and the metallic after taste of old blood any day then.