Here it is. I am curious to know what happened to you that created such a profound interest in the paranormal. And with that, I’ll tell you why I’m here doing what I do.
Now, I’m not going to go into the very early years and the dreams and imaginary friend but am skipping to my first true paranormal experience several years ago when I was a teenager.
My father had very recently died of a massive heart attack at the tender age of 42. He had been a coal miner all of his adult life and died suddenly one night coming out of the mines. It was so sudden and threw me and my mom into a tailspin (understatement). Shortly after this, me, my mom and my fiance were relaxing and talking one evening and heard my dad on the back porch. He often came home from work and stomped his mining boots off on the back porch before he entered. This night you could here this and him scratching at the door like he was trying to get his key in the lock. This happened about every 15 minutes for an hour. There was snow on and we repeatedly checked the steps and there was no disturbance in the snow.
I don’t believe this was residual as it only happened this one night. Our happy life was bumping along just fine and he died suddenly. I feel that my father just didn’t realize he was physically dead yet. He was never much of a believer in the paranormal and scoffed at a lot of what we, as researchers, accept as fact. There were a couple more experiences involving my father, with me and my mother, but I said FIRST paranormal experience so I’ll stop here. I have had many experiences in many different situations since and just cannot resist trying to learn as much as I can about what we are, at the present, calling paranormal.
Join me now in recalling what got you started in this fascinating field of study. Understanding what brought us to this point may help us understand where we are going. I realize some of you may not be comfortable telling your story but your comments are certainly welcome.
Jazzi Ryan Ranes ~ The Sensuous Poetic 
My story will seem a bit strange to most “paranormal people”, because I never really had a knock you over the head obvious paranormal experience before getting into this field. Even so, I absolutely know that life continues after death… and I know that some spirits linger. I’m not one of those that is waiting for validation of that.
Though none of them were obvious, I do have a few fuzzy experiences growing up where you look back on them now and wonder if there was something paranormal going on. My father always told me a story VERY similar to the story you just told that happened to my parents when I was a baby. I’ve always been fascinated by that. Otherwise, my first truly paranormal experience was finding EVP from my first investigations.
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I know what you mean about the fuzzy early experiences that you were just never sure about…I wonder about these things. My first EVP…wow…as memorable as many other firsts in our lives…total game changers in the way we perceive the world around us.
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Immediately after my father’s death, for some reason, I was asleep in my parent’s room, as my mother was not able to sleep in their bed – he was still at the funeral home, and it was just too soon. She asked me to spend the night, and since his funeral was the next day, it seemed like a good idea. I didn’t want to sleep in that room either, but I told myself it was silly. And I would have been right, but I woke up around 4 am. As I was laying there – just thinking – my dad walked into the room in his robe and pajamas. He stopped at the foot of the bed and said “Everything alright?” I was speechless, and I just nodded, and he turned and walked out the bedroom door. I jumped out of bed and tried to follow him down the hall, but he wasn’t there.
I always told myself it had to be a dream, and I would still err on the side of sanity, but a couple of weeks later, while my mother was visiting my sister ion Chicago, I had to go to her house to check on things. My wit and daughter waited in the car while I quickly ran in to check the basement for water after a huge rain. As I unlocked the basement door, I stopped dead in my tracks. Something out of the corner of my eye made me look down the hall. There he was – standing at the thermostat – same robe and pajamas, adjusting the heat as he always did. He looked right at me and then returned his gaze to the temperature. I did one of those double takes – kinda shook my head slightly and he was gone. I was so shaken, I just went out to the car. I couldn’t talk about it for days. Not out of fear, but because this time it could not have been a dream.
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Thank you for sharing your experiences Randy. I have not experienced an apparition of such a solid, right there, nature. It must have truly knocked you for a loop and being your father and all…my father was more of a noise maker, then after about 6 months there was nothing more. I still miss him very much.
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I have not had an experience yet…
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