mysticwarrior:
Chai is it that you don't understand when you read? pls read your previous comments and listen to yourself.

It's simple, if you are not working for God you are working for his enemy the Devil.
Hence Jesus could say if you are not with him you are against him, you should rather be the one to read again and understand.
Once again Devil is behind what happened, definitely not God who frown against such acts.

benjanny:
Well my own experience was on 28th of August 2020 the day my dad was laid to rest.
We went to the mortuary in the morning by 8am to carry his corpse.

When we get to the mortuary the mortician said one thing that made me to turn around and look at the environment twice.

He said so Old School will be leaving me today.

Old School Is The name my dad's friends usually call him.

We have never in anyway discuss with the mortician about my dad his name or his nickname So I was wondering how he knew that name Old School

Spirits communicate

K4daniel:
Sincerely all these stories happen in real life because we are in the kingdom of men..

These weird ghost stories are not new even in the bible..when jesus was said to have risen lots of people saw their dead relatives..

But my own conclusion is this, since jesus had risen and promised to comeback again. Anyone risen as a ghost before jesus time is not a born again, we are to go to heaven as a born again not to be wondering about.. we have two kingdom in this world, the kingdom of God and of the devil, you either belong to one..in the kingdom of God there is orderliness and Satan's kingdom is filled with all sorts of manipulations where a demon could enter a dead body in form of a beautiful girl and go visit a brother in a night club just to fulfill the assignment of satan.

The devil could use dead body for his assignment. If you noticed most born again go to heaven..their soul is at rest and peaceful because their soul is precious to God.

Now my story, I am the last born, My dad was the faji (enjoyment, womanizer) type enjoy and had fun..wasn't born again until his death..the house was troubled..different noise hear and there..we thought it was his spirit but i noticed it was just an evil spirit capitalising on that because he was not a born again..but when my mum left at a good life she was born again...PEACE AND JOY FILL the entire home, sweet aroma of God's presence took over the burial.

I am not perfect, God is the owner of knowledge and miseries but I strongly believe real born again christains dont wonders about with all these stories, they go straight to heaven and no more wrong ghost stories about them. Peace and Joy fill everywhere in fact a pastor died and the cloud was fill with glory.People looked up and saw open heaven. The video was sent across social media.

You see bro, I just love this comment of yours. It shows you're knowledgeable about these things. So I'll make my comment in support of yours because I know even if many do not understand, or find it weird, you will understand.

On the day we were called that my grandmother no longer open her eyes, neither rise from her bed, we were all sad because she was such a good woman everyone was proud to point to that, "Hey you, that's my grandmother there too." And the other will be still. She was known throughout the entire village.

Now, when we were called about her still state, my mother travelled over to go see her. (Her husband, my grandfather was also a very nice and good man. The whole village shook by the news of his demise that both the old and young, including those who were lame came over to lament why would anyone kill such a man. Some old cried that would GOD they had died in his place. He was a Muslim till he was murdered. But after he died, there was dread and his spirit's movements was noted everywhere. Dogs barked. Children cried.) But my grandmother was a practicing Muslim with her husband. But after she came to stay with us, seeing the power in the name of JESUS CHRIST without the use of any diabolical beliefs, she converted secretly. None of her other children knew she had converted. Her name was never changed. She stopped praying the Islamic way. People thought she had become lazy as a Muslim but she kept sealed lips. The only thing remaining was how to stop the yearly sacrifice. When my mum moved to tell her about it, she said, "Indeed I do buy and kill ram, but I do that for my children, not for any god as a sacrifice."

Now, fast forward to when my mum went to see her on her death bed, as soon as my mum said she mentioned her name that she should talk to her, she tried to force her eyes open but she couldn't. Then she began to pray to GOD for her for forgiveness of sins. While my mum was praying, she said she saw someone like in the appearance of brilliant white light standing at the feet side of the bed. While dhe saw the soul of grandmother sitting on the bed, but her eyes were pure white without the pupil or iris.

Moments later, grandmother died.
No dogs barked.
No children cried.
No strange or terrifying spirit movements nor disturbances noted.
No one knew anything had happened until calls were made all around to inform everyone.

Mom called us and broke the news. Even though nothing really do shake me, that day I sobbed. Then add inquired of GOD and GOD confirmed that it was time for grandmother to leave. That her death was natural.

Now, years later, I saw myself in a place. In that place I was, I could see that there was at about 4 feet rise, I see another land. The weather there as like golden evening. While I was surprisingly observing that place, the land that is about 4 feet higher than where I was, the golden evening weather, the beauty of that place, I looked upward and saw my grandmother. Her body was like the most youthful, clear, clean and fair. Her body radiates and reflects with the colour of the golden evening weather.

Immediately I saw her, I knew her and I mentioned her name in surprise! She turned around and saw me. She was so happy to see me. She called my name and came walking towards me in a great radiation and sense of joy and happiness. She was clothed in a white robe that reaches to her feet. She came to me, stooped down and was consoling me with cool words in joy and happiness. She was telling me never to look back from the Way I am. She told me to never be afraid of anything. She told me to stick to my beliefs and never ever doubt what I have been taught about this Way. She said many other words I could not recall. She just kept mentioning I should never look back, never turn aside or draw back.

While she was saying these words I was admiring her and the radiance of her beauty. She raised her right hand and patted my head. Then she stood up and was going away. And I woke up.

Now, I and my family were the only Christians in our family, both in dad and mom's lineage, including grandmother who later converted secretly. But on seeing these things, we began praying for all our relatives that GOD should convert them, because they were hardcore Muslims and really hate to hear the name of JESUS CHRIST. But to GOD be the glory for honouring our prayers. Now, many of them have converted.

Richardlove:
For those of you who don't believe there are spirits in this world just continue. I once saw one many years ago. I grew up in the army barrack. The place that army barrack was built originally was occupied by native Yoruba people. So army chased them away and build offices and barracks. One of our relatives was unfortunate so his apartment was close to the grave of an old woman who was buried by the original occupants of that land. When army were bull dozing the place her spirit was stubborn and gave them hard time according to news from the earliest people that lived in that barrack.
Fast forward to my story, on this day my mom and I went to get okra from this our relative wife's farm. On reaching their house she told us that there was no much okra again that the little one on the farm she wants to use it to cook. So, later she sent her two small boys to go and get okra from the farm which was close by where the said grave was. I opted to go with them. My mom gave me permission too to go. On reaching there, the boys were in hurry harvesting okra but I mange to harvest one and gave it to the one who is the oldest of our three. The other boy started laughing at me that since it's only one I harvested so I felt bad.
When they were about to leave the one laughing at me pick race and the oldest of our three was calling me to come let's go but I refused to move because I was still feeling bad. So they disappeared from sight and I was left alone.
All of a sudden I felt breeze and felt the present of someone. At this time I was looking at the ground so I lifted my face up and use my corner eyes to look to the direction of the wind, honestly, I saw a fleshless old woman in traditional Yoruba attire, standing in the air, above the ground looking at me. She zoomed around me causing a chill around me. As a child the fear was not much. Perhaps she felt I was not scared so she disappeared and I started leaving to meet my mom. When I got there my mom and the other woman were getting ready to come for me. It was the woman that asked me first if I saw anything because I was moody and my mom pressurized me to talk but I kept mute. But alone the way as we were going home I told her what I saw. People around that area don't come out unless when much people are around. That same spirit has caused my step-sister to go inactive for several years and they took her to several prayer centers before she got save. And several other people. The spirit style is to cause fear and chill and then the person will go abnormal. We later pack from that barrack and a friend told me later that they called a charmer to come and cage her spirit in a bottle. So she'll not disturb again. There are spirits, witches, wizard, occult, demon and many other ungodly spirits in this world.

When I was small there was an old cemetery close to where we lived, amongst those that were bury there was an Indian lady, there were reports of apparitions of what looks like a foreign woman singing and walking around the cemetery.

After some time she started appearing to the people living in the streets close to the cemetery, she would frightened and forced them to live in panic. My Elder sister heard about it and laughed and said it was a mare superstition, one day she went for a night vigil and was coming back around 5am alone, there was no other shortcut to our street and she had to pass through the side of the cemetery.

As she was coming she suddenly saw an entity in the form of a woman moving close to her, she ran with all the strength she had till she got home, three weeks later a powerful spiritualist was brought in from Benin, he built an iron cage round the woman's grave and fastened it with chains and padlocked.

He told everyone that he has arrested the spirit, but instead the spirit became more vicious and would scream at anyone passing by, people where even hearing strange knocks on their door, she sometimes even appear in broad daylight and it was worst than before. Indians were called and they said the woman was not cremated as part of Hindu funeral rite and her spirit is angry.

They exhumed her already decaying body from the grave and burnt it to ashes, they took the ashes with them and that was the last time she appeared to anyone.

josh123:
Has anyone ever experienced or heard stories of supernatural things happening to the dead? And why does morticians knock before entering a morgue?

A spirit that can slap an innocent human is that one a spirit, A spirit that can buy and can't pay is that one a spirit. Be afraid of those who can slap you, kill you physically and also kill your spirit. Yeye spirit, na me you wan use your anger on, go and use it on those who cut short your life.

Kayberg:


You see bro, I just love this comment of yours. It shows you're knowledgeable about these things. So I'll make my comment in support of yours because I know even if many do not understand, or find it weird, you will understand.

On the day we were called that my grandmother no longer open her eyes, neither rise from her bed, we were all sad because she was such a good woman everyone was proud to point to that, "Hey you, that's my grandmother there too." And the other will be still. She was known throughout the entire village.

Now, when we were called about her still state, my mother travelled over to go see her. (Her husband, my grandfather was also a very nice and good man. The whole village shook by the news of his demise that both the old and young, including those who were lame came over to lament why would anyone kill such a man. Some old cried that would GOD they had died in his place. He was a Muslim till he was murdered. But after he died, there was dread and his spirit's movements was noted everywhere. Dogs barked. Children cried.) But my grandmother was a practicing Muslim with her husband. But after she came to stay with us, seeing the power in the name of JESUS CHRIST without the use of any diabolical beliefs, she converted secretly. None of her other children knew she had converted. Her name was never changed. She stopped praying the Islamic way. People thought she had become lazy as a Muslim but she kept sealed lips. The only thing remaining was how to stop the yearly sacrifice. When my mum moved to tell her about it, she said, "Indeed I do buy and kill ram, but I do that for my children, not for any god as a sacrifice."

Now, fast forward to when my mum went to see her on her death bed, as soon as my mum said she mentioned her name that she should talk to her, she tried to force her eyes open but she couldn't. Then she began to pray to GOD for her for forgiveness of sins. While my mum was praying, she said she saw someone like in the appearance of brilliant white light standing at the feet side of the bed. While dhe saw the soul of grandmother sitting on the bed, but her eyes were pure white without the pupil or iris.

Moments later, grandmother died.
No dogs barked.
No children cried.
No strange or terrifying spirit movements nor disturbances noted.
No one knew anything had happened until calls were made all around to inform everyone.

Mom called us and broke the news. Even though nothing really do shake me, that day I sobbed. Then add inquired of GOD and GOD confirmed that it was time for grandmother to leave. That her death was natural.

Now, years later, I saw myself in a place. In that place I was, I could see that there was at about 4 feet rise, I see another land. The weather there as like golden evening. While I was surprisingly observing that place, the land that is about 4 feet higher than where I was, the golden evening weather, the beauty of that place, I looked upward and saw my grandmother. Her body was like the most youthful, clear, clean and fair. Her body radiates and reflects with the colour of the golden evening weather.

Immediately I saw her, I knew her and I mentioned her name in surprise! She turned around and saw me. She was so happy to see me. She called my name and came walking towards me in a great radiation and sense of joy and happiness. She was clothed in a white robe that reaches to her feet. She came to me, stooped down and was consoling me with cool words in joy and happiness. She was telling me never to look back from the Way I am. She told me to never be afraid of anything. She told me to stick to my beliefs and never ever doubt what I have been taught about this Way. She said many other words I could not recall. She just kept mentioning I should never look back, never turn aside or draw back.

While she was saying these words I was admiring her and the radiance of her beauty. She raised her right hand and patted my head. Then she stood up and was going away. And I woke up.

Now, I and my family were the only Christians in our family, both in dad and mom's lineage, including grandmother who later converted secretly. But on seeing these things, we began praying for all our relatives that GOD should convert them, because they were hardcore Muslims and really hate to hear the name of JESUS CHRIST. But to GOD be the glory for honouring our prayers. Now, many of them have converted.

Just go straight and narrate your story without exaggeration. No true Muslim dislike Jesus(isa) as we accord them respect while also dignifying them as a prophet of God. If any of your relative really hate to hear jesus, then their faith and believe is feeble and cannot be regarded as true muslims

mashad:





Just go straight and narrate your story without exaggeration. No true Muslim dislike Jesus(isa) as we accord them respect while also dignifying them as a prophet of God. If any of your relative really hate to hear jesus, then their faith and believe is feeble and cannot be regarded as true muslims

Your thoughts bro….but it ain't working on me.
I live among Muslims and I know what I'm puting up with on daily basis all because of our faith. Our relatives before used to mock us directly for our faith in JESUS CHRIST and even mocked our JESUS. So I know much too well about that lies you just compiled up there and what it is called.

If you think they ain't good Muslims with what they do, how they pray, go to worship centres, wear hijab, recite and quote the Koran, celebrate and mark all Islamic holidays among others, and all the Muslims I happen to live among till date, then it's nothing to write home about. Because they persecuted us even to the death. But for GOD with us, we survived them all.

So you don't need to try convince me about what I already know, live and even witness, and still witnessing.

IAMPEDRO:
A spirit that can slap an innocent human is that one a spirit, A spirit that can buy and can't pay is that one a spirit. Be afraid of those who can slap you, kill you physically and also kill your spirit. Yeye spirit, na me you wan use your anger on, go and use it on those who cut short your life.

You're still inexperienced about such paranormal stuffs.…

Kayberg:


Your thoughts bro….but it ain't working on me.
I live among Muslims and I know what I'm puting up with on daily basis all because of our faith. Our relatives before used to mock us directly for our faith in JESUS CHRIST and even mocked our JESUS. So I know much too well about that lies you just compiled up there and what it is called.

If you think they ain't good Muslims with what they do, how they pray, go to worship centres, wear hijab, recite and quote the Koran, celebrate and mark all Islamic holidays among others, and all the Muslims I happen to live among till date, then it's nothing to write home about. Because they persecuted us even to the death. But for GOD with us, we survived them all.

So you don't need to try convince me about what I already know, live and even witness, and still witnessing.

Lemme give you a riddle of myself.

My great grandparents were Ogun Worshipers

My grandparents on both sides were Muslims.

My parents are Christians.

What am I?

luminouz:

Lemme give you a riddle of myself.
My great grandparents were Ogun Worshipers
My grandparents on both sides were Muslims.
My parents are Christians.
What am I?

An athiest

josh123:
An athiest

Wrong.

Try again

Mode4:
I studied human anatomy in University of Calabar. I did msc anatomy (uniport). I have heard stories of dead bodies in gross lab (where students carry out dissections of dead bodies) and in embalment rooms. I use to read In gross lab with those dead bodies around me. I will even fall asleep sometimes. I never saw or felt anything.

When we studied mortuary techniques in yr 3, we were taught how to embalm corpses by specialized morticians, and they never told us any of these things. We didn't knock any door when we went to gross lab to dissect those bodies or when I visited embalment rooms to harvest organs or learn embalment techniques.

Those stories we hear are fictitious and superstitious. Though I am not into embalment but I have colleagues who are embalmers, and they have always debunked those stories.

The devil and his wicked demons can take up the images of the dead to cause confusion and tell us things. Some may even tell us or reveal certain secrets to us, I don't have any doubt.

Your last paragraph contradicts the one above it.

Discombulator:

another typical Nigerian youth incapable of critical thinking, it is common sense.

I'm sorry for you if you think this life ends with the things you can see, or feel. I worked with one of the major transport companies in this country. I've sat among drivers gisting about paranormal activities they encounter along the highways during night journeys. Note, they are not telling me o. Just gisting among themselves.

Or how can you explain that anytime the highly occultic company owner is to release new fleet of buses, there must be an accident that will claim a drivers life. It's been consistently happening for 15 years at a stretch.

But wait o. Are you trying to say that our politicians are do not dabble in occultism? You think they are normal men who just depend on police for security?

Have you not been born when the Bakassi boys of the late 90's were openly operating with charms? Or during the days of Eddie nawgu?

When I was in secondary school, my state, an eastern state, hosted the national cultural festival, hence our school hostel was used as one of the lodges for people coming from other states. We were told to go home pending when the guests will finish. It was the Hausa-Fulanis that occupied our hostels. One Saturday, I went to collect something I had forgotten in my cupboard, and saw these cultural performers rehearsing. What I saw with my two eyes that day, I've never seen before. A man will stab his eyes with a dagger and nothing will happen. I saw a levitating object for the first time ever.

Bros, forget o. There are things that defy logic. The supernatural exists full time.

josh123:
Has anyone ever experienced or heard stories of supernatural things happening to the dead? And why does morticians knock before entering a morgue?

Weird!!

engrchykae:
Some guys came to buy moi moi (the one in peak milk can),paid the seller and while they were leaving they told the woman to come around this side and collect her tins.
When the woman finished selling,she was short on time,she now remembered that some guys told her to come around for her tins,she now found the tins on the door of the morgue,she parked her tins,she saw the chief mortician and narrated her story,the mortician asked her if she can recognise the guys,she affirmed ,the mortician opened the door and let her in,she saw the three guys lying on the floor with fragments of moi moi on their shirts.
Her head swelled up.
Life is bigger than what we can see

OMG! scary

Hullabaloon:


Your last paragraph contradicts the one above it.

How? Don't you believe in the supernatural?

Henrodah:
I remember when I lost my dad in the 90s , and we took him to Benin city(den of principalities then) And it was time for my mum to bath naked in a stream by 1am in the night. The elders (Odionwere) told me to keep my eyes shut and cover my ears, that its time for the spirits to roam. I was barely 10years old and I grew up in the north and a Christian home, so these events sounded strange to me, but what struck me to this very moment as an adult, was when the elders that were allowed to not close their eyes , started talking about what they saw( mind you they didn't know I could understand Bini wella) , they said they saw a woman with one leg, and her baby on her back hopping, also they saw my dad and he told them who was responsible for his illness that led to his death and other things a 10year old shouldn't have heard . My point is this world is more spiritual than even physical. For those that feel western corpse don't disturb, try and see this movie 'Autopsy of Jane doe' its a movie but it changed my mindset about oyinbo dead bodies.

And you wholeheartedly believed the trash??
You guys should spare yourselves of these destructive thoughts and superstitions.
Why is it that those of us who don't believe in these things don't experience it??

Tommmmybigd:
my dad gave up the ghost in my bare hands,I noticed and was with him from 11pm till 6am in the morning, nothing happened, I'm his only child and, he never appeared to me telling me things,and he too don't believe this shiiit when he was alive,I don't believe all this shitttttt ,I only know what I know, what I don't know don't know me,danke

Don't mind these people.
As a medical student, i used to go back alone to the anatomy dissection room(with over 30 cadavers) after the normal dissecting session, and i never saw any of the cadavers move, including the ones we tore into pieces via dissection. Why were they not angry with us, if they had any of such powers being attributed to them?

And because of these kind of crazy stories and beliefs by Nigerians, i have always tried to go back alone to the room where i keep any demised patient before they're moved to the mortuary, just to see them move, yet i haven't seen any.

And no medical professionals working anywhere has such weird experience from their dead patients.

Why's it only when they go to the mortuary they start acting?
The truth is that most of those morticians are traditionalists and poorly educated guys, who already have those beliefs picked up in their villages even before taking up the jobs.

I can't even imagine knocking for a dead patient i just confirmed dead. That would be very funny.

Maybe, I'll have to spend a full night in the mortuary one of these days to partake in these special experience they've been enjoying alone.

[quote author=ChybuzzDD post=99630149]

And you wholeheartedly believed the trashed??
You guys should spare yourselves of these destructive thoughts and superstitions.
Why is it that those of us who don't believe in these things don't experience it??
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You don't experience it and believe it because your place in hell might be confirmed, so no need for the devil to fight for your soul.

[quote author=Henrodah post=99661500][/quote] Bro cos you not connected to them, the ghost and spirit only comes to those who are not really normal or weird people. Like the mad men in the street, and most of the people around us are possessed bro cos not all of them are really humans

LifeOfTrigga:
Bro cos you not connected to them, the ghost and spirit only comes to those who are not really normal or weird people. Like the mad men in the street, and most of the people around us are possessed bro cos not all of them are really humans

Hmmmm

Kayberg:


You see bro, I just love this comment of yours. It shows you're knowledgeable about these things. So I'll make my comment in support of yours because I know even if many do not understand, or find it weird, you will understand.

On the day we were called that my grandmother no longer open her eyes, neither rise from her bed, we were all sad because she was such a good woman everyone was proud to point to that, "Hey you, that's my grandmother there too." And the other will be still. She was known throughout the entire village.

Now, when we were called about her still state, my mother travelled over to go see her. (Her husband, my grandfather was also a very nice and good man. The whole village shook by the news of his demise that both the old and young, including those who were lame came over to lament why would anyone kill such a man. Some old cried that would GOD they had died in his place. He was a Muslim till he was murdered. But after he died, there was dread and his spirit's movements was noted everywhere. Dogs barked. Children cried.) But my grandmother was a practicing Muslim with her husband. But after she came to stay with us, seeing the power in the name of JESUS CHRIST without the use of any diabolical beliefs, she converted secretly. None of her other children knew she had converted. Her name was never changed. She stopped praying the Islamic way. People thought she had become lazy as a Muslim but she kept sealed lips. The only thing remaining was how to stop the yearly sacrifice. When my mum moved to tell her about it, she said, "Indeed I do buy and kill ram, but I do that for my children, not for any god as a sacrifice."

Now, fast forward to when my mum went to see her on her death bed, as soon as my mum said she mentioned her name that she should talk to her, she tried to force her eyes open but she couldn't. Then she began to pray to GOD for her for forgiveness of sins. While my mum was praying, she said she saw someone like in the appearance of brilliant white light standing at the feet side of the bed. While dhe saw the soul of grandmother sitting on the bed, but her eyes were pure white without the pupil or iris.

Moments later, grandmother died.
No dogs barked.
No children cried.
No strange or terrifying spirit movements nor disturbances noted.
No one knew anything had happened until calls were made all around to inform everyone.

Mom called us and broke the news. Even though nothing really do shake me, that day I sobbed. Then add inquired of GOD and GOD confirmed that it was time for grandmother to leave. That her death was natural.

Now, years later, I saw myself in a place. In that place I was, I could see that there was at about 4 feet rise, I see another land. The weather there as like golden evening. While I was surprisingly observing that place, the land that is about 4 feet higher than where I was, the golden evening weather, the beauty of that place, I looked upward and saw my grandmother. Her body was like the most youthful, clear, clean and fair. Her body radiates and reflects with the colour of the golden evening weather.

Immediately I saw her, I knew her and I mentioned her name in surprise! She turned around and saw me. She was so happy to see me. She called my name and came walking towards me in a great radiation and sense of joy and happiness. She was clothed in a white robe that reaches to her feet. She came to me, stooped down and was consoling me with cool words in joy and happiness. She was telling me never to look back from the Way I am. She told me to never be afraid of anything. She told me to stick to my beliefs and never ever doubt what I have been taught about this Way. She said many other words I could not recall. She just kept mentioning I should never look back, never turn aside or draw back.

While she was saying these words I was admiring her and the radiance of her beauty. She raised her right hand and patted my head. Then she stood up and was going away. And I woke up.

Now, I and my family were the only Christians in our family, both in dad and mom's lineage, including grandmother who later converted secretly. But on seeing these things, we began praying for all our relatives that GOD should convert them, because they were hardcore Muslims and really hate to hear the name of JESUS CHRIST. But to GOD be the glory for honouring our prayers. Now, many of them have converted.

The Lord is good brother..so so happy that grandma made it. Thank God others are now knowing christ. Your story is touching bro.Thanks for sharing this.God bless.

bluefilm:
Wow!

This is hilarious!!

Such things can only happen in Africa where there are millions and millions of _dumb people who will believe anything you tell them.

And since, so many have told lies here, I think it wouldn't hurt if I come add my own join.

Just try and enjoy it.

One day, I walked into a mortuary without knocking on the door.

What I saw made me freeze at once!

One bad ass dead guy was _fucking one big booty dead bitch furiously.

O boy!

Dem no even send me.

I quickly brought out my phone to record the scenario unfolding before my eyes.

My plan was to upload it to my YouTube Channel one time and then sit back and watch the money turn over!

But when I reached home and I tried to replay the video, I got the biggest shock of my life.

There was absolutely nothing to see because the entire video was blank!!!

guy when people tell u about the supernatural,the best thing is to lock up cos no logical explanation can b given.
I use to b like u in the past n I argue a lot about the supernatural until I had 2 personal encounters that changed my mind till this very day.

the first scenerio was when I dated a girl,a fine cute chick from a very comfortable home.she sort me out financially almost all the time and I never believed she was possessed till I broke her heart.
I started seeing this girl chasing me around in my dreams n always frustrating me whenever I close my eyes to sleep,I told my friends about it but they laughed it off even my mom didn't believe it.just imagine me that have been sleeping alone in a flat n I can't sleep alone in a room again.

it was so scary to the extent that I will leave my house n go n sleep in a room where over 4 people are staying,many of them don't understand my reasons but only me know.

The day my mom tool me serious was when this girl disappear live n my face n I was running around d house in d middle of d night like a mad man.just imagine someone running around the house around 2am?then she took me to a pastor who told me many things about d girl.
bro till today my mom still find it hard to believe d disappearing part but I know what I saw n it can't b proven so if anyone is talking about supernatural,I just lock up cos I have been dere.

The second scenerio,I was about to write my final year paper n my mum was sick in the hospital but nobody told me cos they don't want it to affect me,one sunny afternoon I was on bed,I can't even fathom if I was sleeping or not,I just saw my mom telling me so many things n immediately I was about to come back to life fully I didn't see anything.
I narrated it to my ever unserious roommate n he told me "something is happening"......I called home n they told me my mom is fine but she's busy only for me to travel home d following week n they told me she was in coma when I had the dream that they have all lost hope b4 God brought her back to life.
bro,abeg there's supernatural.its always stupid when people are telling the experience but it's real at least I have been dere twice

Supernatural things exist,e never happen to you no mean say e no dey exist.dont pray to experience any because some people don’t make it out of the scenario alive

K4daniel:


The Lord is good brother..so so happy that grandma made it. Thank God others are now knowing christ. Your story is touching bro.Thanks for sharing this.God bless.

Thanks bro.
GOD bless us all.

Kayberg:


Your thoughts bro….but it ain't working on me.
I live among Muslims and I know what I'm puting up with on daily basis all because of our faith. Our relatives before used to mock us directly for our faith in JESUS CHRIST and even mocked our JESUS. So I know much too well about that lies you just compiled up there and what it is called.

If you think they ain't good Muslims with what they do, how they pray, go to worship centres, wear hijab, recite and quote the Koran, celebrate and mark all Islamic holidays among others, and all the Muslims I happen to live among till date, then it's nothing to write home about. Because they persecuted us even to the death. But for GOD with us, we survived them all.

So you don't need to try convince me about what I already know, live and even witness, and still witnessing.

I will add to this..na who wear shoe no where dey pain am. My mum was from a Muslim royal family at kwara..she was a princess... My mum was converted to Christian.. She also converted her junior brother..a king in view to Christian.. They are both no more..but we found out they were both killed by their own families...I know what I am saying

markkuss:


I will add to this..na who wear shoe no where dey pain am. My mum was from a Muslim royal family at kwara..she was a princess... My mum was converted to Christian.. She also converted her junior brother..a king in view to Christian.. They are both no more..but we found out they were both killed by their own families...I know what I am saying

I should have been a prince walking in the palace by now.
But the crown was diverted from my dad because he was a Christian by his Muslim brothers.
So, I understanl these stuff(s) very well.

Sleekmilan01:


Yes I stayed In Lagos for 23years before I moved to Delta,and yeah I knew ghosts existed but I never believed ordinary people can see them till I migrated to Delta state,our house I s a few blocks from where people that commited suicide,died in shrine or mysteriously are buried..I ve always been told to be weary about night walking but based on my beliefs I felt its all but just a figment of people's imagination till I experienced spiritual things,not once not twice not thrice...my mum that's even an ardent Christian felt the encounters me and my brothers have had with this spirit beings were lies got her own share one night and that was the last straw,we had to look for another house somewhere pretty fast...

If u think my stories are back,ask about Abbi town in Delta state and things that usually occurs at night along ogume rd during the month of February

can you share a few of these personal experiences in detail? Would be really appreciated

MrHeff:
can you share a few of these personal experiences in detail? Would be really appreciated

Ok..when I moved to abbi town,delta state in 2013_/, I made new friends and they told me to be weary about night walking die to ghostly activities at nights,I just laughed cuz I didn't believed in any of it...well one night,I decided to sleep in one of this my friends house,his house was just some few metres from where dead bodies of those that died mysteriously are being dumped..that night,I could hear my name being called out from the gate like I should come and open it,then this my guy told me never to answer,that they do experience such every night and they used to it now,out of curiosity I decided to look outside the window from our room upstairs,what I saw sent cold into my system pretty fast,I saw people at night very scary and dark shadow like walking aimlessly in the vast compound area,this was 2am...I could ve depict that as a figment of my imagination till another night I went to a vigil with my bro and we close 2am,my mum called us to be coming home

That she would be waiting for us outside with our gateman,so I and my kid bro left church and headed home...on getting to this ogume road I mentioned,there was electricity that night so everywhere was bright that we could see our house from afar and possibly people too...as we approached our house,I could see people coming towards us just like the one I saw in my friends house(same street)I then summoned up courage in other not to scare my brother,so I said that I would also behave like I was dead and won't utter a word while I pass them,not knowing what I was seeing,my brother too was seeing such,as we approached,the multitudes of people kept decreasing,the closer we get,the more they depreciate till we finally got close to my house only to find my mum and gateman were the one actually walking towards us

Sleekmilan01:
That she would be waiting for us outside with our gateman,so I and my kid bro left church and headed home...on getting to this ogume road I mentioned,there was electricity that night so everywhere was bright that we could see our house from afar and possibly people too...as we approached our house,I could see people coming towards us just like the one I saw in my friends house(same street)I then summoned up courage in other not to scare my brother,so I said that I would also behave like I was dead and won't utter a word while I pass them,not knowing what I was seeing,my brother too was seeing such,as we approached,the multitudes of people kept decreasing,the closer we get,the more they depreciate till we finally got close to my house only to find my mum and gateman were the one actually walking towards us

bro no be that road wey lead no novena university,I know there very well and my late step mom is from Abbi so I know there very well. Na run we run commot Abbi,the land of weed. that town is like zombie land at night.. people still living there dey try o. even my step bro behave like a ghost sometimes till we started avoiding him.during holidays,if he comes to our side especially during harmattan season,guy go bath cold water,still open body sleep under standing fan and ceiling fan running on their maximum speed. he go face up like dead person,place both hands on his chest like dead body. guy just be scaring d shiit out of everyone.i fear Abbi people.

ekene101:
bro no be that road wey lead no novena university,I know there very well and my late step mom is from Abbi so I know there very well. Na run we run commot Abbi,the land of weed. that town is like zombie land at night.. people still living there dey try o. even my step bro behave like a ghost sometimes till we started avoiding him.during holidays,if he comes to our side especially during harmattan season,guy go bath cold water,still open body sleep under standing fan and ceiling fan running on their maximum speed. he go face up like dead person,place both hands on his chest like dead body. guy just be scaring d shiit out of everyone.i fear Abbi people.

Aje sir...lol I'm not actually scared walking that road at night again,reason being I ve seen enough and I don't think I would.see anything worse than that,sometimes when I walk that alone,I just take my mind that I'm on that road,I walk like a ghost myself and Also try to avoid looking at both side of the road,my aim is always to get to the T junction...well right now I'm looking to go spend some months there and probably get laid by their sweet girls