Moving Cup

Of course there are going to be things that go “bump in the night” … or even sometimes during the day. But is it always going to be something that can easily be debunked? There are things that can’t be explained, or debunked. Sometimes there is no reason for an empty plate -or cup- to slide off of the counter and into the sink. Especially when it was resting perfectly fine on the counter, and there was nothing underneath it to make it unbalanced.

My mom had been watching me and two of my cousins on my dad’s side of the family during the summer while their mom was at work. We’ve experienced quite a few things in that house while we lived there. On this particular day though, my mom, cousins and I were standing in the kitchen after we got finished with eating lunch. We had all put our plates and cups in the sink, but my cousin, “Henry,” put is cup on the kitchen counter, and the plate in the sink. He set it on the sink in case he wanted to fill it up with water again later. We gathered around the island in the kitchen, and started talking for a few minutes.

As we were standing in the kitchen talking, and getting ready to go back outside we heard something sliding on the counter. When we turned to look, we saw Henry’s cup slide on the counter, tip up a little bit to go over the ledge of the sink, and then fall into the sink. Henry looked at the three of us, wide-eyed, and we each had the same expression on our faces; it was complete shock.

Henry looked around at all of us –as we were looking around at each other- and he asked, “You saw that, right?” We all nodded our heads ‘yes’ as we each replied to him that we had just seen the same thing he did.

We stood there for a moment, and we were actually wondering if it had be our grandpa –none of us had ever gotten the chance to meet him because he passed away when my dad was thirteen. The reason why we were wondering why it was him, was because he had helped build the house that we were living in at that time. Just after we started to wonder and ask each other if it could have been him that moved Henry’s cup into the sink, we smelled an older cologne that’s kind of tough for me to describe. My mom had told my dad about it after he had gotten home, and then she started telling him about the cologne that the four of us had smelled. It was then that my dad had confirmed that it was my grandfather that had moved the cup, and made us smell his cologne, because my dad had said that it was the very cologne that his dad used all the time.

Another reason why we knew that it was my late grandfather was because he was a military man when he was alive. Everything had its rightful place. (I know this because my dad has told both me and my mom about this). So, as we continued to think about it, we were pretty sure that it was my late grandfather’s way of saying, “Hey, your dirty cup belongs in the sink.”

Though it was quite an interesting –and cool– experience, none of us felt threatened by what had happened. We were just momentarily freaked out since we couldn’t see what had moved the cup into the sink.


~*♥ Des ♥*~

Shadow Man

​I have had many paranormal experiences happen to me, and I’ve been trying to figure out which one to share with you first. So, I figured, why not start with the first one that I am able to remember?

When I was four years old, my parents and I lived in an apartment. One night after they tucked me into bed, I fell asleep with one of my stuffed animals, and I also had the nightlight on. I remember waking up -my eyes snapping open- because fear trickled through my veins, paralyzing me. My nightlight was flickering, and then it burned out. When I was able to find the courage to move, I sat up and looked toward the end of my bed. There was a silhouette of a man standing there. He wasn’t doing anything, but he was just standing there at the end of my bed in a suit, and short top-hat. And like I said, it was only his silhouette, so I didn’t see the features of his face. But he was just standing there staring at me; I could tell because I could feel it. I still couldn’t scream because I was so terrified. Once I was able to find my voice, I screamed for my parents. They came rushing into my room asking me what was wrong, and I shouted, “There’s a man at the end of my bed!” as I was pointing at the man that I was seeing. My parents turned on the light, and then looked toward the end of my bed.

“There’s nobody there, Des.” Both of my parents had said, trying to reassure me. I looked toward the end of my bed again, and he was still there, looking at me. I continually insisted that the man was still there, and they kept telling me that he wasn’t. My dad had then told my mom to stay with me while he checked the rest of the apartment. After he checked my window to make sure it was locked he left the room and checked everywhere else. He checked the main door, the patio door, all the other windows, and any hiding places.

While he was doing all of that, I remember thinking, ‘Why is he doing that? Why is he checking the rest of the apartment?’ because the “Shadow Man” was still standing at the end of my bed.

When my dad came back into the room, he had said that all of the doors and windows were still locked, and there was no sign of forced entry. He also said that there was absolutely nobody in the apartment except for the three of us. But how could it have just been the three of us in the apartment when I could plainly see the Shadow Man standing at the end of my bed? I could not understand why I was the only one -at the age of four- that could see the Shadow Man standing there.

After my parents put me back to bed, the Shadow Man had left, and my parents went to turn off the bedroom light, but then I stopped them. I told them that my nightlight had burned out. My dad went over to my nightlight, unplugged it, and took a look at the light bulb.

“But, I just changed this bulb.” My dad had said, and he looked at my mom, while glancing at me. “I just changed this bulb two days ago; it’s brand new.” My dad looked sort of puzzled. He took the old bulb out of the nightlight, and we all saw that it was black. After he changed the light bulb and plugged in my nightlight again, they tucked me back into bed, and we said, “goodnight” and “I love you.” They then turned off the light and closed the door. I laid there for a while, not being able to go back to sleep because of what I just saw.

Whenever I would recount what I saw to other people -even as I got older- there would be people that would believe me, and there would be others that wouldn’t believe me. The ones that didn’t believe me told me things like, “Well kids at that age have a wild imagination,” (ok, true; kids do have a wild imagination, but even though I was four years old, I knew the difference between reality and imagination… and that Shadow Man did not come from my imagination. He was real. He still is real to me to this very day. Where would I have gotten that from?) Others have said things like, “Well, you must have had a nightmare.” No, I knew what I saw was there; I was wide awake, and I knew that I didn’t have a nightmare.

The ones who believed me have asked me if I’ve seen that Shadow Man again. My answer has always been, “No, but I have seen other shadow people, other spirits, and I’ve also had other stuff happen to me throughout the years.” (That includes the good, and the bad).

It comes down to this: Things kept happening to me while I was a kid, teenager, and still even as an adult. I would like to keep sharing my paranormal experiences with you as time goes on. 🙂 

~*♡ Des ♡*~


Welcome to my blog! I’m Destiny Lawrance, but please call me Des (pronounced: [DESS], there is no “z” in my name ☺). Hopefully you’ve gotten the chance to take a look at my “About Me” page, and my “Basic Ground Rules” page. If you haven’t taken a look at either of them yet, feel free to take a look at them at any time.

So, I’ve been trying to think of what my first blog should be, and I figured, “Why not just do an Introduction?”

The majority of my blogs will be about the paranormal (ghosts, spirits, spiritual activity, etc.), and I might even post blogs about other things as well. Please note that none of my blogs will have any personal information, I will not mention any names in my blog posts, (but if I do, the names will be changed for the privacy and security of the people and/or person I’m referring to), and none of my blogs will have my location turned on for privacy and security reasons. ☺

As I have mentioned before, the majority of my posts will be about the paranormal, because it is one of my favorite topics to talk about. I have had a fascination with the paranormal since I was a kid. I have had things happen to me throughout my life  (I still do to this day), and I would like to share those experiences with all of you as time goes on. There have been paranormal experiences that have happened to a few of my friends (I won’t mention their real names for privacy and security reasons), and I was even with a few of my friends when some of the paranormal experiences happened.

Of you’re visiting my blog and you don’t believe in the paranormal, that’s fine. As time goes on, and I continue to post more blogs, I will have them organized into different categories.

I hope that you’re able to sit back, relax, and enjoy the blogs as I continue to post more.