This is my first time sharing a ghost story. I have had several experiences in my life but these are the ones I had in Germany.
I have always been sensitive to "feeling" things in the spiritual realm. I've never been a scared type of person. I have always had a strong faith that God loves me and will protect me from evil.
When I was 21 years old I was married to a guy in the military stationed in Osterholz, Germany. I settled in to the apartment and started attending a church. Whether or not my husband was deployed, I always went to church.
I met a girl from the church there who's husband was on a similar deployment schedule and, as the two of us were often alone and we didn't have children, we decided to spend some time together while our husbands were away.
She invited me over to their apartment to spend the night so I brought my clothes and we stayed up watching movies her mother had sent her on VHS. (Anyone remember those?) Then we got ready for bed after talking and giggling and sharing stories about growing up. We'd had a good night. She only had one bed and I slept in it with her.
That night I felt uneasy. I've never been afraid, you understand. I am often alone when my husband is on deployment and am NEVER afraid. That night, even with her in the same room and in the same bed... I was becoming increasingly afraid. I felt things in the room. It's hard to explain. I tucked the covers up around my chin and peeped out into the darkness and I saw things floating around the room! I swear it was like something from a movie. I thought no this can't be... And I shut my eyes and counted to 10 and opened my eyes but they were still there! They seemed to know that I was noticing them and they started swirling around towards me and spiraling and twisting and some were fast and some were just hovering but the room was full of them. I was so completely petrified I could not move. I covered my head with the blanket and lay completely covered up and not moving at all the entire night.
In the light of day I didn't mention it. I just wanted out of there. Surely if my friend had experienced this kind of thing she would have told me or warned me or mentioned something. She never said anything about it as we got dressed to go into town. I was exhausted from not having slept and I didn't say much.
Our husbands came back from deployment and we didn't talk for a few weeks. Finally she called me and she said they were in town and would like to come by. I invited them for dinner and after dinner we were sitting around the living room and she told me they had moved into a new place. I said, "Why did you move?"
She said there were ghosts in their apartment or some kind of spirits. I said, "Why do you say that?" My heart started pounding. She said because 3-4 times a week the clock chimes at 3 a.m. They had an old German chiming clock with pendulum. She said even when they stop the clock from moving before they go to bed... It still chimes at 3 am but no other time. Then she said... They have seen spirits swirling around their apartment in the night and they've prayed over the house and they've anointed the house with oil and they can't make it go away and now they're moving.
By now I have tears in my eyes. She grabbed my hand, "Shafawn, did you see them?" I said, "Yes, I did but I didn't want to scare you about it and I didn't want you to think I was weird if you never saw them." She said they had seen them but just didn't know what to do about getting rid of them.
She said her landlord told her there was a camp across the street at one time where they held Jewish "prisoners" from surrounding areas before sending them all to concentration camps. I don't know if there were deaths there, but the Nazi Germans burned that camp to the ground before the allies reached it right at the end of the war.
Something is wrong with that area.
Two other times I experienced activity there.
One was I was riding around Stuttgart by bus. I was just being a tourist and seeing the sights. The bus stopped at a particular spot and I saw a disheveled old man with torn and tattered clothes. He was dirty and had no socks and beat up shoes sitting on the side of the road beside the bus stop where my bus was parked. I felt bad for him and as I said earlier, I am a Christian so I just shut my eyes and said a silent prayer for the man. When I opened my eyes I was looking at him and he was staring right back at me... MOCKING my prayer! He was wagging his head back and forth and pretending to have folded hands praying and mumbling German words at me that I didn't understand. There is no way he could have known I was praying. I didn't have folded hands. I only shut my eyes. That was supernatural and I think that man was demonized. I think people can be demonized without being fully possessed.
Another time was also in Germany. It wasn't as spectacular but it was very scary for me. I was again walking down the street of Bremen and being a tourist. Way way off down the street and from somewhere up high I felt a sneer. It was pure evil sneering at me and hating my being there in it's city. It was a terrible spiritual darkness down that street. I prayed and tried to be very brave in the faith but I never would walk down that street while I was there. There is no point in purposely trying to start a fight... I can't see those things. Anyway I didn't need anything from that street. That spirit was responsible for terrible things on that street. It may be tied to it now until judgement but it's very territorial and believes that street belongs to it. It hates Christians because it hates God. That's what I got from it and it was very strong. That was one of those instances that you would need more than one Christian and you would need to fast to get rid of it. I just stayed out of that area. There is wisdom in picking your fights.
Those were my supernatural experiences in Germany. I think Germany is full of activity. There is so much sadness, bigotry, pride, fear, murder, torture... Every possible form of the lowest of animal impulses indulged and exploited. It was a demon's paradise and pure death machine. I'm sure there is and will always be constant activity in Germany. The blood cries out from the ground and from the ashes in the trees. Echoes of millions of voices upon the winds of time but God calls them all by name and there will be a reckoning on their behalf one day.