Postby Dante » Sun Sep 04, 2011 4:01 am
Had wierd enough experiences to say that there are some fairly strange things out there. Story in point. Our house had 'hauntings' - my sister reported seeing a little boy walking around up stairs, I saw a floating eyeball in the mirror, every time my father went on graveyard shift, a light-bulb would would go out and one particularly freaky time, the thing INTERACTED back and forth with me while my mother was there to witness it by shutting off power to the entire house - having it perfectly match the patterns of my sounds exiting my mouth and then when I challenged back later and declared 'I don't believe there are any such things as ghosts - reason and logic say you don't exist'... it knocked power off to the house and left it off for a short time. I nearly peed my pants and learned a very strong lesson - do not poke the bear.
The worst that has ever physically happened to me was the eyeball incident, because in that incident, 'it' actually lightly burned my feet. At 2 that isn't entirely hard to do, but that was what caused me to go inside and wash my feet off (cool water to soothe them, it wasn't a bad burn by a long shot, they were just slightly red in color - but I could feel it) after which I saw the eye-ball in the mirror (and it only existed in the mirror, violating all known laws of physics). In fact, it might not have even been the ghost that burnt my feet, it gets hot out here and my parents have a theory that I just walked on the hot side-walk the day before. My memory ends in terror and I normally could hock it up to a dream, but my sister remembers running into the bathroom to get me as I screamed at the top of my lungs. But that's about the limit of things. Of course, my mother claims it once threw a book at her - still for living in the house for years, no one has been really hurt.
Moreso however, was the fear factor, I was frightened enough to sleep downstairs on the couch during my childhood and early teens. It was a very comfy couch though, so I won't complain. I'm probably one of the few people who had his own room but wouldn't actually sleep in it when I was younger. To understand why the couch was better, you had to realize that we just didn't LIKE the upstairs of our house. For years, I wouldn't even go up there at night alone, I'd have to call my dog bear with me to feel safe enough. My mother didn't like going up there either. Only my father went up there and it never bothered him - so, I don't know. But then again, he has a really passive personality. It would be kind of hard for even the most grumpy personality to find a gripe with him.
*I should also note that none of this was the only influence in my life. I supposedly slept upstairs until first grade when I was slightly abused by a teacher at school. After that, I supposedly wouldn't sleep upstairs, but before-hand I did...
Oddly enough, computers brought me upstairs again and over time I got over part of my phobias and things simply stopped happening. But occasionally I'd stay up too late at the beginning and would bolt down the stairs when I realized the light in the hall was out and everyone had gone to bed downstairs. Heck, I was outright terrified - why I felt the need to be so terrified, I can't say. But we humans just have a bad vibe about ghosts - even worse then our fear of roaches.
Actually this is probably one of the chief reasons I won't live alone today - I have to have someone in the same building as me to simply feel safe. There are occasions, like at 2-3 in the morning where I'm super tired, have a bad dream and I still will go downstairs and sleep on the couch simply to be closer to other people. If there weren't other people, I don't know if I could stay inside just to get closer to others. It's a real weird after-effect, but ultimately, if it was something evil - I guess it got the opposite of what it would want because it essentially insured that I could never survive as a solitary miser.
There is a plus side to these kinds of things however - small of a consolation as it is. Realize, that if you actually see a ghost, you've just had a spiritual experience - it might not be a positive one, but you've just gained confirmation that there is more to this world then your physical body and the physical laws that seem to confine every day life. So, you've actually glimpsed a part of the invisible - that which normally we would only be able to accept on faith. The details, and all the important stuff, are all hidden - but it definitely says you're on to something in feeling that we're more then just flesh and bones and you'll have physical experience to back it up. People might not believe you, but that doesn't make your experience any less real - you'll know it was real yourself.
Still - don't go hunting these things down either. Not everything in the spiritual world is benign and there are a lot of tortured souls and a few nasty entities out there that you don't want to let know you even exist. If you run across a ghost or two, there isn't anything you can do, so you can only learn to cope with it. Realize that I've never heard of anyone being killed by a ghost or even severely injured. The worst they do is scare you out of your wits - so don't freak out too much, but do keep each other company if you have it. No need to leave the other person 'alone in the dark' after something like that - you need a bit of human companionship to make you both feel safe and secure knowing that someone else cares - for some reason, that's typically enough to overcome the fear something like this can bring.
PS - as a side note, I've never touched one myself, but I will reiterate what everyone I know has ever told me. DO. NOT. TOUCH. A. QUIJI BOARD. EVER.
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