I find myself obsessed watching anything on ghosts... Ghost Hunters and Paranormal state are probably my favorite. There are a few I don't care for. I want to see things filmed not dramatized... May as well watch a movie. I don't know where my interest came from. I will lay there at night watching all this crazy stuff scared shitless. My husband says I'm going to open some evil porthole by watching it all.
Growing up the home I lived in most of my childhood was new. As a matter of fact all the homes on my side of the street were brand new. 1 house down the road across the street was older. I don't know what was there before they built homes. I've tried to look it up but the computer can diagnose an illness but it can't tell me what was on a certain property 30 years or more ago. Sure I was a preteen-teen... but my imagination wasn't playing tricks on me. That house was haunted.. As a matter of fact the whole road was. I had two good friends on each end but I never discussed it with the one friend that lived in the older home. She was very religious and I just thought she'd think we were crazy... But my other friend.. Wow we experienced some crazy stuff growing up. Her house was more bad spirited then mine. In mine you could hear the footsteps, voices, cabinets closing. Things moving. Only 1 time did I hear my name being whispered. I was home alone and it scared me probably more then anything else that had happened. her house on the other hand was very cold and scary. Behind our homes were nothing but woods and a few tobacco barns. It was almost a drop off but not too steep that we couldn't climb down to explore. I remember one day seeing some weird looking "thing" walking around but it was so fast I couldn't really tell what it looked like either way it wasn't a person, too big, and it wasn't a dog because it was walking on 2 legs. I don't believe in Bigfoot so I don't know what I really thought it was. I never said a word to anyone about it because so many things happened that some things didn't stand out. A few days after spotting the "thing" my friends older brother was on his bike about to head down the heel, they had made a path way from their house to the creek at the bottom. I asked her where he was going in a rush and she tells me, Oh, he's crazy... He swears he just seen Bigfoot. WTF? At her home (2 homes down from mine) we had seen glowing red eyes, glasses with drink in them shattering in our hands. One night she was asleep on the couch and woke up to that awful static, and in the chair in front of the couch was her step dad. She new it was him because she seen the back of his head and the same shirt he'd wore that day. She called his name and he turned around and it wasn't him.... but it faded away.. One morning I woke up from a horrible dream, I was being chased by a witch and the closer she'd get to me her nails would stab me in the back. A few minutes after I woke up she called me to tell me about the dream she had just had... it was the very same dream I had. We both had marks on our backs. There are a number of things that took place. As scary as it was, I'm not going to lie, we had fun with it. Freaking ourselves out. Something about being a teen a terrified was fun as long as we had each other. After I moved out I still stayed in contact with the other friend who lived on the opposite end that I never told. In general conversation she brings up the ghosts in her house, yeah the same house she grew up in. There was something about the street. It's unsettling and I'd love to find out more. I know what I went through then and I know it was all true. My husband brushed a lot of it off until he was at that house by himself and heard people upstairs. He just figured my mom came home while he was downstairs so he ran up to tell her hey only to find that no one was there. He quickly left the house. I'm glad he experiences a little something. I know I'm not crazy but now he knows I'm not crazy either. Well crazy concerning that... I've only had a few things happen since we left the house. Some were scary and some were odd a few were a blessing. My Grandmother passed away several years ago, I'll write about her one day. A beautiful lady... I feel like she's sent a few messages... One day my husbands keys were missing. They always laid on the kitchen table.. he got ready to leave and.. no keys. We turned the house upside down. The only things on the kitchen table was a center piece, and 4 place mats... We searched forever. He ended up being about 45 minutes late for work... He ended up taking a spare key but he needed this set because he had keys for work on that ring. After he left I looked for another hour. He called me when he arrived for work to ask me if I found them and I told him no... and as I was saying that I walked by the kitchen table and there they sat. Right on the end where he always put them. He told me that maybe it was a good thing they were "missing" because there was a horrible wreck on the way to work... Had he of left on time it's possible he could of been in that wreck. Those keys weren't there the whole time... I don't know where they were or how they got back there but they were missing for a reason. He hasn't lost his keys since... After my Granny passed away my grandfather, being a man, couldn't be alone... With in a few months he'd made a friend. Blah! Someone he knew a long time ago. As a matter of fact both my grandparents knew her and her late husband. I wasn't all too happy about any of this and neither was my mother. but we knew he was lonely and would have just grieved himself to death. So we faked our smiles and acted like we care. One night during a dream I received a phone call... I heard the voice on the other end say, Sissy? (that's what my granny and other family members call me)... In my dream I knew she was dead... and my eyes filled with tears at just the sound of her distinct voice and all I could say to her was Granny.... She said 1 sentence and I woke up. She said, I don't like this.. him being with her, I don't like it at all.... What was I supposed to do with that? I continued to fake it with this other lady but after that phone call it was hard. Eventually that lady left my grandfather and took almost all of his money. It was money my grandmother had scrapped and saved, also money she had saved from the death of her parents. Did she call me to warn me of her? She did know her after all. After the phone call I found out this lady had been married 3 times! My grandfather is a preacher. 2 of her husbands have died and the other is missing? Say what???? Think what you will but I believe my Granny was telling me how she felt about Granddaddy and his new love interest. I mean how much info can someone give you from beyond?
I think having an open mind leaves doors open. I have an open mind... but as much as I love my Granny I don't want to see her standing in my living room!! Through all the things I've experienced I never felt threatened. It's interesting to me. We live lives here on Earth. Life is remarkable in itself who knows what we are capable of after we pass!!
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