BOO!!!
Do YOU believe in ghosts?
According to one poll, 1 in 5 people have either seen a ghost, or "felt" its presence. I've had more than one ghostly experience, so I am one of the believers. I don't just "think" there is such thing as the paranormal...I KNOW there is.
My first experience was when I was about 8 years old. We lived in a pretty brick house out in the country. When we moved there, it was just the three of us..my Mom, my Dad, and me. Until......
One night I awoke from a sound sleep because I suddenly felt that I wasn't alone in my bedroom. I started hearing footsteps creaking across my floor. I laid there and heard the footsteps going across from the doorway of my room to the big wall to wall bookshelves on the other end of the room. I laid there paralyzed with fear because my parents bedroom was way at the other end of the house. After several minutes, the footsteps stopped, and the minute I saw my chance, I was out of that bed and flying across the hall to my parents bed!! I was screaming "There's someone in my bedroom"! My parents got up and checked out the room, but there was nothing there, so they chalked it up to an overactive imagination. I don't quite remember, but I think I slept in their room the rest of that night.
The next day, Mom happened to open up the newspaper, and discovered an obituary of the previous owner of our house. Imagine the chills up her spine when she found out that the lady had passed away at the hour I first heard those footsteps.
After that day, our ghost hung around the house alot. She was an old schoolteacher, and my bedroom must've been her favorite room because of all the bookshelves, because she seemed to spend alot of time in there. I don't think she was there to harm us...she just wanted to spend some more time in her house. Several times (and I've only told my husband and my daughter about this up until now) I saw a figure that looked like a fuzzy mouse. She was about 2 feet tall and wore a house dress and a nightcap, kind of like a granny would wear. Kind of like one of the Sylvanian Family characters (but those weren't around back then, so it wasn't my imagination). She would appear at my bed and then walk across the room to the bookshelves, then disappear. Now that I have read about the paranormal, I believe that she manifested herself into a friendly looking ghost so I wouldn't be scared of her. Ghosts manifest into all kinds of things, like fairies, elves, animals, etc...mine just happened to be a fuzzy mouse. I was never scared after that, just fascinated and curious about her.
She had a mischievous side to her too. Sometimes, we would lock the door at night, but it would be unlocked the next morning. After the first few times that happened, we would all double check the locks to make sure someone didn't just forget to lock it...but it would be unlocked again the next morning.
One time we were all sitting at the table, and we started hearing a weird sound in the attic. It sounded like something very large (like a whisky barrel or something) rolling back and forth across the ceiling. It would roll baaaaack and foooorth, baaack and fooorth (sometimes for 30 minutes, sometimes an hour or more). Dad figured maybe it was squirrels in the attic, but when he checked, there was nothing up there. No animals, no barrels..nothing.
I firmly believe that it was Ms. Holloman..not trying to scare us out, just making us aware of her presence...
The "hauntings" went on until we moved out of that house...and they continued with the next occupants of the house. I heard (I don't know if its true or not) that they finally had "ghost chasers" come out to the house, and after that, the hauntings stopped.
I've had experiences with other ghosts, but I'll tell you about those another time. Right now, I'm going to go look for the Ouija board so we can conjur up some spirits tonite, because after all, it IS...
HALLOWEEN!
Happy Halloween Ya'll...Boo!!!
According to one poll, 1 in 5 people have either seen a ghost, or "felt" its presence. I've had more than one ghostly experience, so I am one of the believers. I don't just "think" there is such thing as the paranormal...I KNOW there is.
My first experience was when I was about 8 years old. We lived in a pretty brick house out in the country. When we moved there, it was just the three of us..my Mom, my Dad, and me. Until......
One night I awoke from a sound sleep because I suddenly felt that I wasn't alone in my bedroom. I started hearing footsteps creaking across my floor. I laid there and heard the footsteps going across from the doorway of my room to the big wall to wall bookshelves on the other end of the room. I laid there paralyzed with fear because my parents bedroom was way at the other end of the house. After several minutes, the footsteps stopped, and the minute I saw my chance, I was out of that bed and flying across the hall to my parents bed!! I was screaming "There's someone in my bedroom"! My parents got up and checked out the room, but there was nothing there, so they chalked it up to an overactive imagination. I don't quite remember, but I think I slept in their room the rest of that night.
The next day, Mom happened to open up the newspaper, and discovered an obituary of the previous owner of our house. Imagine the chills up her spine when she found out that the lady had passed away at the hour I first heard those footsteps.
After that day, our ghost hung around the house alot. She was an old schoolteacher, and my bedroom must've been her favorite room because of all the bookshelves, because she seemed to spend alot of time in there. I don't think she was there to harm us...she just wanted to spend some more time in her house. Several times (and I've only told my husband and my daughter about this up until now) I saw a figure that looked like a fuzzy mouse. She was about 2 feet tall and wore a house dress and a nightcap, kind of like a granny would wear. Kind of like one of the Sylvanian Family characters (but those weren't around back then, so it wasn't my imagination). She would appear at my bed and then walk across the room to the bookshelves, then disappear. Now that I have read about the paranormal, I believe that she manifested herself into a friendly looking ghost so I wouldn't be scared of her. Ghosts manifest into all kinds of things, like fairies, elves, animals, etc...mine just happened to be a fuzzy mouse. I was never scared after that, just fascinated and curious about her.
She had a mischievous side to her too. Sometimes, we would lock the door at night, but it would be unlocked the next morning. After the first few times that happened, we would all double check the locks to make sure someone didn't just forget to lock it...but it would be unlocked again the next morning.
One time we were all sitting at the table, and we started hearing a weird sound in the attic. It sounded like something very large (like a whisky barrel or something) rolling back and forth across the ceiling. It would roll baaaaack and foooorth, baaack and fooorth (sometimes for 30 minutes, sometimes an hour or more). Dad figured maybe it was squirrels in the attic, but when he checked, there was nothing up there. No animals, no barrels..nothing.
I firmly believe that it was Ms. Holloman..not trying to scare us out, just making us aware of her presence...
The "hauntings" went on until we moved out of that house...and they continued with the next occupants of the house. I heard (I don't know if its true or not) that they finally had "ghost chasers" come out to the house, and after that, the hauntings stopped.
I've had experiences with other ghosts, but I'll tell you about those another time. Right now, I'm going to go look for the Ouija board so we can conjur up some spirits tonite, because after all, it IS...
HALLOWEEN!
Happy Halloween Ya'll...Boo!!!
posted by Angie at 5:47 AM
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