I have decided to chase my almost life long dream. To start my own paranormal group, along with a website and online magazine. I have always wanted to do this and hope to have interviews with those involved in the paranormal communities, have insider info on new gear that's seen on tv as well as real investigations.
Not sure where it will go but it's an opportunity I can't ignore :) I'm so excited, can't wait. Found a web master today and laid out the webpage layout and colors etc.... Having fun....
Tuesday, April 19, 2011
Sunday, April 17, 2011
Investigation
Today I will be using some everyday purchases to try to stir up activity. I will video and post to youtube.
I believe you do not have to purchase all the expensive techie equiptment seen on tv to capture entities. I will be using a $35 dollar digital recorder from walmart. A $ 20 homedics sound maker, also from walmart. A pound of lemons, sliced up and placed around the area. Lemon scent is said to draw spirits by native americans. And a $130 dollar video camera and stand from sam's club. Oh, and let's not forget my $9.99 purchased EMF detector on my cell phone.
Investigating on the cheap, who says you need to be a tech-head to capture activity :)
I believe you do not have to purchase all the expensive techie equiptment seen on tv to capture entities. I will be using a $35 dollar digital recorder from walmart. A $ 20 homedics sound maker, also from walmart. A pound of lemons, sliced up and placed around the area. Lemon scent is said to draw spirits by native americans. And a $130 dollar video camera and stand from sam's club. Oh, and let's not forget my $9.99 purchased EMF detector on my cell phone.
Investigating on the cheap, who says you need to be a tech-head to capture activity :)
Saturday, April 16, 2011
The In-Between Years
In between the time I was giving serious consideration to the possibility I was insane for seeing and hearing things in the house and the day I got validation I found I could sense/hear others feelings/emotions on any given day. I started reasearching how this happenes and what the hell causes it.
Funny thing was I found my great-grandmother had the same ability. I also found out that while my mom was preggo with me her grandmother was dying and she allowed her to touch her belly near the time she died. GEE THANKS FOR THAT MOM!!!!! you never let a dying person touch your preggo belly. I tell her that everytime I sense a new entity or something. LOL
You have to remember this was a time that you WERE considered crazy if you told people that, you would be considered a weird, granola eating, vegan, california nut. So, I would spend hours at the book store or libary reading books about ghosts, spirits, esp{which is what I thought it was} Then I came across a school on the east coast who "tested" people for abilities. I sweet talked my grandparents into letting me come visit so I could check it out, and I did.
I wasn't really impressed and when I would make an off handed comment about something they seemed more and more interested and I started feeling like I'd be a prisoner instead of learning how to control/use it. So I beat feet and started going it alone. I read things from Hans Holtzer and people in the paranormal of that time. I read books like "The Ways Of Initiation" by people like Rudolph Steiner. I delved into reading about Tesla and others that belived in the paranormal. I would go to UFO Conventions {I know not so ghosty}I was searching. But a that time there were no real paranormal investigators except Hans Holtzer and various psychics of the day.
I frequented several of the local mystic shops, to read books and learn about stones, potions, uses for common household items that might help control the outbursts that would happen in the house. I met a shaman from one of the local native american tribes and being 1/4 cherokee I couldn't resist his invitation to learn.
He taught me many ways to not only control the outbursts but to use various oils, stones and natural things to tone down the energy. To control/when to just keep my mouth shut where others are concerned. I learned how to shut off the static in my head when I would go to the mall and hear everyone talking at the same time. I learned how to tell the differnece between a spirit just searching for solace and a demon searching for a host. Our house is quite funny now, when the energy starts to ramp up I just verbally threaten to get the sage and you can phyically feel it calm down. That was when I heard the term sensitive.
He taught me how to use stones in clearing an area, to boost energy in places, how to meditate and what stones to use in order to astral project to get answers to questions. I became less erratic about things and learned how to calmly face down a demon, not banish it but to face it head on and never run from the energy. I learned that yes they can harm you but if you meet them head on they can't get a leg up and they become plainly interested in you, as much as you are in them.
And the question{s} is/are.....why are they still here, with the living and others aren't?
Is our modern world creating simple vortexes with our modern electrical items that spirit energy can flux through
and visit? I ask this because I have one of those Homedics sound makers and one day while playing around with it an entity actually appeared when I left it out on the table set to the white noise setting{which just sounds like static}.
Einstein once said that there are many planes of existance. Could one of those planes be a spirit plane and some spirits just have so much kinetic energy that they can not be contained by such a simple thing as another dimension?
These are things I'm still researching, thinking about. I think that as we all get older we start thinking about that more and more, What will happen to me when I die.
Funny thing was I found my great-grandmother had the same ability. I also found out that while my mom was preggo with me her grandmother was dying and she allowed her to touch her belly near the time she died. GEE THANKS FOR THAT MOM!!!!! you never let a dying person touch your preggo belly. I tell her that everytime I sense a new entity or something. LOL
You have to remember this was a time that you WERE considered crazy if you told people that, you would be considered a weird, granola eating, vegan, california nut. So, I would spend hours at the book store or libary reading books about ghosts, spirits, esp{which is what I thought it was} Then I came across a school on the east coast who "tested" people for abilities. I sweet talked my grandparents into letting me come visit so I could check it out, and I did.
I wasn't really impressed and when I would make an off handed comment about something they seemed more and more interested and I started feeling like I'd be a prisoner instead of learning how to control/use it. So I beat feet and started going it alone. I read things from Hans Holtzer and people in the paranormal of that time. I read books like "The Ways Of Initiation" by people like Rudolph Steiner. I delved into reading about Tesla and others that belived in the paranormal. I would go to UFO Conventions {I know not so ghosty}I was searching. But a that time there were no real paranormal investigators except Hans Holtzer and various psychics of the day.
I frequented several of the local mystic shops, to read books and learn about stones, potions, uses for common household items that might help control the outbursts that would happen in the house. I met a shaman from one of the local native american tribes and being 1/4 cherokee I couldn't resist his invitation to learn.
He taught me many ways to not only control the outbursts but to use various oils, stones and natural things to tone down the energy. To control/when to just keep my mouth shut where others are concerned. I learned how to shut off the static in my head when I would go to the mall and hear everyone talking at the same time. I learned how to tell the differnece between a spirit just searching for solace and a demon searching for a host. Our house is quite funny now, when the energy starts to ramp up I just verbally threaten to get the sage and you can phyically feel it calm down. That was when I heard the term sensitive.
He taught me how to use stones in clearing an area, to boost energy in places, how to meditate and what stones to use in order to astral project to get answers to questions. I became less erratic about things and learned how to calmly face down a demon, not banish it but to face it head on and never run from the energy. I learned that yes they can harm you but if you meet them head on they can't get a leg up and they become plainly interested in you, as much as you are in them.
And the question{s} is/are.....why are they still here, with the living and others aren't?
Is our modern world creating simple vortexes with our modern electrical items that spirit energy can flux through
and visit? I ask this because I have one of those Homedics sound makers and one day while playing around with it an entity actually appeared when I left it out on the table set to the white noise setting{which just sounds like static}.
Einstein once said that there are many planes of existance. Could one of those planes be a spirit plane and some spirits just have so much kinetic energy that they can not be contained by such a simple thing as another dimension?
These are things I'm still researching, thinking about. I think that as we all get older we start thinking about that more and more, What will happen to me when I die.
Saturday, April 9, 2011
The House Itself...
I thought I'd take a minute and talk about the house itself.
When my dad bought the house in California I thought it was a strange house from the moment we pulled up out front. It looked unassuming enough. Like I said before there was a work group tearing down the garage when we pulled up. It was a small yellow house with white trim.
It needed work for sure but with the elbow grease and money it turned into a little gem baring the spirits. I came to find over the years that this house was far more than a little 2 bedroom in a tiny town in San Diego, Ca.
When I started researching the house while in 9th grade I found it was well over 100 years old. It was the carriage house for an elderly man who once owned the entire block which the house sits at the top of the hill and would have looked over the river and canyon that was once across the street.
Over time the elderly man passed {yet he is still here} Told by the psychic who came in, he does NOT like us on his property, freakin' duh, that wasn't exactly news LOL
The house and block was sold off by the county and only one side of the block was built on. Now, Almost everyone who has lived on the block had had some sort of activity and ALL had refused to enter our house.
The story goes......
After this house was turned into a house from the carriage house it was sold only 3 times in the last 100 years yet we are the only family to have stayed over 5 years in the home. The first was to a "strange man" as the early neighbors described him. They told a story of a dark haired guy who mainly kept to himself, never talked to anyone in the hood and just vanished one night.
They told of strange lights, noises, a group of men would meet here, what sounded like chanting coming from the house when he lived here. That resident vanished according to neighbors, some men came to collect his stuff. I later found through my research for a school project that the house had been remodeled by that first man, laid out like a masonic temple would have been. A main front entrance a door that opens to the east and a door that opens to the west. Just another strange thing about the house?
The house was re-sold and put up as a rental, from the older neighebors, the people would move out as soon as they moved in. One family stayed about 4 years. The man who owned the house decided to sell it because he couldn't keep it rented and walks in dad.....
Now, Dad doesn't believe in ghosts and he was rarely home once he installed us into the home. Mom and Dad found the house was built on limestone {we all know what that means}. They tried to get a basement dug and couldn't.
After everything that had happened over the years of being the only family to ever stay more than 5 years the weirdest thing happened and little did I know it was gonna turn out to be my day of validation. Two years ago New Year's day the mom of the last family before us to have lived in the house showed up, standing at the edge of the driveway loking at the house. I came our from doing my laundry and she and her son scared the bejeezus out of me...the blank look on thier faces.
After mom invited them in they remained uncomfortable and wouldn't sit down. The mom talked about painting, her husband and sons working on cars in the garage. Just for fun I threw out that I had grown up hearing noises and stuff and boy did he start talking. He even talked about the little girl but admitted he never knew her name. I tried to get him to talk about the demon, he wouldn't go there but he did say he had become a minister in his effort to help those effected by the same.
The spirits did not like him at all and one was even standing in the hall the whole time asking my mom and I to tell him to leave......not sure if it was because he was a minister or because they just didn't like thier energy....but from that day I knew I was not crazy, I had not grown up imagining the things that have happened in this house and I continue the investigate the paranormal. Sure it's on my own but that's mainly because I work full time and I tend to use technology as a back up to my feelings and what my body tells me.
I have earned every touch, hit, bite, even the scar from the scratch on my arm. I have earned every word they say to me and demon or not I sometimes feel honored they can communicate with me, I know there are people who would call me crazy, but I refuse to run/hide I know they are here and everyone {even spirits} have something to say.
When my dad bought the house in California I thought it was a strange house from the moment we pulled up out front. It looked unassuming enough. Like I said before there was a work group tearing down the garage when we pulled up. It was a small yellow house with white trim.
It needed work for sure but with the elbow grease and money it turned into a little gem baring the spirits. I came to find over the years that this house was far more than a little 2 bedroom in a tiny town in San Diego, Ca.
When I started researching the house while in 9th grade I found it was well over 100 years old. It was the carriage house for an elderly man who once owned the entire block which the house sits at the top of the hill and would have looked over the river and canyon that was once across the street.
Over time the elderly man passed {yet he is still here} Told by the psychic who came in, he does NOT like us on his property, freakin' duh, that wasn't exactly news LOL
The house and block was sold off by the county and only one side of the block was built on. Now, Almost everyone who has lived on the block had had some sort of activity and ALL had refused to enter our house.
The story goes......
After this house was turned into a house from the carriage house it was sold only 3 times in the last 100 years yet we are the only family to have stayed over 5 years in the home. The first was to a "strange man" as the early neighbors described him. They told a story of a dark haired guy who mainly kept to himself, never talked to anyone in the hood and just vanished one night.
They told of strange lights, noises, a group of men would meet here, what sounded like chanting coming from the house when he lived here. That resident vanished according to neighbors, some men came to collect his stuff. I later found through my research for a school project that the house had been remodeled by that first man, laid out like a masonic temple would have been. A main front entrance a door that opens to the east and a door that opens to the west. Just another strange thing about the house?
The house was re-sold and put up as a rental, from the older neighebors, the people would move out as soon as they moved in. One family stayed about 4 years. The man who owned the house decided to sell it because he couldn't keep it rented and walks in dad.....
Now, Dad doesn't believe in ghosts and he was rarely home once he installed us into the home. Mom and Dad found the house was built on limestone {we all know what that means}. They tried to get a basement dug and couldn't.
After everything that had happened over the years of being the only family to ever stay more than 5 years the weirdest thing happened and little did I know it was gonna turn out to be my day of validation. Two years ago New Year's day the mom of the last family before us to have lived in the house showed up, standing at the edge of the driveway loking at the house. I came our from doing my laundry and she and her son scared the bejeezus out of me...the blank look on thier faces.
After mom invited them in they remained uncomfortable and wouldn't sit down. The mom talked about painting, her husband and sons working on cars in the garage. Just for fun I threw out that I had grown up hearing noises and stuff and boy did he start talking. He even talked about the little girl but admitted he never knew her name. I tried to get him to talk about the demon, he wouldn't go there but he did say he had become a minister in his effort to help those effected by the same.
The spirits did not like him at all and one was even standing in the hall the whole time asking my mom and I to tell him to leave......not sure if it was because he was a minister or because they just didn't like thier energy....but from that day I knew I was not crazy, I had not grown up imagining the things that have happened in this house and I continue the investigate the paranormal. Sure it's on my own but that's mainly because I work full time and I tend to use technology as a back up to my feelings and what my body tells me.
I have earned every touch, hit, bite, even the scar from the scratch on my arm. I have earned every word they say to me and demon or not I sometimes feel honored they can communicate with me, I know there are people who would call me crazy, but I refuse to run/hide I know they are here and everyone {even spirits} have something to say.
Tuesday, April 5, 2011
Sammie
From the 1st day we moved into the house I knew there was something here already. You know the feelings. The hair on your arms or the back of your neck stand up or the energy in the area changes. Well, that was what it was only I didn't really start to notice until after I started "investigating" on my own.
I found out that weird girl who babysat us that one night, her grandfather was living with them and he had been a little boy who watered the Army's horses while they occupied the neighborhood way back when. He told the stories of the parties and the negotiations with the native americans who lived here. Some not so happy to be moved across the river and I started putting 2 and 2 together so to speak.
As a kid I was the only girl in the neighborhood so I hung out with the boys and did boy things, like digging up things in the canyon across the street. One day we found all kinds of old bottles, some still half full. We found arrow heads, stone tools, an old pistol. All kinds of cool stuff and we went right to the old guy to get the story.
I had on occasion heard a little girl just chattering away. Could never really make out what she was saying, even if I strained to hear. Everytime she would chatter I started noticing the energy in the bedroom changed. For years she was only in the bedroom, in the far corner. She would move my stuffed animals on the bed. Chatter in the middle of the night. I never knew her name, until 2 years ago when while watching Ghost Hunters I saw how to get her to talk and hopefully get her on tape.
I used an old fashioned tape recorder because that's all I had, but I finally heard her voice. Loud and clear when I asked her name......"Sammie". I asked why she was here and, "Because mommy told me to stay here". There were a few other voices, a male who answered like a military man when asked if there was anyone else in the house. There where a few grunts and growls as well and now I can kick myself because I wasn't the only one who heard it and I stupidly mailed the tape to TAPs and have never heard anything back from them.
So, now I continue to try to capture her and the others again. A few months ago I captured video and there was a voice that said "Red", which I think it was referring to my red car. Maybe standing in the driveway right next to me? I'm learning as I go, with a little video camera, digital recorder, stones, and other things I've learned along the way. I'm not out so much to prove they are here, I know they are. I'm more trying to find out why and maybe offer some help along the way, the native american "guard" who supposedly sits in the back yard is a whole other story.
I found out that weird girl who babysat us that one night, her grandfather was living with them and he had been a little boy who watered the Army's horses while they occupied the neighborhood way back when. He told the stories of the parties and the negotiations with the native americans who lived here. Some not so happy to be moved across the river and I started putting 2 and 2 together so to speak.
As a kid I was the only girl in the neighborhood so I hung out with the boys and did boy things, like digging up things in the canyon across the street. One day we found all kinds of old bottles, some still half full. We found arrow heads, stone tools, an old pistol. All kinds of cool stuff and we went right to the old guy to get the story.
I had on occasion heard a little girl just chattering away. Could never really make out what she was saying, even if I strained to hear. Everytime she would chatter I started noticing the energy in the bedroom changed. For years she was only in the bedroom, in the far corner. She would move my stuffed animals on the bed. Chatter in the middle of the night. I never knew her name, until 2 years ago when while watching Ghost Hunters I saw how to get her to talk and hopefully get her on tape.
I used an old fashioned tape recorder because that's all I had, but I finally heard her voice. Loud and clear when I asked her name......"Sammie". I asked why she was here and, "Because mommy told me to stay here". There were a few other voices, a male who answered like a military man when asked if there was anyone else in the house. There where a few grunts and growls as well and now I can kick myself because I wasn't the only one who heard it and I stupidly mailed the tape to TAPs and have never heard anything back from them.
So, now I continue to try to capture her and the others again. A few months ago I captured video and there was a voice that said "Red", which I think it was referring to my red car. Maybe standing in the driveway right next to me? I'm learning as I go, with a little video camera, digital recorder, stones, and other things I've learned along the way. I'm not out so much to prove they are here, I know they are. I'm more trying to find out why and maybe offer some help along the way, the native american "guard" who supposedly sits in the back yard is a whole other story.
Monday, April 4, 2011
Smells
It's funny smells are something most people don't pay too much attention to unless they smell good or really, super awful.
Living in a haunted house sometimes the smells are all you have and are your signal that something is gonna happen. I didn't really notice the smells right away since it was a new house, neighborhood etc....
One night while my dad was back aboard ship and out to sea we were all sitting around watching tv and mom asked if any of us smelled something. We all sniffed and sure enough there was the smell like a broken sewer. The putrid smell of sewer filled the air for a split second then suddenly the lights flickered and the tv shut off a few minutes later the tv started smoking. Remember, all the wiring in the house was brand spanking new so it wasn't the electrical yet when the firemen showed up, they said it was an electrical problem, purely on the smell alone.
There have been smells from the really pretty old fashioned tea roses to the sewer smell. Cigar smoke, even tho no one in the house has ever smoked a cigar and no neighbor in the area smokes cigars. We smell baking dough, brownies, cooking meats, wet dog, hay, horses, wet canvas. And usually when these smells come up, nothing happens anymore but sometimes, with certian smells all hell breaks loose and there is the knocking, sometimes just 3 on the wall outside the front door. Like something asking to come in. You might see a shadow cross from one bedroom to the other on the hall. The dog might start barking and jumping after something in the corner. You might feel a slight brush on your leg or feel like something peed on your foot. If you are walking thru when the smell comes you might hear like something running behind you on the wood floor.
You might be asking about now why we've never had anyone come in and investigate......the sad truth is, we have. I'll go into those more later. One refused to step foot on the property after showing up, one, a local psychic told us some stuff that was close or right on and near sun down said she had to leave because she was starting to feel far too many coming around her and one group {a TAPs member} came in and we never heard another word from them. One investigator even ran out, vowing never to return and told us to leave...so I've had to go mostly with doing my own investigating. I've started buying new equiptment and wishing for a "voice box"....thinking, "Then I could really find out who and what they want".
Living in a haunted house sometimes the smells are all you have and are your signal that something is gonna happen. I didn't really notice the smells right away since it was a new house, neighborhood etc....
One night while my dad was back aboard ship and out to sea we were all sitting around watching tv and mom asked if any of us smelled something. We all sniffed and sure enough there was the smell like a broken sewer. The putrid smell of sewer filled the air for a split second then suddenly the lights flickered and the tv shut off a few minutes later the tv started smoking. Remember, all the wiring in the house was brand spanking new so it wasn't the electrical yet when the firemen showed up, they said it was an electrical problem, purely on the smell alone.
There have been smells from the really pretty old fashioned tea roses to the sewer smell. Cigar smoke, even tho no one in the house has ever smoked a cigar and no neighbor in the area smokes cigars. We smell baking dough, brownies, cooking meats, wet dog, hay, horses, wet canvas. And usually when these smells come up, nothing happens anymore but sometimes, with certian smells all hell breaks loose and there is the knocking, sometimes just 3 on the wall outside the front door. Like something asking to come in. You might see a shadow cross from one bedroom to the other on the hall. The dog might start barking and jumping after something in the corner. You might feel a slight brush on your leg or feel like something peed on your foot. If you are walking thru when the smell comes you might hear like something running behind you on the wood floor.
You might be asking about now why we've never had anyone come in and investigate......the sad truth is, we have. I'll go into those more later. One refused to step foot on the property after showing up, one, a local psychic told us some stuff that was close or right on and near sun down said she had to leave because she was starting to feel far too many coming around her and one group {a TAPs member} came in and we never heard another word from them. One investigator even ran out, vowing never to return and told us to leave...so I've had to go mostly with doing my own investigating. I've started buying new equiptment and wishing for a "voice box"....thinking, "Then I could really find out who and what they want".
12 years old
So, most all paranormal investigators will admit once a person living in a haunted house reaches 12-13 years old the activity seems to ramp up and in this house boy did it!
I had spent the last 4 years trying my best to ignore the noises, whispers, taps, talking, "someone" calling my name, the touching while in the shower, the knocking, still had things going missing but I was starting to notice it more, starting to see the shadows walking past the kitchen window outside the house. My parents had the remodel in full swing, having ripped out walls, ceilings, replaced every window{there were 21 different windows}, the only thing they have never replaced are the floors. The house still has the original 100+ year old floors and the strange walk in closet in the hallway {that has since been taken out}.
One night mom and dad thought it would be nice to go out so they got the girl from down the street to babysit. I thought she was a strange girl, and boy did she prove it. She thought it would be cool to sit in the walk in closet with a candle and do chants and play with a oujia board, I know, I know but in my defense I was only 12 and really......didn't know any better.
I do have to say when people tell you DO NOT PLAY WITH A OUJIA BOARD IN A HAUNTED HOUSE!!!! Don't. Boy did it change not only the activity level but the actual kind of activity we were having.
All activity stopped for almost a month, there was nothing. No noises, knocking nothing. Then suddenly one morning as I was in the bathroom Mom starts yelling for my and my brother to come help her. I went into my younger brother's bedroom {the one I'm now in} and there he was.
What I saw was him being forceably held down. Couldn't see what was holding him down but he was laying on his weight bench and the barbell was being held down on his chest. It took three of us to get it off of him before he turned blue.
Mom was always a beliver, she has never once told any of us we didn't see what we saw. And years later upon comparing notes we found we had seen a lot of the same things throughout the years. I was made to change rooms with my brothers and at that point I really didn't care but.....and yes there is a but.
Two nights later I saw it. The one thing I have not been able to get rid of nor get the face out of my head and two weeks ago I saw it again, tattooed on Zak Bagan's back.....my first thought was how dare he tattoo that thing on himself but to each his own :)
I was laying in bed, the way I usually did because of the touching. The blankets pulled all the way to my ears, like that would stop it. Suddenly at 12:03 I felt a hand on my calf and the hand slowly trailed up my back and settled on the back of my neck then went away. There was a little groan near the door and I rolled over {dumb thing to do I know}. And that's when I saw him. A man, at least that's what I thought at first. He stepped closer to the bed, I saw his black hair and as he got closer I saw he had glowing red eyes. He stood right at the edge of my bed and put his hand out toward me. I know I screamed but I couldn't hear myself.
In my mind I was saying, "Go away....go away...you are not real" To that I was told he was very real and had been called for a reason. I told him I NEVER called you. He gave me a very low, growl like laugh and when he turned I saw the skull, bones and his wings, held back on his back. He said he would always be there for me, be around. I ran to church the next day and was told I had to leave. That I had been "marked" At 12 what the HELL did I know, I had no clue if I had ever called him. I couldn't remember ever calling any demons name and hell if I would ever.
All these years later I know he is still around, I've heard him at odd hours of the day or night I've seen his shadow lurking in the hall and in the same corner Sammie stands in my room. Thene there is Sammie....whole other spirit who has been around since day one.
I had spent the last 4 years trying my best to ignore the noises, whispers, taps, talking, "someone" calling my name, the touching while in the shower, the knocking, still had things going missing but I was starting to notice it more, starting to see the shadows walking past the kitchen window outside the house. My parents had the remodel in full swing, having ripped out walls, ceilings, replaced every window{there were 21 different windows}, the only thing they have never replaced are the floors. The house still has the original 100+ year old floors and the strange walk in closet in the hallway {that has since been taken out}.
One night mom and dad thought it would be nice to go out so they got the girl from down the street to babysit. I thought she was a strange girl, and boy did she prove it. She thought it would be cool to sit in the walk in closet with a candle and do chants and play with a oujia board, I know, I know but in my defense I was only 12 and really......didn't know any better.
I do have to say when people tell you DO NOT PLAY WITH A OUJIA BOARD IN A HAUNTED HOUSE!!!! Don't. Boy did it change not only the activity level but the actual kind of activity we were having.
All activity stopped for almost a month, there was nothing. No noises, knocking nothing. Then suddenly one morning as I was in the bathroom Mom starts yelling for my and my brother to come help her. I went into my younger brother's bedroom {the one I'm now in} and there he was.
What I saw was him being forceably held down. Couldn't see what was holding him down but he was laying on his weight bench and the barbell was being held down on his chest. It took three of us to get it off of him before he turned blue.
Mom was always a beliver, she has never once told any of us we didn't see what we saw. And years later upon comparing notes we found we had seen a lot of the same things throughout the years. I was made to change rooms with my brothers and at that point I really didn't care but.....and yes there is a but.
Two nights later I saw it. The one thing I have not been able to get rid of nor get the face out of my head and two weeks ago I saw it again, tattooed on Zak Bagan's back.....my first thought was how dare he tattoo that thing on himself but to each his own :)
I was laying in bed, the way I usually did because of the touching. The blankets pulled all the way to my ears, like that would stop it. Suddenly at 12:03 I felt a hand on my calf and the hand slowly trailed up my back and settled on the back of my neck then went away. There was a little groan near the door and I rolled over {dumb thing to do I know}. And that's when I saw him. A man, at least that's what I thought at first. He stepped closer to the bed, I saw his black hair and as he got closer I saw he had glowing red eyes. He stood right at the edge of my bed and put his hand out toward me. I know I screamed but I couldn't hear myself.
In my mind I was saying, "Go away....go away...you are not real" To that I was told he was very real and had been called for a reason. I told him I NEVER called you. He gave me a very low, growl like laugh and when he turned I saw the skull, bones and his wings, held back on his back. He said he would always be there for me, be around. I ran to church the next day and was told I had to leave. That I had been "marked" At 12 what the HELL did I know, I had no clue if I had ever called him. I couldn't remember ever calling any demons name and hell if I would ever.
All these years later I know he is still around, I've heard him at odd hours of the day or night I've seen his shadow lurking in the hall and in the same corner Sammie stands in my room. Thene there is Sammie....whole other spirit who has been around since day one.
Thursday, March 31, 2011
The Big Move
The day before my 8th birthday we moved into our new home in California. It was a buzz of a 24 hour flight from the philippines to Japan to Norway to Russia to Alaska To San Fransico to San Diego, ya gotta love the military in the early 70's.
We pulled up in front of the house and they were tearing down the old garage in the driveway. To a seasoned paranormal investigator that might signal the begining of what was to come only I was about to be an 8 year old what did I know really, even with the experiences in the philippines.
And the spirits wasted no time making themselves known or that the house was thiers. It began with the noises, a loud bang. Finding a door open and upon thinking about it being sure you closed it. Little items going missing, a fork from the table, keys from the wall, even a bar of soap from the shower.
When those didn't do the trick of chasing us out the spirits upped the anty. Lights coming on by themselves, even tho the entire wiring system in the house was brand spanking new. The tv turning on or off by itself. Leaving the house for the day and coming home to find all the doors open. Mom's solution, change out all....ALL the doors. They changed them to sliding doors except the front door. Never found one open again but would find them unlocked.
In the interim I was experincing strange things, more strange than in the philippines the strangest of all and something I still can not explain to this day.
I was sleeping and got woke up to the sound of musicbox music. I thought someone was just playing it but got up and followed the sound. I ended up in the kitchen, standing at the window looking out at the back yard.
Suddenly I found myself standing under an old canvas tent. Actually standing under it. The music was playing, I could smell the smell of horses, dirt, old canvas, hay......I saw a woman in her early 20s with long brown hair wearing a yellow dress. Those similar to the dresses I later found women wore in the late 1700 early 1800's. She saw me and approched me. I remember feeling scared. She came up to me and taking my hand told me I wasn't suppose to be there, that I had to go back to bed.
She took my hand and lead me back toward the house. My parents found me curled up on top of the new counter under the same window I had been looking out of...to this day I think weird and what the hell was that, no one has an answer.
We pulled up in front of the house and they were tearing down the old garage in the driveway. To a seasoned paranormal investigator that might signal the begining of what was to come only I was about to be an 8 year old what did I know really, even with the experiences in the philippines.
And the spirits wasted no time making themselves known or that the house was thiers. It began with the noises, a loud bang. Finding a door open and upon thinking about it being sure you closed it. Little items going missing, a fork from the table, keys from the wall, even a bar of soap from the shower.
When those didn't do the trick of chasing us out the spirits upped the anty. Lights coming on by themselves, even tho the entire wiring system in the house was brand spanking new. The tv turning on or off by itself. Leaving the house for the day and coming home to find all the doors open. Mom's solution, change out all....ALL the doors. They changed them to sliding doors except the front door. Never found one open again but would find them unlocked.
In the interim I was experincing strange things, more strange than in the philippines the strangest of all and something I still can not explain to this day.
I was sleeping and got woke up to the sound of musicbox music. I thought someone was just playing it but got up and followed the sound. I ended up in the kitchen, standing at the window looking out at the back yard.
Suddenly I found myself standing under an old canvas tent. Actually standing under it. The music was playing, I could smell the smell of horses, dirt, old canvas, hay......I saw a woman in her early 20s with long brown hair wearing a yellow dress. Those similar to the dresses I later found women wore in the late 1700 early 1800's. She saw me and approched me. I remember feeling scared. She came up to me and taking my hand told me I wasn't suppose to be there, that I had to go back to bed.
She took my hand and lead me back toward the house. My parents found me curled up on top of the new counter under the same window I had been looking out of...to this day I think weird and what the hell was that, no one has an answer.
Monday, March 28, 2011
Induction
I don't know if I was born into the paranormal or if the paranormal found me. I was living in a foriegn country when I had my very first paranormal experience.
This blog will be my venting point for all the paranormal things that have happened over more than
thirty years and spanning two different countries.
I was four when I had my first two paranormal experiences and I will remember them as much as I remember the one when I was eight, when I was thirty-eight and when I saw a photo of the one thing that has haunted {I use the term loosely}me since I was 17 years old.
In my life I have lived in houses were I have been hit, scratched, yelled at. Visited places where I have been harassed, whispered to, touched, fondled, yelled at, scratched, pushed, hit. At four I was living in the philippines in a rather large three bedroom house the military was paying for. We had no running water, we had to pump our water from a pump in the middle of a dirt road behind concrete walls.
At four children aren't really aware of the paranormal as much as adults are. To a four year old it's just playing with a friend mom and dad can't see. My first experience, I was standing at the kitchen counter drinking water when a white cat appeared on the window frame, we didn't have a white cat nor did anynone in our area. I yelled for mom to come see the white cat but a four year old doesn't know not to turn away from a ghost, they vanish. By the time mom came into the room the cat was gone but she confided that she had seen the same white cat in the window.
The next year we moved to a house up the road from the base hospital, and we all know what paranormal investigators say about hospitals. Mom and Dad wrote off the stange noises, knockings, doors slamming shut or opening to just getting used to the new house. The stuff falling off the shelves was nothing more than being caused by one of the many small and large earthquakes we had on a daily basis, that is until mom witnessed my brother and I playing ball with someone that wasn't there. My brother and I were bouncing a ball back and fourth to our "friend" but Mom didn't see them. She never said anything about it, dad said we were just bouncing the ball off the bottom of the wall. Nope, it never touched the wall.
My second experience came shortly after my fifth birthday. I had gotten up to get my nightly drink of water and there he sat. A man in his early twenties in the dark green combat uniform of the late 60's early 70's. He sat in the chair, his leg flung over the arm and his combat helmet on his knee. Stopped me in my tracks. He didn't really move or say anything and he looked so real that I thought it could have been one of dad's many men from the base. From then on I walked through with my hands on either side of my face, trying to cover my eyes, to no avail, he was still there. It wasn't until years later I even told Mom about him.
We lived in that house for five years. With the guy in the chair, the guy who stood at the bus stop every night rain or shine waiting for the bus. Every time someone went to help him he would be gone by the time the person even got the the bus stop. The knocks, noises, voices, all were my induction into the paranormal. What I experienced between 4 and 8 became the building blocks of my paranormal life, including a showdown of sorts at the age of 17, which I still bare the scar.
This blog will be my venting point for all the paranormal things that have happened over more than
thirty years and spanning two different countries.
I was four when I had my first two paranormal experiences and I will remember them as much as I remember the one when I was eight, when I was thirty-eight and when I saw a photo of the one thing that has haunted {I use the term loosely}me since I was 17 years old.
In my life I have lived in houses were I have been hit, scratched, yelled at. Visited places where I have been harassed, whispered to, touched, fondled, yelled at, scratched, pushed, hit. At four I was living in the philippines in a rather large three bedroom house the military was paying for. We had no running water, we had to pump our water from a pump in the middle of a dirt road behind concrete walls.
At four children aren't really aware of the paranormal as much as adults are. To a four year old it's just playing with a friend mom and dad can't see. My first experience, I was standing at the kitchen counter drinking water when a white cat appeared on the window frame, we didn't have a white cat nor did anynone in our area. I yelled for mom to come see the white cat but a four year old doesn't know not to turn away from a ghost, they vanish. By the time mom came into the room the cat was gone but she confided that she had seen the same white cat in the window.
The next year we moved to a house up the road from the base hospital, and we all know what paranormal investigators say about hospitals. Mom and Dad wrote off the stange noises, knockings, doors slamming shut or opening to just getting used to the new house. The stuff falling off the shelves was nothing more than being caused by one of the many small and large earthquakes we had on a daily basis, that is until mom witnessed my brother and I playing ball with someone that wasn't there. My brother and I were bouncing a ball back and fourth to our "friend" but Mom didn't see them. She never said anything about it, dad said we were just bouncing the ball off the bottom of the wall. Nope, it never touched the wall.
My second experience came shortly after my fifth birthday. I had gotten up to get my nightly drink of water and there he sat. A man in his early twenties in the dark green combat uniform of the late 60's early 70's. He sat in the chair, his leg flung over the arm and his combat helmet on his knee. Stopped me in my tracks. He didn't really move or say anything and he looked so real that I thought it could have been one of dad's many men from the base. From then on I walked through with my hands on either side of my face, trying to cover my eyes, to no avail, he was still there. It wasn't until years later I even told Mom about him.
We lived in that house for five years. With the guy in the chair, the guy who stood at the bus stop every night rain or shine waiting for the bus. Every time someone went to help him he would be gone by the time the person even got the the bus stop. The knocks, noises, voices, all were my induction into the paranormal. What I experienced between 4 and 8 became the building blocks of my paranormal life, including a showdown of sorts at the age of 17, which I still bare the scar.
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