Unbelievable stories of the paranormal

 

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Halloween is at our door once more.  It’s time for parties, candy, and costumes, but why?

Halloween was part of the ancient Celtic religion over 2000 years ago.  It was practiced in the regions that now are Ireland, the UK and northern France.  This day marked the end of summer and the harvest and the beginning of the cold, dark winter.  The Celts also believed that this time of year was often associated with human death.  It was believed that on October 31, the barrier between our world and the world of ghosts and spirits got REALLY thin.  It was on this night, it was believed, the ghosts of the dead returned to earth.  People would gather to light bonfires, offer sacrifices, wear costumes and pay homage to the deceased.

 

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Halloween as we know it today didn’t really get its start in America until the last half of the 19th century.  It was a night of trickery and sometimes ended in violence.  Between the 1920’s and 1950’s people were wanting the trickery and violence to stop.  So began the parties at school or in homes.  The idea of going house to house was an idea to give children candy as a good gesture rather than having them run around getting in trouble.

It’s also a night for dressing in costumes and watching scary movies!  To be quite honest, I’m not one for watching horror shows.  I have enough real “ghost stories” in my everyday life!  Even as I sit here writing, my electronics are “playing games” with me by switching sites or shutting off!  Some say that’s a sign of paranormal activity…I guess I’ll let you decide!

I will admit that I am hooked on a couple of paranormal TV shows.  Are they true?  Who really knows for sure, but, like I said I have had my own experiences.

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Being raised in a Christian household, I was led to believe when we die, we sleep in our graves until the Second coming and then will be lifted to Heaven.  So, when I had my first experience, naturally I was ridiculed and told there are no such thing as ghosts!  But then maybe that’s a parents way of comforting a scared 10-year-old.  The trouble with that was it made me think I was CRAZY!!  So, ok, I learned to live with the creepy shadow that lived on the stairs next to my bedroom.  Let me tell you, there were many sleepless nights and yep, I was a teenager sleeping with a nightlight!

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The next time I had an experience was after I was married.  We lived in an old, two-story house.  I was in my early 20’s with no job at the time, so, when my husband went off to work, I’d sneak back to bed, which turned out not to be the smartest thing I ever did.

I’m sure you all have been in the state of dozing.  Not really sleeping and not really awake?  It was during this time, I felt a presence in the door way of the bedroom.  I looked over and there was a man with a trench coat standing there and just as soon as I saw him, I felt him on top of me!  My body froze with fear!  I couldn’t move, I couldn’t open my eyes, and try as I might I couldn’t scream.  Then, as quick as it came over me, it was gone!  I was like WHAT IN THE HECK JUST HAPPENED!!  Once again, I thought it was my imagination.  I didn’t tell anyone.  Naturally, we NEVER learn from the first mistake, after all, I must have been dreaming, right?   Well, it happened at least a half-dozen other times until I got smart and stayed downstairs on the sofa.

I did tell my husband about the experience and he too was a non-believer.  So, I tried to pass it off again.  That was until my mother-in-law happened to mention something in passing about some evil thing that happened in the house.  She never did say what it was but, I’m sure the residual presence is what I felt!

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I finally made a believer out of my husband when we moved into an old farmhouse.  The land was homesteaded right after the Civil war.  I knew the second I walked into that house there was something I didn’t like about it.  Once again….my imagination!

Actually there were a few experiences there, but, the one that made him a believer was when the baby woke up in the middle of the night crying.  I was rocking him back to sleep and I heard people talking!  Mind you, this house was miles from anyone and it was about 2a.m.!  I shouted to my husband to get up and look if anyone was outside.  When he came down the stairs, he too could hear the voices.  He went outside and walked around the house.  No one was there.  The conversation continued on for a few more moments….then…silence!

We moved on into town where the activity was non-existent.  When we moved to our present location, my oh my, how the activity picked up!  Thank goodness, it wasn’t an evil type of thing, mostly a guardian type, I’d say.

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I’m pretty sure we have more than one spirit in this house.  The one that was here, was an old man in a faded red almost pinkish shirt.  All I could see was his face and shirt as he peered in the kitchen window as if to see who was living here.  Every once in a while, he would be looking in through the window at the kitchen door.  Once again, I never told anyone that I saw him.  He wasn’t scary, he was just nosy!

It wasn’t until my daughter came to me and said she had the weirdest experience.  She said, “I thought I saw and old man looking through the kitchen window.”  I asked what was he wearing?  She said, “He had a pinkish shirt!”  Wow!

This old man never entered the house.  He usually kept his eye on us from outside until one night when my daughter and her new baby were staying with us.  She woke up to find him standing over the crib!  She had enough!  It’s one thing for him to look through the window, it’s another having him in her room!  Needless to say, I saged the house.  I haven’t seen him since.  Hopefully, he went to a better place.

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I could bore you with more ghostly tales of things falling off walls, sounds of tools falling off the garage shelves and the stereo turning on and off.  Or the experiences I’ve had working in the nursing home, like the smell of chocolate chip cookies throughout the building before a resident passed or hearing your name being called when no one is around.  But I’m sure you have your own ghost stories.

If you do have some stories, I’d like to hear them!!

I hope you all have a safe and fun Halloween!!

Remember….those footsteps you hear down the hall might be someone from the past!!  BAAAHAAAAAHAAAA!

Laura

 

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