Paranormal
SUPER LONG OMERGURD
For me the paranormal isn't all about ghost and diving into unknown poltergeisty territory. For me, it is exactly what it is. Anything unnatural to the laws of physics and what scientist can't explain.
I do very much enjoy watching weird mysteries that don't add up. Not really conspiracies, but actual unsolved phenomenon that is crazy weird.
I have had some crazy things happen to me. The interest has to start somewhere, and for me, it all started in the first house I ever lived in. Things I remember with my toddler memory of the house are not really rainbows and butterflies. I remember toddler-hood being tough and I was nearly always cautious. My family life was fine. I was well loved and taken care of and had plenty of social interactions with kids my age. It was this house. It was the neighborhood. I know it wasn't just me, because the friends of mine that grew up with me and had been to that house have some memories of their own, some shared.
By the way, in these stories I was only about 3-5 years old.
I remembered once, playing hide-and-seek with my brother and our friends Mitch and Chase and a few other kids from the neighborhood, I was "it". I went into my brother's closet and saw a blanket bundled up like a human. When I looked at it carefully I saw it breathing, you know, the way blankets will if you're not a very good hider (my brother had just taught me the trick, that was how he had found me previously). I laughed and was like "I can see you breathing!" and when I pulled the blankets off there was nobody under them. It was like the blanket had gone limp. My friend Chase was in the corner of the closet and scared the dickens out of me when he asked what happened. I explained I swear someone was under the blanket and he said that he was sure someone was under it too. He had been in there the whole time thinking someone was hiding with him in the closet.
Another experience was when I was playing with my jack-in-the-box (go figure) and toys started being thrown at me. I ran to open the door but it wouldn't open. So i went between the mattresses of the bed because I was afraid of going under the bed and I knew a blanket would shield me. My mom burst in because she heard me screaming. She told me later when I was a teen, that she heard me scream and the door was locked to the bedroom. She had to break it open and found me in between the mattresses. I told her my version of the story then. Talk about spooky.
Mom and Dad have countless other stories (my mom's stories are far creepier since she was an adult and has more memories of the place) and my brother has a few as well. Of course my friends do too. The neighborhood was built on an old corn field that had been built on old Indian grounds. My brother would dig and find arrow heads and other old things all the time.
When we moved the creep feeling didn't really stop. My brother and I would have some strange experiences where we lived. I'm not sure why we did in our new house. It was new and the land wasn't settled on before the neighborhood, as far as we know anyways. We would hear footsteps in the vents (which, granted, this was probably just the tin popping from stretching and shrinking). My brother came into my room once and asked what. Confused I asked what. He said he heard me call his name....nope. He slept in my room that night. We were maybe 11 and 13. I heard breathing once while in the bathtub. I was 6 at that time and remember identifying it as an angel. It came closer to me and I felt creeped out so I placed my ears under the water and closed my eyes. Next thing I know my dad was yelling at me. He had busted in the door and said I wasn't responding to him and I fell asleep. I told him I hadn't fallen asleep and I was hiding from the breathing. Kinda creepy to hear your kid say.
I heard the breathing again when I was about 12. I tried ignoring it this time because I was old enough to think there was another reason for hearing it. I stopped breathing to make sure it wasn't me, and it was right in my ear at that point, I swear I felt the air move. I ran out of my room. My dad was still awake and asked what was wrong. I told him something was in my room. He checked it out, but that did no good.
I had a few doll experiences with my friend Sommer. My mom collected those creepy dolls.
Toys, particularly Ferby and a remote control car. Ferby would talk even without batteries. My dad experienced this on nights he was alone and my brother and I were staying with friends. I experienced Ferby saying some weird things randomly myself. When I would tell Dad he would say it was just a short, but he told me later when I was an adult that the toy freaked him out because it would go off. He took the batteries out himself and still Ferby would start talking randomly.
The remote control car was another experience with Chase. We woke up one morning to it driving back and forth in front of the bed. We watched it do this for about ten minutes before getting up and looking at it. The batteries were out and the switch was on off. We checked the remote and it too didn't have batteries and was off.
Other than random creepy stuff, it was comfortable being there vs being in the first house.
House number three: I was 16 here.
The first few months there I would here scratching coming from inside my wall. My parents didn't believe me for a little bit, thinking it was probably just something outside. I finally got them to listen and they thought it was very odd too. Dad investigated but found no cause.
I was home alone once and a glass fell that was completely stable. Same time period.
Ok, so a little later, maybe when I was 17, I might had played with a Ouija Board. At this point, I had found friends who had strange tells of their own and we were all curious. Kill us for being intrigued.
THINGS GET CRAZY HERE!
This is where Nathan comes into the story.
Nathan had a lot more weird things happen to him as a kid. Things that make my paranormal experiences look weak. Nothing happened when the four of us would play. Nothing happened when any of us played. I never actually played. I only watched. Maybe once I did it because I didn't want to be the pansy of the group, but I was regardless. Nothing ever happened though.
Mom brought home a bag of money from all over the world when I was 18ish. I was super stoked about this because I love collecting money from other countries. I placed the bag in my room and some weird things began happening. First, it started popping noises that lead up to the dresser where the money was sitting...then the money bag fell off my dresser...ok...maybe it was too close to the edge? The house settling at the same time. Then the uncomfortable feeling of being watched by something evil. I had never felt so much discomfort in all my life. I felt sick just being in the house, especially in my room. My cat was starting to look around the room a lot more than usual. I would do my best to stay at a friend's almost every night because I was so terrified and felt so sick at home. Popping noises kept coming from the walls. I was having nightmares. Like the kind where you wake up and see something walk through your door, then falling asleep and having normal dreams, to waking back up to a dark figure hovering over me while I was sleeping. But you aren't sure if You were awake or asleep. The nightmares and terrifying feeling was so bad I was sleeping in my parents room... I eventually correlated all this with the money. I removed it from my room. The same night I decided to chance my intuition about it being the money and sleep in the living room (still afraid to sleep in my room). I woke up feeling like a demon was watching me (which wasn't unusual by now) and heard a chair at the kitchen table rocking back and forth. I thought it was one of our 4 cats. But it kept going. Umm....do cats scratch that long? It stopped. Then started again. The three cats I did see were staring into the kitchen from the back of the sofa that separated my view from the kitchen table. They were all peaking over the sofa. I watched them hoping they were watching cat number 4 doing whatever. Then it stopped again. It got still quiet. Then what sounded like toddler feet came running into the living room. The cats took off running, I was right with them. We were in my parents room in a heart beat and I was yelling at my mom, crying. Guess where cat number 4 was...outside...
The next morning I told my mom to take the money away from the house because I swear its causing the issue. She did...and everything stopped after that.
Nathan would take us to the Crossett Light. Things were always weird there, but one time in particular was very odd. I was still a student at ULM and Jen was with us. We had quite a lot of people this go around. We sent one group to stand where the light shines and the rest of us stayed back. We would flash them when the light was shining. They never saw the light where they were but we saw it around them from where our group was. It wasn't necessarily scary but the situation was a bit uncomfortable. I stayed with Nathan that night and woke up to his closet door slamming opening. The next night in my house I was feeling the ghost vibes and began praying. As I was doing so my stereo cut on and my CD began playing on a random number I know I hadn't left off on in the middle of the song "...it's me and you now, I've been waiting, think I'm gonna make a move now..." ....I ran.
Jen and her brother had a scary experience at home that same night. Their mom had an even bigger experience, but she never knew where we had gone...that's a story for another time.
The next experience is when I'm 20.
Nathan and I had gotten engaged and were living with his mates. We aren't sure about this house being haunted but the 3 year old boy that lived there would point at a closet and say "the cats in there" and would hide from it. We have this on video actually. I felt like if the place was haunted, it was haunted by a nice spirit. When Nathan and I moved in with my parents not soon afterward things would go bump in the night again. The closet door opened on it own (this door was one of those stuck doors...you had to pull up on it to open it). The bedroom door slammed shut one morning. A painting fell off the wall. Another slammed against my dresser. I wasn't afraid of it though. It never made me uncomfortable. The old roommates told us later that whatever was in the house before left with us because the atmosphere of the house changed drastically and stuff stopped moving around like it did before.
The apartment was not ok...this is a story for another time. This place set my alarms off before we ever decided on it. It was a new building though. I was hoping it was just my anxiety of moving into a new place (even though I never had anxiety with moving). This spirit was the most evil I had ever dealt with. More than the bag of money story. But I'll save it. I have it written somewhere else and I'm too lazy to type it again.
So as you can see...I have a reasonable excuse to be interested. I came upon experiences without asking for them. There are plenty more experiences that came later, luckily none in the past year....but I love hearing other people talk about theirs. I think it's neat, but I would never wish for someone to experience it the same way I did.
I believe in the paranormal, and I hope someday someone like Zak Bagans can prove its real.
