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Evanesce -> RE: Paranormal Phenomena (4/10/2006 7:56:59 PM)
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Enjoy your ghost kitty. Clearly, it's not there to cause you misfortune. [:)]
I've experienced a number of paranormal events, but no one ever believed me when I said I'd either seen, heard or sensed spirits. Not until we moved into this house, put a new roof on, and Master experienced it for Himself.
From the time I was a teen, I knew there was someone watching over me. Sometimes I would hear him speak my name into my ear when there was no one around. One time, in the middle of an extremely heated, emotional discussion with my soon-to-be ex husband, I asked the ex a question. He denied what I'd asked him, and immediately, just as clear as if someone were standing right behind me, I heard, "He's lying." When the ex and I lived in AZ, we had an old adobe house with a small cellar. Things would always come up missing in that house. Little, insignificant things. Then, weeks later, they'd reappear, and always in the same place: the middle of our bed.
Since moving to Indiana, things have quieted significantly, but there are still happenings. I was completely shocked one night to actually have a tactile encounter, rather than just an aural one. It was about 2:00 in the morning, and I'd just lay down to go to sleep. There was no wind, no breeze, no sound in the house and, quite suddenly, I heard the words, "Good night, Denise," and felt a hand on my head. It felt like a bolt of electricity had run through my body, and the hair on my head actually stood on end (as much as long hair can - think how arm hair does when you get gooseflesh) in the shape of a hand for what felt like a very long time, but was probably really only a few seconds. That was the last time that spirit actually spoke to me, and it was 1998. I think he's still here, because I believe him to be my guardian angel (too many other things have happened for me to believe anything different), but he's been silent for a long time.
Fast forward to our new house, and the event that led Master to wonder if maybe I'm not just making up ghost stories. First of all, I'd always suffered night terror. I'd lie down to go to sleep, and the slightest sound would have me wide awake and panicked most of the night. I was afraid in every house I've ever lived - except this one. There's a safety here that can come only from love. I feel protected here, and have not had a single terror-stricken night in the nearly two years we've been here. The house itself is kind and gentle, and the spirit who lives here with us keeps me safe. I truly believe that. And every great once in a while, we hear old radio broadcasts late at night. Master didn't believe me about that one, either, the first time I told Him what I'd heard, but He's heard it too, now.
Anyway... back to my tale about "THE" event... We were having a new roof put on the house in the winter of 2005. For several weeks, in between snowstorms, roofers worked on the back of the house. Then the day came when they moved to the front of the house, right above where our bedroom is on the second floor (the roof there is atop the third floor). I'm sure you all know what it sounds like inside the house when someone's putting up a roof. It's an awful racket of banging and scraping and pounding and stomping around. That night, in the wee morning hours, Master and I were awakened by that same banging and scraping and pounding and stomping around. I remember waking up and wondering what the heck the roofers were doing up there in the dark. Master, of course, being the Doubting Thomas, was positive there was someone in the house, on the third floor. I thought that was ridiculous, because there's no way anyone could even get up there without having to get by us and the dog. So Master picks up a sword and goes prowling all around the house, looking for intruders. He even went outside! Meanwhile, the banging and scraping and pounding and stomping continued.
Finding nothing, Master came back to the bedroom. He swears to me there's GOT to be someone in the house, to which I replied, "of course there is, Sir, but it's not human and you're not going to find it." Eventually, the banging quieted and we went back to sleep.
The next day, Master went to work, and I decided I was going to have a chat with our spirit. I sat down in the living room and started talking (this is where I feel kinda silly telling people about this). I told the spirit I knew he loved this house, and that we love it too, and that I really do want us all to share the house. I told him that Master drives a truck, and in order to do that safely, He MUST be able to sleep at night; and then I asked him to please try to be more quiet at night and let Master sleep. Then I figured, what the heck, and I asked him to reveal himself to me. That night, again in the early morning hours, I woke up and saw a pool of light (it looked like water rippling on a lake surface) on the ceiling just below and to the left of the foot of the bed. As I looked at it, a man's face came through. I now know what our spirit looks like, and we've not had another noisy encounter since then.
I've caught glimpses of him from time to time - in the parlor, in the foyer, and watching me in the computer room. He's very well dressed, in clothing from the time in which this house was built.
(Yes, I know... for the grammar nazis here - of which I am one - I mixed tenses in the telling of these events.)
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