JUST SCARING US

JUST SCARING US

My recollection of the first time that I personally witnessed a spectral entity was on the weekend eve of losing my job. Ironically, I was downstairs looking for a job on monster.com when, upon ending my session and proceeding to go upstairs I caught a rapidly moving object streak past my field of vision. It was positioned at eye level and moved so quickly I couldn’t make out what it looked like. My cat was also in the room and her head also followed with the object. The stair steps out of the lower level number fifteen but I only heard it stomp up three of them.

Later that week I was terminated from my job, it was a small company. I was the only software engineer, only software installer, only software support person and they didn’t replace me. Gone was my illusion of job security. Do not be alarmed I did find a better job several weeks later.

One night a month after the first incident I was getting ready to get into bed when I noticed a sudden indentation on the comforter. It appeared to be the depth that a cat would make if there was a cat on the bed. I reached for it and it let out a squeak and the indentation went away. I was certain it was one of the cat’s we own, so looked under the bed, looked everywhere in the room, no animals were to be found. I opened the door to the bedroom (carefully watching my feet for a cat zipping by) and went into the family room where all the cats where sitting with the rest of the family while they watch television.

Every night for over a year I would get into bed and feel something jump into my bed next to me. This even happened once while I was on a business trip. I was in San Francisco and was lying on my left side looking at a beautiful view of the bay when it happened again it landed on my bed right next to my stomach. It is one thing when you’re at home and your family is nearby and something odd happens , but when you are far from home it quite another. Oddly, I didn’t rush around and turn on all the lights. I was tired and rolled over figuring it hadn’t done anything to me yet and went to sleep.

My daughter has always hated to be alone in the house because she hears voices when we are gone. I’m not sure this is the house’s fault. None of the other children (two boys) or my wife mentioned anything until one night when I was eating with the family at a local restaurant. For some reason (and to this day I don’t know why) I told them about the thing that hopped into the bed every night. My wife’s face turned white. She said she noticed the same thing every night when she came to be. Something hopped in bed between us.

This pattern continued for a long time. One night while sitting in my bedrooms a bunch of empty boxes started bouncing around like something was in them. I got up and checked the boxes but they were all empty. I was a little exasperated at coming so close to something immaterial yet all it seemed to want to do was scare me. I asked it, ‘What do you want to tell me?’ The only thing that happened was a cheap little waterfall in the room with a tiny Christmas tree light (it was already turned on) that suddenly made a high pitch squeal while the light literally lit up the room.

Now after all of this you would think I would be terrified, actually it was just the opposite. I have noticed a pattern in life where (if you reduce all of the authority figures tactics into one) everyone is trying to scare you. The Catholic Church threatened me with hell, my parents gave me hell, teachers threatened my future and on and on. Now my one chance to make contact with the spirit world and what did it want to do – scare me. I was just sick of it.

All I said was, ‘This is what you’re reduced to – parlor tricks?’
For a long time haunting stopped.

It has been several years but now it is starting up again. My daughter has a daughter of her own and they are both living with us. The both talk about ghosts in the room. I actually called the psychic Helene (I know she is on your show every month) and upon my recanting this story she asked if she could remote view my house. I agreed.

I have to say it was odd sitting in the dark talking to someone on the phone hundreds of miles away who describes what the interior of your home looks like for you. It’s a little creepy. Helene, definitely claimed we have a female ghost. She asked I wanted her to exercise the ghost. I ask her if she was harmful. She said no she actually like you. I didn’t take her up on the offer, I don’t have that many people that like me.

Submitted by Ruppert

HAUNTED SCHOOL

HAUNTED SCHOOL

There are dark shadowy figures that roam the halls of my school! I am currently an English teacher and assistant football coach in Georgia. Friday nights are rather late for me. Once I leave the stadium, I have to drive to my campus and enter a supposedly empty school to finish my work with offensive statistics such as touchdowns, yardage, etc. Before I begin, I must briefly describe my classroom set up. My classroom has two doors that lead into hallways. One door is in front of my desk about twenty feet in front of me, and the other door is on my left about twelve feet or so. Both doors have those 6 inch by 30 inch vertical rectangular windows that are pretty standard for classrooms. 

Due to the motion sensors, the hallway lights only come on when someone or something moves in the hallway. After a brief period, they go off again. I have had the same Friday night routine for the last three football seasons and have had no other experiences before this year. However, I did have a very uneasy apprehension about going to the school on this particular night. This is very unusual because the school is in my hometown and I have very fond memories attending high school there.

About a month ago I entered my classroom with the stat sheet from the game. I turned on the computer and some music from the internet. As I am entering information, from the corner of my eye, a dark shadow person moves across the window in the door in front of me, and the hallway light came on! I looked up to see clearly, and nothing. But very clearly, something moved across the window. About ten minutes later, I notice this same dark flash moving quickly across the window in the door to my left. Again, as I looked to my left, there was no sound and it seemed that no one was there. 

The lights come on again. This continued to happen at random times for the next hour or so. Strangely, the later it became, the more uneasy I felt about being there alone in the class. My uneasiness turned into panic when the volume of the music coming from my computer seem to switch from a normal level to very loud. The thought came to my mind that I had to leave...immediately. That is exactly what I did! There have been other Fridays, and I still see the shadow figures going across the window panes in the door, but I haven't felt the dread that I did on that night.

Submitted by Trey Green

JUST SCARING US

My recollection of the first time that I personally witnessed a spectral entity was on the weekend eve of losing my job. Ironically, I was downstairs looking for a job on monster.com when, upon ending my session and proceeding to go upstairs I caught a rapidly moving object streak past my field of vision. It was positioned at eye level and moved so quickly I couldn’t make out what it looked like. My cat was also in the room and her head also followed with the object. The stair steps out of the lower level number fifteen but I only heard it stomp up three of them.

Later that week I was terminated from my job, it was a small company. I was the only software engineer, only software installer, only software support person and they didn’t replace me. Gone was my illusion of job security. Do not be alarmed I did find a better job several weeks later.

One night a month after the first incident I was getting ready to get into bed when I noticed a sudden indentation on the comforter. It appeared to be the depth that a cat would make if there was a cat on the bed. I reached for it and it let out a squeak and the indentation went away. I was certain it was one of the cat’s we own, so looked under the bed, looked everywhere in the room, no animals were to be found. I opened the door to the bedroom (carefully watching my feet for a cat zipping by) and went into the family room where all the cats where sitting with the rest of the family while they watch television.

Every night for over a year I would get into bed and feel something jump into my bed next to me. This even happened once while I was on a business trip. I was in San Francisco and was lying on my left side looking at a beautiful view of the bay when it happened again it landed on my bed right next to my stomach. It is one thing when you’re at home and your family is nearby and something odd happens , but when you are far from home it quite another. Oddly, I didn’t rush around and turn on all the lights. I was tired and rolled over figuring it hadn’t done anything to me yet and went to sleep.

My daughter has always hated to be alone in the house because she hears voices when we are gone. I’m not sure this is the house’s fault. None of the other children (two boys) or my wife mentioned anything until one night when I was eating with the family at a local restaurant. For some reason (and to this day I don’t know why) I told them about the thing that hopped into the bed every night. My wife’s face turned white. She said she noticed the same thing every night when she came to be. Something hopped in bed between us.

This pattern continued for a long time. One night while sitting in my bedrooms a bunch of empty boxes started bouncing around like something was in them. I got up and checked the boxes but they were all empty. I was a little exasperated at coming so close to something immaterial yet all it seemed to want to do was scare me. I asked it, ‘What do you want to tell me?’ The only thing that happened was a cheap little waterfall in the room with a tiny Christmas tree light (it was already turned on) that suddenly made a high pitch squeal while the light literally lit up the room.

Now after all of this you would think I would be terrified, actually it was just the opposite. I have noticed a pattern in life where (if you reduce all of the authority figures tactics into one) everyone is trying to scare you. The Catholic Church threatened me with hell, my parents gave me hell, teachers threatened my future and on and on. Now my one chance to make contact with the spirit world and what did it want to do – scare me. I was just sick of it.

All I said was, ‘This is what you’re reduced to – parlor tricks?’
For a long time haunting stopped.

It has been several years but now it is starting up again. My daughter has a daughter of her own and they are both living with us. The both talk about ghosts in the room. I actually called the psychic Helene (I know she is on your show every month) and upon my recanting this story she asked if she could remote view my house. I agreed.

I have to say it was odd sitting in the dark talking to someone on the phone hundreds of miles away who describes what the interior of your home looks like for you. It’s a little creepy. Helene, definitely claimed we have a female ghost. She asked I wanted her to exercise the ghost. I ask her if she was harmful. She said no she actually like you. I didn’t take her up on the offer, I don’t have that many people that like me.

Submitted by Ruppert

AMELIA WILL BE STAYING!

AMELIA WILL BE STAYING!


My daughter Tasha was born a normal child in all ways. At the time of about four she had an imaginary friend she started to talk with in her room while playing. She called her Amelia. I knew that children would make-up friends while playing. My oldest daughter would make fun of Tasha talking to Amelia. I knew it would be a phase and Amelia would be gone like all imaginary friends, in time. 

As my oldest child went to school, Tasha and I would be home alone. I had to keep my eye on Tasha at only 4 years old as she was into everything. We enjoyed hanging clothes outside on sunny days. One sunny day Tasha was watching cartoons on TV and I decided to hang the clothes with her out back. She had a favorite chair by the TV. We went out to hang the clothes and returned back down the hall to the living room. When we came closer to the TV, I could see a child setting in the chair at a side angle. I thought one of the neighbor kids had came in the front door and took a seat to watch the show, since the kids did come and visit sometimes. When we got closer I froze and dropped my laundry basket… The child had no LEGS sticking out from the chair!! She slowly turned, but I never saw her face, only her hair moving. Then she kind of disappeared like steam from a pot. 

Tasha said "Did you see her Mom?"
"Yes, I did!" I exclaimed, quite frightened.
"That’s Amelia," Tasha said.

I was really afraid for myself and Tasha too. If Amelia was a ghost or evil spirit, I had seen and read enough to know this wasn’t going to end well. Later that day I told Tasha that Amelia had to go to the light, or someplace away from us, I was thinking. She said she would tell her. I hoped that thing was gone. 

The next day I was feeling better, thinking, maybe I really didn’t see anything… just nerves or a glass of bad milk. I was grabbing at straws. At about noon Tasha was playing in her room, and I called her for lunch. Tasha was eating her sandwich and we were talking. I was hoping to forget yesterday. Tasha stopped my thoughts when she said that she told Amelia she had to go away. Shaking, I asked, "What did she answer?"

"Amelia will be STAYING, and she came FROM the light, Mom." Tasha said. 

I couldn’t speak for fear! 

Days, Months and Years have gone by. Now it’s 6 years later, and I never saw the phantom of Amelia again.Tasha slowly stopped talking to Amelia. I think her classmates and society finally got rid of Amelia. At least out in the open.Tasha has the strangest ability to stay away from life’s little bumps in the road. Could it be Amelia is still near her? Tasha is growing up fine with no mental or social problems. But me... I know what I saw and it still makes my hair stand on end.

Submitted by Tracy

WOODLAWN CHAPEL GHOST CHILD APPARITION

WOODLAWN CHAPEL GHOST CHILD APPARITION

Hi,
My name is Ashley Charron and I saw your site and thought I would submit my story.

Last year, Columbus Day weekend I was in Keene, NH for a friend's wedding. It was a beautiful weekend and after the reception on Sunday night my friends and I decided to go to a few ‘Haunted Hotspots’ in Keene.. given that it’s October and a few of my friends are curious about paranormal activity we decided to go exploring. I’ve always also been curious about ghosts and spirits and have had a few unexplainable encounters…

However on Sunday night I had a spine chilling experience in the Woodlawn Cemetery outside of the Sumnar Knight Chapel. My friends and I approached the Sumner Knight Chapel and parked the car about 20 Ft. from the Chapel. My friends decided to get out of the car to walk around and explore the Graveyard. My friend Amy and I who were in the backseat of the car decided to roll the window down and just sit back and watch them fail at trying to experience a Ghost or Spiritual encounter.

I gave the boys my camera to take pictures of the Chapel which was very eerie and dark. Inside the car I had my iPhone with the window more than half of the way down, put the flash option on and took a shot in the dark trying to capture what the Sumner Knight Chapel looked like from inside the car… I was planning to mobile upload it later and after I snapped the photograph the following disturbing image is what I captured. I have also attatched a copy of the photograph after having it lightened up by a professional photographer.



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Photo Taken: 10/9/2011 around 12:15 AM
Woodlawn Cemetery, Keene NH. Photograph taken 20 ft. from Sumner Knight Chapel.
©2011 Ashley Marie Charron
Used by permission - Unauthorized reprinting/exhibition prohibited
without written consent of copyright holder



After looking at this more closely, there is no doubt in my mind that this photograph is a once in a lifetime experience. After much discussion and commentary on the photograph almost all who view it not only say that it is disturbing but feel as though the unknown figure looks as if they are knocking on the vehicle. Many believe the figure to look like a small child, a little girl specifically. I decided to see what Google might come up with on the Woodlawn Cemetery and typed it into my search bar, this is what I found via website

“Woodlawn Cemetery Keene New Hampshire - Sumner Knight Chapel - The whole area near the Knight Chapel is a major hotspot. The chapel itself is home to a very unhappy spirit and it’s presence is almost overwhelmingly strong as you get within 15 feet of the Chapel. Near the chapel is the spirit of a little girl who will sneak around and peer from behind trees at you and on voice recorders you can get sounds of a girl giggling. You have to go away from the Chapel to encounter her. Warning, do not curse in front of the Chapel. There is a spirit who will wash your mouth out with soap if you do. Several people have documented the taste of soap in their mouths and others can smell the soap (Similar to Ivory Bar Soap in my opinion) on the breaths of the victims.”

Submitted by Ashley Marie Charron

UNWELCOME HOUSEGUEST

UNWELCOME HOUSEGUEST

A few weeks ago my nine year old son broke the silence at the breakfast table by making the following comment.

"Dad, you don't have to stand by my room at night."

I was a bit confused, so I asked him, "What do you mean? I don't....." I stopped short of saying that I don't stand outside his door because sometimes I do like to look in on him.
He continued, "Dad, I see you standing there. I can hear you breathing. Just because you move out of the way I know you are still there."

I was scared by his statements for a number of reasons. First, I never hid from him. Second I always stood fully in the door and he was always fast asleep. Additionally, he said he could hear me breathing.
"How often do you notice me?" I asked with a smile. I didn't want to terrify him by explaining that I check on him once a night and only for a moment.

"Come on Dad! Every night!" He obviously thought I was joking around with him because he grinned from ear to ear and giggled. "I'm not a little kid Dad. I know you are there."

"I'm sorry buddy, I'll stop. OK?" He nodded his head in agreement and finished his breakfast. Then, we got up from the table and had a great day together. I spoke with my wife about what he had said. She mentioned that he was probably dreaming. Maybe he was half awake and noticed me or something like that. We knew there were no other men in the house for him to see. Soon the morning’s events were forgotten and evening came.

I had forgotten about the morning’s discussion but my wife had not. "Mike, don't you dare freak me out or I'm going on the couch with the cats and you can stay in here by yourself." She furrowed her brow a little and waited for a reply.

"What do you mean?" I asked. "Oh, you mean the thing about him seeing a man by his room? Don't worry. I'm not doing anything except for going to sleep." I slid into bed. "But, I am going to stay awake for a while just to satisfy my own curiosity. I mean, I checked all the doors and windows and there's no way someone is getting in here. No way at all."

I felt my wife kick me under the covers, "I'm serious! You better shut up Mike!"
An hour or two later I looked up from my book when I noticed movement in the hall. "Hey buddy, come on in." I whispered. I put down my book, smiled and leaned forward to get a better look into the hall. What I saw wasn't my son but looked like the right side of a man side stepping into the darkness of the hallway.

I froze for a second, squinted and shook my head. Then very clearly came the sound of someone clearing their throat.

Every one of my senses told me someone was there. I felt the presence. What is more, the presence I felt absolutely terrified me.

My wife must have felt the bed shake as I stiffened with fear. She woke and looked at me, then toward the bedroom door. "Mike, what is it?" She whispered. Then we heard the breathing. There was no mistaking the sound. It was almost a gurgle. I looked at my wife and saw pure terror on her face. There was no reason to ask if she could hear it.

The next few moments are more of a blur than an actual solid memory. I bolted out of bed and dashed into the hall. It was empty, the only open door was to my sons room. So, I took three large steps, pushed his door all the way open and turned on the light. He was fast asleep. Nothing in the room looked out of place. I turned off the light and stood there for a moment longer.

I was tired, angry and confused.
Then, out of the corner of my eye I saw it.
Movement.

I snapped my head to the right and glimpsed the image of a what I thought was a man with short brown hair and thick dark rimmed glasses. He was wearing a green long sleeve shirt or sweater. Just as quickly as I saw him he was gone. In the time it took for my eyes to fully focus he was out of sight.

Was I going nuts? I checked the entire house. Not a single thing was out of place. I didn’t sleep a wink.
In the morning my son and I walked over to the neighbors to visit with them and their children. As the boys played I told them about my experience. They both became visibly pale and had the following to say, "Mike, the house you live in was the first home your landlord built. He lived there with his wife while he built the rest of the homes in this subdivision. They were on their way home from a bar a few years ago when they got into a bad motorcycle accident. She wasn't wearing a helmet. When we went to see her in the hospital we couldn't recognize her at all. She looked like a man. It was terrible. She died a few days later."

"Did she have dark rimmed glasses?" I asked.
"Um, no she didn't, but her eyes were so black and blue that it almost looked that way."
I shook my head. "Well now what do I do? I mean I can't just ignore what happened. I mean my son is seeing this woman on a regular basis!"

"Move out, Mike. For you sons safety you have to move."

We gave our landlord a 30 day notice on 10/11/2012. We signed the lease on a new house effective immediately.

Submitted by Mike Gonzalez

The Oneness Position

Hi, wonderful theory, and I believe that no mater how many different ways anyone dices it or looks at these types of concepts about a God, god, goddess, or any type of omnipotent being or a single infinite intelligence the best we can come up with are a multitude of theories, some complimenting each other and others contradicting each other. 

Many theories have been made about such a force or forces where we have not yet even come up with a sufficiently sensitive enough scientific instrument to detect what is on the other side of this reality. We may only at best be able to detect such phenomena by inference, like detecting some type of extraterrestrial energies interacting affecting energies in this reality to react oddly or moving in a different then normal pattern. compared to other energies of a similar consistency around it.

Could these energies be consistent to intelligent entities such as the ancient gods and goddesses verses energy and mass and the quantum dimensions with no beginning and no end.

All things, animate and inanimate has spirit energy, auras, which are the life sustaining energy found within all living beings. Our entire mother earth is spirit, all is of the living spirit, the rocks, the earth, the plants, animals, water and all that resides within it, the air and all that resides in it. This was why when the ancient ones had used what they needed from the land they returned it to the land from where all is born all should be returned.

Then there is the moon cycle ceremony of Grandmother moon who comes to visit every month to cleans and prepare the girl child for womanhood in the sacred moon lodge. and Father sun gives sustenance to Mother Earth and her children. Twice per year spring and fall the people celebrate the pot-loch, The ancient version of the modern day pow wow's. A sacred celebration in thanksgiving to Father Sun for providing them with the abundant seasons of trading, hunting, fishing and harvesting they have been blessed with

I do agree with all who have chosen the Oneness proposition. Now I desire to introduce a theory for your own evaluation. What if we were to say all living organisms, on all levels of quantum spirit energy contained within one entity. This oneness of spirit is the living essence on all things expressed into reality, and on all expressions of all realities.

Since these spirit essences have been in this three dimensional reality we call the Universe that has been *as it was in the beginning,* the beginning being the "Big Bang", or birth of the thought expressing itself as Universe.

For those who believe in reincarnation, how would it be that our souls may have been reborn to life forms in all quantum realities billions of times since the birth of thought? How many as female and how many as male? What if a soul is predisposed, let us say to being female or male for instance?  Or how about a different species altogether?

Spirit essence does not have a physical sex, gender or any physical form for that mater. A field of conscious energy would be about the best I can describe our spiritual essence. But can our spirit energy or soul's characteristic and consciousness continue being of the feminine or masculine energy characteristics in the spirit energy form? Do we continue being predisposed to being female or male traits through the rebirth into physicality?

Just another theory. I agree with you that the Oneness which contains all souls and all in creation is within the First Thought was and is none gendered. Personally I use the term Great Spirit, or how about Sacred Feminine the hand maiden of Creator the bearer and keeper of all living things and just how many other intelligent entities that were assigned the position of The Watchers or Caretakers.

It is the spirit which is individual, but yet still connected to all of the essence of soul. Each spirit or thread of the soul that is assigned a living body becomes the living essence or energy of that body. It may be the consciousness of this spiritual energy which is also part of soul which may retain the  characteristics that it feels most comfortable with. female or male, in the none physical sense of course. Or how about the supposed androgynous characteristics of the angels.

I, for one, believe that the more there are different pieces, propositions, theories, postulations and beliefs, that are served at the banquet table makes for a better richer meal. All these different bits and pieces served to us for our inspection are very much an invigorating expansion of knowledge and wisdom in the conscious and subconscious  mind.

Such is my patchwork faith, always flexible and changeable to outside information. It would be impossible, to explain what the inner self is; it isn't anything you can see, touch, calibrate, or measure with a scientific instrument in order to isolate and identify it in physicality. It is only felt, like the little voice, intuition, within the physical mind, which is not a physical process of the mind, but a process of your own thoughts that are *not* formed within your mind, but from a source from outside of your biological mind process. 

This proposition is subject to change as we discover new behaviors in all living things found everywhere within our immediate environment around us every day.
Cynthia©

The Innerlight

My inner self  is the inner light that dispels the ever-present shadows of doubt and despair  within. So that I may open my eyes and know and see where lie my inner weaknesses and strengths reside. That same inner light shows me where I need to be in life, for it is that one moment, that one heart beat in infinity is where you will make the choice that will contribute to changing the future.

We have an influence on every soul we meet during a 24 hour period of time, so make it a good influence or impression and you will have made your small contribution towards somebody’s better day.

I do not perceive my part in life the same way others perceive theirs and wish for me to be, for they can not see what is the true self within others. Many are not even aware of their own true inner selves.

My beliefs may be tried by others but in my heart I know these beliefs to be true-honed and seasoned with time and experience, and the lessons I have learned still remains in my heart, quite many as fond memories. Others still haunt me like ghosts in the mist of the past, but the mist grows more distant in time.

I know what is true in my heart for that which is part of my spirit, the essence of my being. It matters not the differences in the beliefs that others may try to impose on me. It does not change who I am; I am still myself, she who dwells within this physical shell.

I accept my inner prosperity along with my shortcomings. The more it will serve to forge who I am today to be more solidly into being who I am destined to be in the future. I am spiritually strong in my ways and beliefs, spiritually I live close to the Earth Mother.

What I instinctively know to be true to me may not be so for others. All divine their own truth within their own hearts differently then the next person. This cannot change who I am. I am who I am.

I only seek for the way of the light, then shall I have the privilege to light the way for those who may choose to walk along the same path as I for a time. But remember, we all need to walk our own walk, no one else can walk it for you but for a time you may follow another soul’s light as a guide to find your own way.

 

I can only strive to be the best me I can be. You can do no more for or with yourself.

Love,

Cynthia ©

JOURNEY TO FAIRYLAND

JOURNEY TO FAIRYLAND 

Do you seek the way? I mean the place where the fairies live? 

Do you really have the desire to know? Then I will tell, it's easy, quite. 

You must wait  for the full moon when it is fully up,

up in the center of the sky, the hour of midnight.

When there is a full moon over the Purple forest  and the moon glimmers on the dark black sea.

There in the purple forest you shall find a path way which radiates its own light

A bluish green glow is the path and a sparkling of diamond brightness marking its edges.

Then if there be evil afoot to impede you, out of enmity or rot, then one must know the secret words for vanquishing these evil entities,  then say the magical words "I believe in you not!" 

To cast the spell you get upon a sunflower seed and fly all around the purple forest,

 and cast your spell of sparkly Fairy dust all about,

And, if the breeze is blowing the right way, 

The sunflower seed  will take you away to Fairyland 

along the trail of light! 

Yes fairie folk are as  real as you and I. 

The only reason other folk don't see them is because they look with their eyes closed .

And fairies  don't never die. 

The live for 5 to 600  years then will spend a millennium or more in the regenerating state, much the same as a caterpillar in it's cocoon.

Cynthia©

THE MISSING KNIVES

THE MISSING KNIVES

Last year my mother asked me to return the knives I have been hoarding from the silverware drawer. Not knowing what it was about I checked and indeed there were 20 or so knives missing. I said I don't know, and figured my father or she had taken them. No one else in the house.

Days later she thanked me for returning them, twenty knives. I looked with my own eyes and they were missing from the drawer before, now they are back. I thought it might be my aunt who had recently died and was mischievious.

A couple of months later my mother asked me to return six heavy coffee cups that were missing from the shelf. Huh? Where would I keep heavy mugs, and why? She was sure it was me, and I literally stared into the dishwasher to see that they were not in there. Again, remember, there are no visiting workmen here or other family members. I let it go that she thought it was me for a day, kind of sureally, and the next day she thanked me for returning them. I also had stared into the shelf to see it empty, six heavy mugs, gone, where? Now I just stared at them back in place.

A while later, a month or so, the water irrigation system came on by itself while it was cut into, system off, as I decided to go out and work on it again before it got dark. I turned the corner of the house and it was on, flooding the grounds, and had just gone on about the time I got up to go out and work on it. System off, and timer set for another day even if I (we, father too) had been absent minded enough to leave it on while working. IT WAS OFF. I was so startled I don't remember how I turned it off. This is the point when I am starting to see the light here.

I began to put two and two together. My fuse had been removed from my car almost causing a turn-signal disaster. The dog was always in my room, freaking out and curling up to me, watching the movement of something in the family room, once my parents moved into the kitchen. Her eyes would actually follow something moving out there, and she's not that friendly to me to run into my room, and hasn't since the "cleansing".

The pond motor was on once and running in the morning, and I thought the switch must have just slipped into the on position. While putting on my shoes I had been putting off end-capping my laces, as I had cut them, and they don't thread the eyelets unless you do that. Here's a shoelace, just cut, no way to thread it. When I came back to my chair with the Scotch tape the uncapped shoelace was threaded through the small eyelet. This is magic and it's standing right behind me!

That night, something in my soul knew this is no joke and I prayed the Rosary. In my mind's eye, I actually saw this thing surprised by two angels, heard their swords, saw the "thing" surprised as it was going through towels or something, snooping. I couldn't make out its face but it isn't pretty. Very nasty thing.

There hasn't been anything going on like that since I saw it go, like zip, although I have looked into the mug pantry, and anything else that might be funny going on, and nothing has. That was more than a year ago, and the smell of that thing is Gone. Thank God and his Holy family. Thank you Mother (I am not Catholic).

Submitted by Mitchell

A MESSAGE FROM A FRIEND

A MESSAGE FROM A FRIEND

I had a very close friend pass away from cancer a few yrs ago and a very strange thing took place following his death. This friend was well known for his sense of humor and routinely would call and, if encountering an answering machine, would always leave a strange round instead of a message. Invariably, that strange sound would involve peculiar items, like crackling crumpled paper, hissing sounds, anything that would make strange noise while he would verbally spout some equally weird gibberish or other nonsensical vocal sound effects. This way, we always knew it was him who had called. Never a question. It became his signature and he did it for many, many years.

The day he died I had purchased a new phone with a built in message system, and was boggled by the manual on setting it up, so I put it off. That night, at roughly the time he expired (I later learned), 3 messages were left on my machine from an "unknown number" as the display on the message window recorded. The three messages came only a few minutes apart. Each one was distinctly a call from him, making all the usual strange noises and garbled verbiage, only the calls sounded like they were coming through a very bad radio or something, loaded with static which caused the sound to pitch and diminish. There were no storms happening, but it reminded me of how some calls can sound during a bad electrical storm. I didn't hear the messages until the next day when I noticed a little light on the side of the phone blinking and realized messages had been left, despite having not set up the message part of the phone at all. I had to look up how to play them for fear of missing them, but once I figured it out, I knew he had called. But I simultaneously knew that was impossible, because late that same night, the phone rang and I answered and his significant other told me he had passed away only an hour or so earlier. The phone was clearly operational. He had been in a hospice because his condition had weakened so drastically. He was not able to make phone calls, and was for several days far too out of it from the morphine to have done much of anything.

None the less... he called, somewhere just after the time of death. Not once, but three times, as if to say, "Yeah… it's ME." I was able to play the recordings for my wife, who was equally mystified by them. She knew his signature goofy phone message sounds all too well. In setting up the message system later that day, I somehow managed to erase or destroy the messages entirely. I thought it was a little odd, too, because I was following the instructions perfectly and being very careful about making sure any existing messages would NOT be voided from the chip.

Not more than a month later, my granddaughter who was 2 and a half was spending the night with us, and stopped and looked down the hall and appeared to be looking at someone and nodding at them. I asked her, "Who are you looking at?" And she immediately waved to whomever it was down the hall (there was no one else here but my wife, who was in the same room as we were) and motioned for the person she was looking at to come, and she said, "It's ok, come in." I again asked her, "Who are you seeing?" And she then got a sudden shocked look on her face and kind of gasped a bit and jumped up on the bed with me, clung to me tightly and said, "Who is it, Grandpa? Who is it?" and kept looking back toward the hallway. I went down the hall and looked around, and of course, found no one. Saw nothing. I asked her what she saw and she seemed to struggle to make a good description. I asked her if it was a boy or a girl? She said "no." I asked if it was a man or a woman? And she seemed puzzled for a second and said "Who is it?" instead of "no" again. She just couldn't seem to make sense, or explain or describe what she saw, but it was definitely a "who" to her.

Later that night as we were putting her to sleep, something in the very back room at the end of that hallway came crashing down loudly startling all three of us. I went into the room which was basically empty and used only to store a few things and found nothing out of place. But the sound was distinctly of something large with many parts spilling or falling out, like a box full of various items. But nothing was out of place at all.

No further calls or apparitions have been experienced. But there is no question in my mind that some one or some thing was tapping through, by phone and perhaps with a personal appearance as well to the only one capable of seeing it. And I have a good feeling it was my good friend who passed.

Submitted by Alton Raines

Spirit Beings

Spirit Beings

Light beings are spirit beings, or beings fully-evolved to energy form, their evolutionary age is undetermined. Then you have those beings that are sentient and partly corporeal and energy in form, or able to transition from one form to the other. These beings are very ancient and highly evolved. The little ones are also ancient, highly-evolved sentient beings, but still retaining a biological bodies, some call them the greys.

I have seen the light beings not only at night but also in the brightness of day. I love being out in nature, and I love and attract animals and young children. This I am lead to understand is a commonality among empathics. I will come back to the topic on empaths in a later post, if you anyone is interested.

Being empathic in my earlier years of my life didn't help, it alienated me from others who didn't understand. Also sensitive to other peoples’ energies around me and knowing what their inner thoughts and feelings were kind of, let us say unnerved them some. It was these sensitivities to others that made it that much harder to integrating with others in society.

Now this is where in later years the light beings intervened keeping me from the very possibility of ending my physical existence here on earth at a certain point in my life along with other factors I will not get into here. 

I learned from them, the light beings, that they had been sent to tell me, via thoughts manifesting in my mind that weren't my own, like relayed by my own thought processes but not originating from my own mind.  They had come to me to guide me on my journey through life, and they had a reason as to why they needed me to continue to live, and if I remember what they relayed to me, all would be well. 

In order for me to see the path I must follow I was required to do one thing that would be the most crucial endeavor that I would possibly ever undertake in my entire life: I had to find and connect with the my inner self, *she who dwells within.* the true me, not the sham I had been playing out for most of my adult life. She, the inner-self  had been so well suppressed for so many years that I was no longer aware of who my true self was.

I discovered the inner-self  the one who had never been given the opportunity to truly know herself. Then I found that child within is full of life and still remembers the freedom, innocence and vigor of life that once dwelled within and still does. If There is any way I can prevent it, I do not ever wish to loose touch with the inner child. I wish to always be forever young of mind and spirit, allowing the soul to grow brighter each day.

I want to dance in the dreams cape forest with my childhood friends, the tiny light beings, the orbs, and the little soul sparks, that radiate every color of the rainbow. Some would call these the faie people. Oh yes, that is also where you will find the watchers, or messenger guardians, they are somewhat taller then the average man and stand inside an envelope of radiant ovular shaped bright bluish white light.


The rainbows sometime will appear everywhere in the room I am in, they are so beautiful to behold, I could sit in bed for hours looking at the colors on the ceiling alternating to every color of the spectrum of light colors.

Cynthia

Another Fairy Poem

In the Misty light of the silver moon

I wonder through the forest of shadows

looking up at the star-spun sky.

How I have search for you, my precious friend,

my light who shimmers, dark to bright,

runs and dances gaily in the forest shadows,

On tiny feet without shoes on the forest floor of green.

Under cover of the darkness of the night she comes.

Oh Fairy light! how I wish to be with thee

I ask that the come forth, come forth,

from the branch of the elm

and the leaves of the Ivy, 

When human is present,

The keepers of the forest, a shadow they weave.

Keepers of the river, do come forth,

But Just remain beyond reaching.

Never to be in keeping,

It is not meant to be.

The Free spirits of Fairy ceaselessly roame

Like the tiny gypsies they are.

She and her kin, never to stay for long,

Her work takes her far and wide

caring and preparing Gaea for new life to come.

I call upon thee, stay and rest for a while,

my dear friend, maiden of the forest. 

Wild and free as the, like the wind are ye,

Come rest here with me upon this knoll where I sit.

A blinding pulsing light momentarily lighted the darkness,

Abruptly The pulsing light stops,

Darkness falls back all around.

The light spins and spins taking on a shape.

The light transformed into a graceful fairy with butterfly wings

She appeared to be floating towards me.

She floated to my side me and sat gently at my side.

She whisper sin my ear,

"We shall always be together, we are sisters my dear." 

"Come with me human child" she says,

extending her arm towards, I will show the the way.

I take her hand, and we are in the air,

seemingly floating over the forest,

dancing and spiraling like ballerinas

above among the clouds,

As we trailed sparkly star dust in our wake.    

Cynthia ©

PHONE CALL FROM THE NETHER WORLD

PHONE CALL FROM THE NETHER WORLD

It was a dreary Sunday morning in 2007, with on and off again rainfall against a grey sky, typical of late winter in East Tennessee. I was getting ready to go to the hospital to see several patients when, some minutes after 10 AM, the door bell rang. "Dad, there's a policeman at the door," shouted my 10 year daughter. All three of my kids gathered around in the excitement. I answered the door, and the officer stood there with a concerned expression and asked, "Everything OK?" Bewildered, I replied, "Sure, but what's going on?" He explained that "there's been a 911 call from this address." I turned to the kids with an accusing look, and they all denied any such "pranks." My wife had arrived at the doorway from upstairs, and indicated that no one had even used the phone that morning as far as she knew. Everyone had "slept in." We all chalked the event up to an accident, as the officer said that sometimes there are errors at the phone company and "wires get crossed." I thanked him for his time, and the officer went on his way. We thought nothing more about it for a while. 

One week latter, at 10:20 AM on Sunday morning, I had been to my office and was returning home. A police officer turned into our subdivision behind me. "Did I not make a signal," I thought. I pulled into my driveway and the officer pulled in behind me. "Oh no, what's wrong, I hope no one's hurt or anything," I thought to myself. 

Quickly getting out of my car, I walked over to the officer's vehicle. "Hello officer, what seems to be the problem?" He replied, "there's been a 911 call from this address, it was made about 20 minutes ago," as he exited his squad car. "Let's go inside," I said as we walked to the front door. Inside my home, my wife and kids were as shocked as I when told of yet another 911 call that none of us made. I asked the officer if he knew the number from which the call was made. He looked at a pocket pad, leafed through the pages, and said, "Yes, it's 865-692-4524." I told him that was not our number or even near it, and we both stood there literally scratching our heads. I then relayed the fact that the exact same thing had happened exactly one week before at nearly the same time. The officer called up the database in his computer pad and said, "sure enough, a 911 call was reported last Sunday at 10:01 AM from this address and from that same phone number. Today's call was also made at 10:01 AM. Very strange. But it's clearly not your phone number." Along with my wife and three kids and the police officer, we all stood in my hallway with our mouths open aghast at the coincidence. Breaking the stunned silence, the officer suggested that we contact the telephone company to see if there is a problem in their computer system crossing our number with another. We thanked him for his time, and he left, scratching his head. 

The following day, Monday, my wife contacted the phone company to make a query about the phone number from which the 911 calls were made. After the typical waiting period, an attendant returned to the line, indicating that there was no such phone number as the one in question. When further questioned by my wife, the attendant admitted that there was no such "active" phone number. When my wife insisted that all "other" phone numbers be checked, another waiting period insued. When, after about 10 minutes, the phone company attendant finally returned to the line, she said, "yes there is an old number that matches your request, but it is more than five years old. The record shows it was the number for a temporary line you had placed in your basement in 2002, five years ago. But that number is no longer connected to our system, and hasn't been since 2002." After learning that the number was technically "in" the computer but not electrically accessible for calling, my wife thanked the attendant and hung up the phone. She was in psychological shock. 

I arrived home that afternoon and my wife met me at the door. "It was your mother whose been calling 911." "What?" I looked at my wife like she was crazy. "That's not possible, you know she died three months ago." The phone number that had "called" 911 and brought the police to our home twice, two Sundays in a row, was from a temporary phone we had placed in a room in our basement where we moved my mother in 2002, prior to placing her in assisted living. She lived there for only three or four months but her phone number was, in fact, 865-692-4524. That number had been disconnected when my mother left and went to a new facility, and the phone was removed. 

My wife and I stood in our foyer with blank stares and goosebumps. It appears that somehow, someway, my deceased mother, who, especially in her latter years (she died at age 93), was rather prone to panic first and then think, had apparently attempted to call 911, twice! The calls were made at the exact same time on two Sundays in a row. Colleagues nervously attempted to supply explanations, some rational, some not. 

In some kind of time distortion, perhaps she realized she was dead and panicked, calling 911 as she sometimes did in life. Or, perhaps, she was simply attempting to communicate with family in the most readily available manner. Or, maybe she was trying to warn me about what we much latter found out to be an office staffer who embezzled thousands of dollars from our practice starting in early 2007. 

Regardless of motive, three months after her death, two 911 calls were made from my deceased mother's old phone line and number. The number was no longer in service, and the line no longer existed physically, and, according to the phone company, the number was not even "online" in their system. Something "physically" impossible had actually occurred, witnessed by two police officers, a doctor and his family. 

In communicating with the living, maybe the dead do not need to be "online" in the manner we think about being "online." Perhaps the laws of physics, as we know them, only apply to the living.

Submitted by Edward Workman, MD

Happy Halloween to All my Blog Friends

A true story

THOSE OLD HAUNTED HOMES & CEMETARY

One family's experience in the state's oldest community.

Our family moved to a small eastern Washington community in 1989 where I took a job with the City. One of my responsibilities was the overall management of the cemetery. It dated back to 1854 and had roughly 6,300 burials. Early in 1990 I hired a sextant to make an effort to correlate all of the cemetery records through an on site review and then we would compare the records at City Hall to see where it would come out. During the preceding years, I and the office staff had data based all of the city's cemetery records.

By the spring of 1993, I had a very strong knowledge of this cemetery and its various sections.
At the time, we were living a few blocks away in one of the community's older homes. My wife and children professed a great amount of anxiety and fear over what they perceived as an incessant amount of strange occurrences in this house, none of which they were able to explain. I frankly was very skeptical, although we had lived in homes before that had a lot of paranormal activity. I decided to check out this one. A number of the City staff had lived in town all of their lives. Upon inquiry to one of my clerks, I was informed that at one time there had been a third floor on this house that had burned during the war. There had been a fatality. Consensus seemed to indicate that the casualty was a young man. This entity was very mischievous. Apparently, he enjoyed turning on water faucets, opening washing machine doors, turning on or off lights, slamming doors etc. I was skeptical of these claims.

One Saturday night I got up to visit the bathroom. The only light that was on in the house was in the hallway. When I exited the bathroom, I was quite surprised to see that the only lights that were not on were in the bedrooms. The front room, dining, kitchen, and laundry room lights were all turned on. I decided that the family was right, we need to move.

The very next morning, I was on a walk through the cemetery when I noticed a young woman in a faded dress standing in front of a headstone in one of the older parts of the cemetery. The dress looked like an early 20th century wedding dress. I turned and walked over to where she was standing. She appeared to be in her twenties. She was slim, long brown hair and of medium height. She was looking down at the headstone with a very sad look on her face. I quickly surveyed the cemetery. There were not any vehicles or other people in the cemetery. From where I stood, I could see all of the grounds. She vanished as I approached. I noticed a man's name on the headstone. I wondered what could be happening since she probably wasn't buried here. The name on the front was that of a man, Slocumb. But, since the stone was four sided I decided to check the back of it. It was the only Jewish headstone in the cemetery. It was unique in shape and I had remembered it from previous trips to the cemetery.
The name Emma Moore was on the rear of the stone. She died at age 26 in the early part of that century. A daughter, maybe. A check of the City's burial records confirmed that they were both buried in this grave. Sad.... Never more Emma Moore.

We soon found another house and moved ASAP. The children were becoming paranoid and my wife was unhappy with the current arrangements. Peace at last, I thought. Wrong. It wasn't long before the children began complaining about noises in the basement and footfalls on the stairs coming up from the basement. One afternoon, several months later, I was home preparing lunch when I heard footfalls coming up the stairs. They were located directly behind the kitchen and these footfalls were quite loud. I sprang to my feet and ran to the door at the top of the stairs. This will end right now, I thought. As I opened the door, A wispy figure of a middle aged woman scooted by me and into the kitchen where she soon vanished. That afternoon I checked with the long time residents again about the prior occupants of that house. The building inspector informed me that a woman fitting the description had lived there about twenty years earlier. She died in a plane crash a few miles west of town. The call went out again, we're moving. We subsequently found a fairly new home that had no complications.

I then received a phone call from a local car mechanic that had moved into our prior residence. He stated that he had heard about our experiences in this house and that he and his family had recently moved into this house and was having some strange experiences. What kind I asked? He stated that he had placed their three month old child into a play pen in a side bedroom. When he entered the room some twenty minutes later to check on the baby, he found it crawling around on the floor outside of the pen. How could that happen I asked ? I don't know he responded. What should I do he asked ? MOVE I said. Move Now....


Submitted by Don Avery