When you ask someone about me, I’m sure they could give you enough information to fill a book. But, one of the things they may forget to mention, or not know at all is that I LOVE paranormal TV shows and scary movies. Now, if someone were to ask me if I believed in ghosts or demons, I would reply with uncertainty. I’m not entirely sure that ghosts or demons exist (though I am not sure, I am sure that if ghosts were real, demons would be too). Yet, when someone says they don’t believe in it at all, and that its total bullshit, I’m quick to advocate for the possibility of it. Especially people that I know are religious…because aren’t you praying to a ghost?
Jesus was a real person, I agree and understand that…but he died, right? I mean, my religious facts (oxymoron?) aren’t quite up to par with most church-goers, but he died. In a cave. And then rose again…right? Then floated off to live with God. Aren’t we waiting for the second coming? For him to live again? So technically, he’s a ghost. And you pray to him. And you believe he exists, so why is it so hard to believe that the spirit or energy from a non-magical being exists?
So although I don’t come right out and say, “Fuck yeah, bro. Ghosts are real as shit!” I do have some paranormal, or unexplained, happenings that have left me questioning alternate dimensions.
Yesterday, I was on my way to my best friend’s house to let her dog out and feed him. I cam prepared with a book to read outside with the dog because it was a beautiful day. I leave my purse and belongings on the table, hook the dog up to his lead, grab my book and sit outside with him. I go in get a glass of water after a few minutes, but the ice machine isn’t working. Straight glass of water it is. I let the dog in and sit in the living room with him for a few minutes so I could finish a few more chapters of my book. As I’m reading, I hear what sounds like someone walking in the hallway attached to the dining room. The dog gets up and stands at the doorway to the bathroom. The door is open, but no on is in there…the light isn’t even on. He’s just looking in the room, tilting his head from side to side, and his ears perking up every few seconds. He leaves after a few minutes and comes to lay by my feet. I think nothing of it and keep reading. After a few more words, I hear plates being moved out in the dining room. And I didn’t say “what sounded like plates being moved.” I’m a musician, I have keen ears and porcelain plates have a specific tone and ring to them. Plates were being moved. It was strange because initially I thought someone was home, but both of her parents were on a camping trip and she was at work while the dog was lying right next to me. The first time I heard it, it was just for a second. I ignore it, and again I hear plates being moved like someone was putting them away, or taking the out and placing them onto of one another. It was longer, more time passed during while the sound was occurring. I get up, and hear nothing. No sound and the dog hadn’t budged. He was laying on the floor and didn’t even pick up his head. I found this strange because I have often read that animals and babies can see spirits, and if anything were to alarm him, he would have gotten up and barked. I decided to leave, i put the dog back in his space in the house and locked the door and left. I told my friend about it and she suggested a loud bang, the wind, or the ice machine. But I know that sound. I know what plates sounded like. I offered her to stay at my place, but assured her that I would never spend the night at hers.
One of the paranormal encounters I experienced involved my own dreams, and what I think was astral projection. When I was younger, I had always remembered my dreams. They were extremely vivid and detailed, and I would remember all most all of them, who was there, what I felt, and what happened. Few times was I able to give information about real life places and occurrences that I had never been exposed to. The first one was when I was probably in my early double digits, and I had a dream about my sister’s best friend’s, aunt’s house. See, I had NEVER set foot in this house, knew where it was, never met her aunt, knew her name or anything. I had only met my sister’s best friend. But from that dream, I was able to tell her the color, size and where her house was located. What the backyard looked like, the porch, how many dogs and what kind they were, along with a pond and fountain she had. Still to this day, I can see it and describe it in detail.
The next time I had a dream like this was when my mother’s partner lost her father. I don’t remember how much time had passed between his death and the night my dream happened, but it was short. Maybe a few days. My mom and her partner were sleeping in my mother’s room. This room was on the first floor, directly below my room. On that night, I had a dream that I was in the ceiling of their room, looking down on them directly above the bed. And as I was there, I could see her partner’s father walk from the end of the bed, to the side her partner was sleeping on. He simply, stood there and watched. I’m sure it was his way of saying goodbye, and assuring that she would be ok. He never acknowledged me, but I could see him perfectly. No floating, not blurry. He was clear as day, but he was slightly glowing blue. I woke up the next morning and remembered exactly what happened and told my mom and her partner. My mom didn’t really say much, but her partner seemed to be affected.
The next, and last time I had one of these dreams was when I was in High School. I was becoming friends, and possible lover, with a boy in my English class. We had been hanging out for a while, and one night I had a dream about his mother. I had never met her, but I knew that she once had cancer. That’s about it. We were sitting in a car, being driven from school and I told him about how I dreamt of his mother. Her long brown hair, tiny stature, but I could not, for the life of me, remember the color of her eyes. As I told him about the physical features of his own mother, he told me that his mother was one of those people who’s eye color changed with their mood or weather, or whatever colors they were wearing. I guess that’s why I couldn’t remember the color of her eyes, because they were constantly changing. And if you’re wondering, he is now one of my best friends and dates scummy girls.
While the Children are Sleeping
One of the earliest experiences I had was on one of the many nights I spent at my grandparent’s house. Their house was an old, colonial 3 story with basement and attic. It was also the place my great grandmother, or gigi, passed away. Creepily enough, the pull out couch we (my sister and I) were sleeping in, was the couch and room that my gigi passed away in. So it was bound to happen, that I experience her that night. I remember lying in the bed on the side away from the wall. My sister was sound asleep next to me under the same blanket I was. I was asleep, but remember being woken up by a pressure on the empty bed space next to me, and the blankets being pulled up over my shoulders. I looked around a bit in a dazed mind. I saw nothing, but I wasn’t scared…at all, actually. I was calmed, and now warm from the blanket. So as I told my family about the happenings of the night before, it was brought up that it could possibly be the spirit of my great grandmother assuring me a safe and warm sleep. I am still comforted by that experience, many years later.