**settles in for a long post**
I have tons to say.
I believe in ghosts. I grew up in a haunted house. (Even though I don't live there anymore, I'm going to write it as though I do, as it's less confusing for
me because that's what I'm used to) The house was about 100 years old when my parents bought it (4 years before I was born). And apparently the ghosts residing there didn't want my family there. The upper floor of the house was originally meant to be a seperate apartment. Most of the ghostly activity happened up there. We used it only for storage and one room as a game room, as there was no heat/AC up there.
When they first moved in, my older siblings were young (ages 0, 2, and 4), and so my mother kept the door to that stairwell bolted shut in case one of them decided to try to climb the stairs. A light upstairs was left on, but it didn't bother anyone. Rather than going up and turning it off, my mother just waited for it to burn out, the window to that room faced the street. And one day, my aunt came over and noticed that the light was off. But the next day it was back on again. And then off. It could have been faulty wiring, but it scared my mother, so she sent my father to go remove the bulb.
Later a pool table was added, and the game room was born. My father couldn't sleep one night, so he went upstairs to listen to music (8 Tracks... Rock the 80s! Anway...) He thought he heard something, so he turned off the music and listened. It sounded like a little kid calling "Daddy!" so he went downstairs, checked on his kids, but they were all sound asleep. He started to go back upstairs, but he heard it again. He checked the kids, they were still asleep. He went back to the stairs. He heard it again, and this time he could tell that it was coming from
upstairs. There were no kids up there.
My father worked nights, and often my mother stayed up waiting for him to get home. One night she was doing just that, but then decided to go back to her bedroom and get something. When she came back, the chair she had been sitting in was turned completely upside down.
My oldest sister was asleep one night when something suddenly woke her up. She opened her eyes and saw an old man wearing a hospital gown sitting on her bed with his ankles crossed. She screamed and he disappeared. She didn't even know what a hospital gown was, she described it to my mother as 'a funny white dress'. Later she saw a person in a hospital gown on TV and identified it as what the man was wearing.
My father and some friends were playing pool one evening, when one of his friend sustained a sudden cigarette burn on his arm. There were no lit cigarettes in the vicinity.
Everyone's seen The Sixth Sense and knows the thing about 'they don't know they're dead'. Well they don't, they really don't. Most of the ghostsly stuff happened before I was born or before I can remember (I like to think they eventually got used to us, or maybe we got used to them to the point of not noticing them so much) but this I
do remember.
Our ghosts played pool. That sounds so crazy. But we would be downstairs, and hear the unmistakable sounds of a game of pool happening above us, when no one was up there. We'd hear the balls hitting eachother, the sticks tapping the floor, footsteps circling the table, and often the balls hitting the floor and rolling across it (our pockets were made from woven leather straps, and sometimes balls slipped through).
I don't remember most of the stuff that happened, I just have stories told by my family. But growing up, the little things kept happening, hearing whispering voices, the feeling that you're not alone, feeling cold spots. Even so, I wouldn't go upstairs by myself until I was 12, and even then it was eerie.
All in all, my brother seems to be the more perceptive to ghosts than a lot of people.
**quotes from recent LJ entry**
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My brother must be really perceptive to ghostly encounters or something. He started telling me about seeing a ghost in his new apartment for the first time since he's moved there (he moved there in like... March?). He said he was in his bedroom getting ready for work, and he turned around... and saw a ghost standing in the hallway watching him. A guy wearing light blue.
Then we started talking about his other ghostly experiences.
In April, he came over, and he and mum and I were in the living room talking. He was standing in about the middle of the room, and he turned toward the back of the house. You can see straight through the dining room and into the kitchen. He saw a ghost standing in the dining room, just in front of the doorway to the kitchen. He told us, and continued talking. Then a few minutes later he saw it there again.
Right before he moved to his new apartment, he stayed with us for a couple of days. He was about to fall asleep one night, when he heard a little girl's voice saying "I always try to talk to people, but no one ever listens to me."
A couple of days before that, he went out of town with a friend. They were driving down the road, looking for their hotel, when Jeff saw someone crossing the road, right in front of them. He yelled 'Look out!' (his friend was driving). But there was no one there. It was a ghost.
A month or so before that, he was laying in bed, falling asleep, when suddenly he saw a bright circle of white light on his ceiling above his bed. He tried to move, but couldn't. He had no control over his body. It stopped suddenly and the light went away. He ran out of his room and ended up sleeping on the couch that night.
He's works for a Chinese restaurant. He normally works at one location, but on Sundays he works at the other store. Well. He's frequently spotted the ghost of an old Chinese man in a black suit watching him work, and even once heard 'Jeff..' being whispered. He thinks it's the ghost of the owner's dead husband.
The strange thing... is that the whole time we were talking about it all, I had this incredible urge to just start sobbing. I felt incredibly sad, and I don't know why. It was weird, like something was making me want to cry.
My brother has also been prone to frequent 'Old Hag attacks'. An Old Hag attack is when you wake up in the night, unable to breath, unable to move, with the feeling that something's sitting on your chest, holding you down. I've experienced it just twice. He's sometimes seen/heard things during Old Hag attacks. He's also ended up with unexplainable bruises and scratches afterward.
Moving pasts ghosts...
Ouija boards (Ouija is the combination of the French and German words for 'yes'). It's simply a board with letters and numbers on it, and you use a pointer (called a 'planchette') to point to the letters. Only, you're not the one moving it, your hands are on it, but it's moving itself and communicating with you.
You can buy the prefabricated ones (they
do sell them at toy stores, the glow in the dark ones are pretty cool). But you can just as easily make one. There's no 'power' in the board. The board is just used as a tool for the stuff that exists all around us. You can make one, just write letters and numbers, the words 'good-bye', 'yes', 'no', and 'ouija' on it, and make some sort of makeshift planchette, even with the boughten ones, the planchette gets misplaced easily. I've used bracelets, shot glasses, bits of cardboard, etc. as planchettes.
You shouldn't use one by yourself, and in my opinion, you should only use a Ouija board with people you trust not to move the planchette themselves. The spirit (or whatever you want to call the thing you're talking to) will have it's own personality. Sometimes the same one will keep coming back. I've run across some rather annoying ones. Sometimes they get angry, and move the planchette swiftly in circles, before jerking it across the word 'good-bye'. Typically when one points to 'ouija' it's saying 'ouija knows all' or in other words 'don't doubt me'.
My mother had some odd experiences with them in the late 60s. It told her that she would die at the age of 18 by being tied between 2 trees and ripped apart. That obviously didn't happen, but maybe it was symbolic (she got married when she was 18, perhaps it was symbolic of being torn between staying single, and getting married, she chose marraige, and thus gave up freedom, resulting in 'death'). She decided to write a letter to the spirit that she always talked to, she then took the letter and placed it on the porch of the most 'haunted' looking house in her neighbourhood. She came back to get it later, an 'Ouija knows all' was written across the bottom in unfamiliar handwriting.
One odd experience I had with it, I don't quite recall what exactly we were asking it, but it spelled out the name of a song. Within 5 minutes that song came on the radio. It freaked us all out.
Yea... A long post, but I've had my say.
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