posted on Jun, 27 2005 @ 04:38 AM
Not everyone is capable of seeing ghosts. You have to be psychically open. I am such a person.
It has been 27 years since I became aware of an unseen presence. This happened shortly after buying a home back in 1978. This first and most
frightening experience opened my perception from then on.
One night, when roused from a sound sleep, I saw an old women leaning over me. I was terrified and as I screamed, she literally dematerialized. My
stunned husband searched the entire house including the attic and basement. Finding nothing, he searched our yard and the length of our block.
After that, "other worldly" visitors made their presence known by less traumatic means.
During the next 17 years, ghostly "pranks" became common place in my home. My TV turned on and off by itself. When I played music, the volume would
go up or down according to "the others" whim. Some people tried to explain these oddities scientifically, suggesting magnetic interference.
But how do dismiss water going on full blast without being touched? More insidious, was the time darts flew past my sons head to the board he was
playing on. I don't remember who scored highest
After several years these occurrences became customary. But with the emergence of new ghostly pranks, I became increasingly annoying.
Now my other worldly antagonist, dare I say poltergeist, engaged in his version of "Hide and Seek." Of course he did all the hiding and I was forced
to seek. He hid my car keys, my jewelry, nick knack's and any other small item he fancied. It drove me absolutely crazy!
I'd might find my keys for instance, down in the cupboard with my pots and pans. Missing condiments were once found days later under my bed. But the
most bizarre incident was when I found a missing ring inside a container of cottage cheese.
In time, my family, accepted the presence of our ghostly roommate, and carried on as usual. I frequently addressed 'him' and when provoked, didn't
hesitate to tell him off.
In 1995, after a bitter divorce, the court forced me to sell the house. Since then I've remarried, and lived in three different places. Well, I've
got to tell you, either my "buddy" hitched a ride with me, or I've got new company. But there's more. "Casper's" car pooling with me to work
these days too.
To my relief, I haven't seen an other physical manifestation since that night years ago. Although he may be working up to it. you see he talks to me
now, mostly at work, sometimes while I'm driving. Not much of a conversationalist, he whispers only two or three words at a time. Recently, when
three of my coworkers admitted hearing voices, I was blown away! It seems being part of the family isn't enough for him anymore. Now he's
fraternizing in my social circle. What's next? Maybe he'd like to go clubbing!