posted on May, 9 2004 @ 03:45 AM
When I was younger, it was bad--a ghostie who liked to watch me get upset at nogit--I learned to ignore it.
Highly empathic--have to ignore it. I go places where these type of fear-things are.
Laurel Valley: back of graveyard. Something REALLY doesn't want to be disturbed. Not comfortable with it at night. Multiple people felt.
Nicholls University: the park by the bayou: something keeps giving the mental image of jumping out pf the water, pulling you off the dock, and
draggin you in--more than one person felt this sucker. Only happens when a RANDOM FOG rolls in the area--lasts about an hour. One person described
it as a SEA TROLL--which was weird b/c we were still a bit too far form the sea. Felt the bugger, one time, about an 8th of a mile off, b/c I was
focused on the area--was on my way out there to sit by the fountain. Normally, it has water sprites, but they wanted away from this thing.
Devil's Swamp Road--someone else was freaking out, but all I felt was anxiety. The part of me that likes destruction wants to meet what was there,
but I'm not stupid enough to go on my own and most who woulld go are scary in the first place. Upsets most people whom I've been around it with
even during the day.
A graveyard in downtown HOUMA, LA. I go here to perform songs at the cathedral, and have walked the graveyard often, but went once with someone who
talks to deamons--the idiot--something there did not like him and my anxiety only went up the closer I was to him. The wind had picked up out of
nowhere and was whistling through the graves--graves abouve-ground here b/c when it floods, those buried don't stay buried. Sometimes the
above-ground grave sloat off in bad weather. As soon as we left, the wind died down to almost nothing, just like it was the whole earlier part of the
Early on, when I first allowed myself to feel them--childhood had scared me enough to not want to and wouldn't--at about the age of 21, ALL such
creatures freaked me out and I'd feel that terror no matter what I did. My "guardian angel" which directs my speech with friends--the reason that
I'm seen as a good counselor to them--accompanied by the feeling that I'm not speaking alone. It would freak m out, but I now ignore it to the
point where I don't think I've seen it in about six months.
There's more, but I can't remember it right now...
Most of the abouve was a thingy's reaction to something that one of m firendswas being stupid about.