Friday, January 04, 2019

Haunting of Hill House, or (Don't) Want to Believe


There's this great line in Jeff Kripal's 2011 pop culture opus. Mutants & Mystics. It goes something like, "If the motto of The X-Files was: "I Want to Believe," the motto of John Keel was: "Don't."

As time goes on I appreciate the deep wisdom that John Keel dispensed more and more, and have come to see the man as a genuine prophet.



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So anyway, my wife and I recently watched The Haunting of Hill House, the not-even-remotely-based on the Shirley Jackson novel Netflix show. The book has been loosely-adapted twice before in 1963 and 1999.† 

I can't say it was Requiem-worthy, or even Glitch-worthy, but it certainly did command our attention, despite the two of us finding most of the characters extraordinarily hateful and generally loathsome.
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There were some other off-notes in the series (such as some 70s-vintage tokenism masquerading as diversity, which is undoubtedly the fault of the studio and/or Netflix clownsocks) but otherwise it's an incredibly tightly-written, ingeniously-constructed tour de force that makes use of the limited series format in a way I haven't seen before. 

We'd previously binged Maniac and had some jolly good fun with that series (even if I wished there was more Julia Garner in it-- you do know I love my diminutive redheads) but I can't say it really moved into my head all that much. 

I'm the first to admit I'm a tough audience, having consumed such obscene amounts of pop culture over my half-century, but going into Hill House knowing next to nothing about it got some mental-juice flowing.

Especially on account of me having, y'know, kind of lived it. 
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Yeah, so if you've been reading this blog for a long time you'll know I've had a lot of personal experience with the paranormal, which is probably why so much of my life has been so crappy (or maybe it's the other way around). At least John Keel would think so.

And not just back in the pre-cellphone days when I was a wee wane and we were all essentially superstitious cave-dwellers in earth-toned polyester.

I really, really can't go into any detail on this but there was what some might call a haunting episode experienced and witnessed by a number of different people (including myself) just two years back.

I guess some might call it classic poltergeist stuff-- things falling from walls and shelves of their own accord, phones and lights being fucked with, etc etc-- but only if they didn't know the back-story. 


I'm not even remotely trying to prove anything here because it was an absolute fucking nightmare, like a never - ending episode of Supernatural circa Season Five

I wish--like you can't even fucking imagine-- that it never happened.* Given the timing, it's safe to say a lot of the shit I'd been blogging about in real-time here feels like a string of omens in hindsight.
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A miserable, horrible, depressing string of omens. My wife said it best during this spectral shitshow: "Everything is terrible now."

So to all those people who have been complaining (particularly on Facebook) that my outlook has gotten considerably darker over the past couple of years, well, now you know why.

Well, part of the reason, at least


SO YEAH, GHOSTS ARE REAL

It's not even worth arguing about for me. Ghosts are real, they're not fun, and if you come into contact with a ghost, I believe it usually only means one of three things: something really bad happened, something really bad is happening or something really bad will happen soon.

Either to you or to someone you care very deeply about.


And as much as I hate to say it, the same is probably true of UFO sightings as well.

And if you don't think ghosts or poltergeists are real? Well, then I am very, very happy for you. Plus, envious.

If you're truly OGSS then you'll remember that I lived Haunting of Hill House. Specifically, in the house my father rented on Oak Street in Cohasset in the mid-70s. As I wrote in "My Favorite Nightmares":
One of my very worst nightmares occurred in a house that otherwise responsible and rational people believed to be haunted. So much so that a spirit medium was called in to "cleanse" the house. A family friend spent the night and mistook the entity for another houseguest, only to find out the next morning that no such person existed. 
Weirder still, when she returned to her own house, it was crawling with snakes (highly unusual, if not unheard of, for the beachfront neighborhood she lived in). That story stuck with me, believe it. 
I never saw or sensed anything there, at least not consciously. But according to the medium, it was a protective spirit.
With the benefit of hindsight though, I remembered since that I had some other fucking horrible nightmares in that house, like literal piss-the-bed nightmares there. From the post again:
Hole in the Wall: I'm 7 or 8 (I had this nightmare in the haunted house but it took place in Braintree). My sister and I had switched rooms for some reason. I'm in her room, and we're playing with giant Disneyland-type cartoon characters. We're very happy, but it's time for me to go to bed. 
I open the door to my room, but there's a man standing there in the dark. I knock on my mother's door and open it and stand by the hole my father punched in the bedroom wall before he left. 
But the lightning is flashing in her room, and she screams at me when I tell her there's someone in my room. I can't hear her over the sound of the storm. Suddenly a hand comes out of the hole in the wall and grabs my arm.
Now let me just say that there's a perfectly reasonable explanation for my nightmares back then, that being a lot of really bad shit had gone down (and would go down as well; the Ghost Year ended with that boy's shooting death that OG Sunners will also remember).

But even so, that particular bedpisser pretty much set the gold standard. I don't remember the other ones precisely and don't care to, now that you mentioned it. Thanks for asking.  




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Now, I didn't intend to make this an episode of True Confessions and there is a whole lot of stuff I want to talk about in this series, but I just want to get this shit out of my system first.
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I'll split the rest of it into a second part so we can really dig into the meat of this extraordinary work, because I think there're a lot of interesting themes that people aren't doing like we could do them here on the Sun.
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That being said, there was one particular scene in Hill House that really messed with my fragile brains. It's #7 on the video so if you watched the series you know what I'm referring to. And if you haven't you can skip it this bit.

The scene messed with my brains because it was all-too-reminiscent of my very worst-ever nightmare, a nightmare that was unlike all the others in that it seemed to take place in the real world as I knew it and not some dreamlike variation thereto.

As I remember it, it took place in real time and was predicated on a mundanely-realistic premise. Namely, my mother leaving me at home by myself while she ran down to Capitol Market for bread and milk before they closed.
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From 2011:
Knock, Knock: This was the worst of them all, because it was the most plausible. It's 9 o'clock at night. My mother tells me she has to run down to Weymouth Landing to the store. I ask here to take me with her, because I'm afraid to be home alone. She gets irritated and tells me she won't be long. She leaves and I sit in the kitchen alone. 
Then a knock comes at the back door but I don't see anyone there. I'm scared shitless. It comes again. I sit there terrified. Again. And then it stops. 
Then all at once all of the doors and drawers in the house begin opening and closing by themselves, violently and rapidly. 
Comment: This one never fails to put goosebumps on my forearms, since I'm only 99.9% convinced it didn't actually happen, and I can't remember in the context of waking up in terror like the rest of them.
Now, let me just say that there's a possible real-world inspiration--a very compelling one, in fact-- for this nightmare, something else I really don't want to talk about here. I'm not being a tease-douche, I'm just offering alternatives.

Even so, that one fucked me up for a long time and seeing a kind of variation of it in Hill House wasn't really exactly my favorite television viewing experience ever.


I'VE SHOWN YOU MINE, NOW SHOW ME YOURS......
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I grew up in a milieu in which ghost stories were not only taken seriously, they were regarded with a type of reverence. I think it a lot of it was the history of the place itself and a lot of it was the population being drawn from cultures who never really got that stuff raped out of them by the missionaries back in the Middle Ages.
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But I'm always interested in hearing first-person ghost stories, even second-person. People don't really talk about them anymore, probably because most people have been conditioned to believe that ghosts never existed in the first place, or that now that we're all protected from such things thanks to the blessing of smartphones, that ghosts don't bother us anymore.

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If only.

Any stories you have that may have made the news or some such similar documentation are especially appreciated, though not required. If these experiences were traumatizing it might do you some good to talk about them with like-minded folk.

In the next post, we'll dig into the series itself. Like I said, there are a lot of themes that I want to explore that I'm not seeing explored elsewhere, especially the heavy Twin Peaks and X-Files influences here.

By the way, you do realize they're all dead and trapped in the Red Room in the end, right? 


TO BE CONTINUED


† Because of course, the first adaption, The Haunting, was first released four days before a certain you-know-whom's birthday...
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This post was written when all that horror finally calmed down.

107 comments:

  1. Crap, I think I could write a book, going back, wayyyy back to early childhood when I'd wake up screaming and my parents couldn't stop it, and could only stand there staring at me until the screaming stopped. It's way past bedtime, but I might write back tomorrow with some stuff. It might be long tough, and that would be the edited version.

    P.S. I watched Hill House when it first came out and loved it.

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  2. I don't have any ghost stories to share, I'm not that involved in paranormal activities (yet).

    This said, maybe I should mention that this past December I seem to have been followed by Chinese lanterns. I encountered a lot of them, and they aren't the sort of thing I normally come across. The first one was when I checked in the library a book about UFOs in Great Britain. It was helpfully organised by area, and logically I checked if there were any good sightings in the area where I live. The answer was: definitely not. The only one they had was a report that a helicopter had encountered a small UFO, and when I checked up on that, it turned out they had found out it was just a Chinese lantern.

    The next thing, I went to see "Mortal engines", a movie I had heard nothing about, but I decided to come to watch it the previous time I went to the cinema, when I saw the poster and decided it looked terrifically cool and I must see it. The movie is pure steampunk joy, London is a moving city that runs on giant tracks. The only point I found fault with the movie is that in it, the Southies are really bad... and me, living South of London, didn't like that much. Anyway, the Southies look like a collection of Chinese lanterns... or that's how it looked to me at the time, it was a very short scene.

    The next thing, my friend that always knows all sorts of juicy gossip tells me rumors that British Airways will have to relocate their main offices to Madrid because of Brexit. And when I check my emails, my mum tells me the exact same rumor, from the Spanish side of the rumor mill. So I go check British Airways in the news. No mainstream media were reporting it, so maybe it isn't true... but they were reporting that a British Airways plane almost hit a Chinese lantern, and moaning about airspace becoming more dangerous. This was the day before all hell broke loose with the drones at Gatwick, so they had a good point.

    Next thing, I went to see the Burning of the Clocks, a local celebration of winter solstice, and as I well knew from previous times, it was a fest of Chinese lanterns.

    And for the final touch, when I met my friend who does Vedic mathematics (doesn't everybody have a friend into Vedic mathematics?), he wanted to tell me about a Chinese method of calculating the volume of a sphere... based on a Chinese lantern, how else?

    Something tells me the Universe wants me to pay attention to Chinese lanterns in the future.

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  3. The podcast we're developing ("Our Cool and Unusual Universe") will feature guests telling their ghosts stories and encounters with the paranormal or supernatural fueled from our own. I hope you don't mind if I use the comment section here to mine a few potential guests. If anyone is interested they can contact me (Ginny) and my husband, Chad, at ourcoolandunusualuniverse@gmail.com
    I'll probably change my comment account over to that soon. I plan on telling a teaser ghost story but I'm pressed for time atm. I will shortly.

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  4. Troubled childhood, paranormal phenomena, nightmares, dreams that may not be dreams.. you're not alone. Like the first anon said, i could write a book, but it's a bit late for me too. One thing i will mention now though is that due to my current Dark Night Of The Soul (the passive night (the second one, the terrible one)) i am back at my late grandmother's house which surely was, and probably still is, haunted. I also suspect my bloodline is haunted. Nightmares are a common theme in my family, especially (but not exclusively) among the women.

    I have to gather my thoughts but i have MUCH to say on this.

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    1. Dear dan, vibes from the uniwhatsit shot through me to you with friendly thanks for your presence.

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    2. I grew up in a ghost town in the UP of Michigan and I have been plenty afraid in heavy old buildings although my fearful wisps of memory are more like half dreams peeped at from under covers.

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    3. That is interesting that you say your bloodline maybe haunted. Could you direct me to any sources about this or give some advice yourself? My family may fit well within this term as well.

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    4. Thanks Delorus. This Dark Night will end eventually, or so said St John of the Cross, and imparting that knowledge was the reason he wrote. After this Purgatory is the reward of Grace (Nirvana in Buddhist parlance), which was the day i had experienced between these dark nights. It's worth it if i ever get there again. It's like tripping, only you don't need to ingest anything. I can't imagine it getting any worse though (well, technically i can.) I am still alive, and so are my cats (though i lost one last month) and that's what matters most. I can endure anything otherwise. I have had friends call me a cockroach, as in "what survives a nuclear holocaust."

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    5. @Mooncub: Start with John Keel. During his investigations, he noted the interrelatedness of most paranormal and occult phenomena. People who see ufos often have poltergeist experiences, and sometimes experience synchronicities after a sighting. Some of those people tend to have psychic sensitivities, and all this seems to run in families. An interesting thing that Keel noticed in his investigations was that many of the people he interviewed often bore a resemblance to one another, even though they were spread over wide geographical distances. He thought it might be a fruitful area of research to see if these people were related. One feature he mentioned was the high cheekbones, notable to me because i have those famed Indian cheekbones. I am not sure of his methodology, but he also did an analysis of experiencers, and one of his findings was that the American Indians and Irish had the highest percentage of experiencers.

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    6. I have a few stories from the house where i currently reside, but they are not my own, coming from my mother and grandmother. Now in my family we tend to be pretty skeptical, but perhaps paradoxically we always accepted the existence of the paranormal. I don't know if there is some cultural aspect to that, but our family was really centered around my grandmother who was born and raised in a very small southern town (she was literally born in Valhalla, which has much significance to me, the Faustian/Odinic archetype being particularly strong in me.) Bonus X-Files sync, Spartanburg is the nearest railroad station.

      We tend though not to be automatic believers, and definitely don't interpret every strange sound to be a ghost, and often dismiss things unless compelling. That said: when my grandmother first moved in 60-odd years ago there was definitely something here. My gram would hear footsteps that used to follow her out of the back bedroom. A detail she didn't mention to her children but told me in her later years was that it was distinctively a woman in high heels. One day it finally got to her and she turned around and yelled at it, saying something like "get out, this is my house now." Apparently it did.

      Or maybe not. I used to stay in that room when i used to take care of her. She didn't tell me this for a while because i slept there, but she eventually did tell me about her experiencing sleep paralysis in that room. She was unaware of the phenomena except her experience of it. Being familiar with it (having experienced it myself once, but not there) i immidiately asked if she saw something standing over her. She didn't (and neither did i.)

      The last of my grandmother's stories was from after my grandfather's death. She used to hear his footsteps in his room, walking from one end to the other, from his desk to his bureau. My mother told me that when she visited once, my grandmother shushed her when she heard it, and they both heard it. That same day they both heard a cat (which my gram had also heard before.) That one my gram didn't mention to my mother before my mother heard it. That was one of the rare times when my grandmother didn't have any animals.

      More to come.

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    7. This one may be more about my grandmother than the house. The house used to be struck often by lightning (or something like it.) This is a row house in the middle of the city (now a ghetto) and it is grounded, which was checked multiple times. During storms it would come in the front door and go out the back door, if it didn't hit some sort of electronic device, like the doorbell, which was burnt out. Once, it didn't hit my mother, but flipped her over and shocked her, and she was unresponsive, though ultimately ok. My mother is to this day afraid of storms, and won't use the phone or get a bath during one. It only happened once during my lifetime, but i still remember when i was young having to follow standard lightning protocol, unplugging electronics and staying against the walls (that's where the couches were anyway.) My grandmother had a friend who was over once (and there was some paranormal strangeness about him) when this happened. He was in its path when it came in. It went around him, and continued on its way. It apparently stopped after my mother and her siblings moved out. The one time it occured during my lifetime my cousins were living here, which makes me think it was my grandmother under stress. Lightning played a role in another incident in her life that i will not get into. Ah, and her birthday, June 24...

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    8. A few more about my house before i get into my own experiences.

      My mother only peripherally experienced this. She was in her room when her brothers and some friends were heading to their room, the attic, which is currently my room. There is a small hallway branching off the main one leading to the staircase. At the entrance to this sub-hallway is a switch that turns on the power to the attic. My mother heard them talking and when they reached that point suddenly got real quiet. They heard the sounds of music and other sounds like a party. They listened for a minute, and then hit the switch to turn the power on, and it suddenly stopped.

      In another incident, my mother woke up to her bed shaking violently, bouncing up and down. She was frozen until it was over. Noone else heard anything, and her sister was undisturbed.

      This one is more recent. She once heard the door open followed by a pause, then heard my voice call up the stairs saying "mom." This is what i would do if i did not find her downstairs, and the pause between the door and the call was properly timed. She called back but didn't get a reply. Once she determined i wasn't there she went to call me. At that exact instant i went to call her and picked up the phone and she was already on it, neither of us heard a ring.

      There's more, including some strange EVPs she picked up, but i'll leave it there for now and move onto my own experiences.

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    9. Late one night when i was about 18 i was coming home. I saw a shady group of people who were hanging around and started to stir when they saw me (i grew up in some rough places.) To dodge them i cut down a street to a graveyard. Once in i felt pretty safe. I was going down the main street when i saw a flickering light, like a candle. I ducked down to see if i could spot any silluette (sp?). I saw none and continued on, thinking it was something left behind. I kept moving in its direction, and wasn't worried. As i got closer i noticed it was red and ball-like. I remembered a red fishbowl like object that my parents had for candles. I assumed that's what it was. On i went until i got close enough to see it more clearly. It was at a crossroad, in front of a tree at one corner, floating about 2-3 feet off of the ground. I was a little freaked at this point. I thought about crossing across the graves but decided weaving around them was too much of a hassle. So i moved to the other side of the road and kept getting closer. It stayed in sight, but i tried to pretend it wasn't there. Eventually i got to the crossroad and turned. I went about 10 feet and worked up the nerve to look back, but it was gone. I forgot about it for some years after that.

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    10. I have more "ghost" stories. Tomorrow. I'll end this "day" with my own dream-that-may-not-be-a-dream.

      I was in my last home before my banishment. I remember going to the window, and looking out and above. I saw a gigantic UFO. No particular shape, but that would be because of its size. It was not very high up, and i could see a lot of details, it was not smooth. Many things protruded, reminiscent of a borg cube. I remember thinking "there is no way to deny this" or "anyone can deny this."

      Now, this sat in my mind for a while, but was very liminal. I was not fully conscious of it, but it.. felt true, like a memory, and i didn't doubt it. I "remembered" it. It sat on the border of my conscious for a long time, yet at the same time it was clear as day. It stayed that way for a long time, until one day i became.. fully conscious of it. It's hard to describe, and i have never before or since felt anything like this. I've had vivid dreams, but knew them to be dreams, and my memory is exceptionally good in many respects, but i've never remembered anything so vividly either. This was somehow different. When i became "fully conscious" of it, i started to doubt it. Not that it seemed like it didn't happen, but my rational skeptic side said "that can't be true... can it?" I still don't know what to make of it. Did it happen? I don't honestly know.

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    11. Oh, and there is rather unsettling fact i forgot to mention. A couple years ago some of the wallpaper started to peel in this house. Under this wallpaper which was there before my family moved in over six decades ago was a fairly detailed drawing of child crying, with another head over the shoulder that may also be crying, but at least appears sad (frowning.) The drawing is over well over a foot. Disturbing to say the least.

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    12. Most of my personal experiences took place in the forest. I read somewhere that Philly has the largest NATURAL parks of any city in the country. There is a full range of wildlife, except that the largest predators are coyote. I have even seen a beaver. I have spent a great deal of time there, including at night and am familiar with most of the sounds. Some can be unusual, lots of things cry and shriek, and i have heard the results of hunting, including death cries. But there are a few things that stood out.

      The first i have heard only during the "dead of night", in the middle of the night when there is absolute silence. It is deafening most of the night until around 3AM or thereabouts, then silent for a while before the morning birds start to be heard. (This has been disrupted and there have been massive die-offs, which others have noted in other places, and i have noticed here in the past 5-6 years, but that is another story.)

      The first time i heard it chilled me. It sounds like a woman screaming in absolute terror. I have grown up around some fucked up shit, but never heard anything like this. I have, as i mentioned heard death-cries, and some birds can make some shrieking sounds that can be interpreted as a human screaming, but this was different. For a moment i assumed a woman was being attacked or murdered, and was ready to try and do something, even though it was unlikely i could do anything. Then i heard it again on the other side. I knew nothing but maybe a bird could have moved that distance in that time. So that is what i assumed it was, a bird with a very strange call. And for years that's what i thought it was. Theoretically that may be what it is, but... So i heard is a number of times over the years, almost always in the same area of the forest, and thought nothing more of it. Until one night...

      I was in that same area at the right time and heard it again. Thought nothing of it. I was in a good mood and am comfortable in the woods at night. Nay, i feel SAFE out there. Humans scare me, but nothing else. Then i heard the call a second time, thought nothing of it. Then a third time, and... i don't know how to describe it except i suddenly felt vulnerable, as if i had been wearing armor which had then shattered. I still was not afraid, but.. vulnerable, exposed. I still have no good way to describe it other than that. It is only for that reason i revisited my earlier hypothesis of it being a bird. If anyone knows of a bird that fits that description, let me know. Still, even if it is a bird, there may still be a supernatural aspect to it. After all, animals act as messengers for "the gods", so...

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    13. Again, i was in the woods at night. The paths i walk are rarely used by humans during the day, and i may very well be the only person that walks them at night. They are not very easy paths even during the day. I was walking one of these paths one night. I crossed the creek and started to make my way back. Then i heard what sounded like a man screaming. Not just vaguely, it sounded like it could have been a friend of mine, or someone with his build (slight). I heard it twice, and it seemed to be coming from an area where i had just been 15 minutes ago. Over the years i have rarely seen other people, but only near the easily accessable paths made of asphalt, and as i said some of these paths are rarely used during the day except by deer..

      Another time i was walking that same path and came across a muddy part. I started to break up some sticks and lay them across (walking on the mud can cause lasting damage to the soil, but i have found that this prevents this.) Then about 10 feet behind me i heard the sound of a stick breaking. It sounded much larger that anything i myself could break. I went back any could find no trace of anything broken. I wonder if it was some spirit trying to communicate by repeating a 'call' it heard. I waited and listened but nothing. I went back to breaking some sticks up for the path and listened some more. Nothing. So i shrugged my shoulders (metaphorically) and moved on.

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    14. Another time out alone in the woods at night, wandering. I was near a park area near the remnants of an old mill. Some of the first industries in the country used to be here, they were purposefully destroyed around the turn of the 20th century to make this park. I was a short distance from "King's Highway", an old game trail turned Indian trade route turned colonial road turned modern city avenue. The bridge across the creek there is the oldest standing bridge in the country.

      I climbed on top of a gigantic boulder or outcrop by the mill remnants. It was there i was overcome with a feeling of emptiness and absolute despair. Now, i am quite experienced with feelings of this sort, having suffered from depression for most of my life. I have been suicidally depressed for much of my later childhood through my 20s, and once when i was 17 actually attempted it. I say this because what overcame me was worse than anything i had felt before. When this happened i had ceased to be suicidal, and it didn't make me feel that way, but it was INTENSE. I suddenly felt more despair than i ever had, and that's saying much.

      I saw this stuffed elephant caught in some branches nearby and fetched it. It had been there long enough i knew no one was coming back to retrieve it. It became my "only friend". I carried it around the rest of the time i was out there. I still have it in fact, as a memento of that strange experience. I was on the verge of tears and felt so hopeless and lost. Overwhelming DESPAIR. I don't remember how it ended, but i am sure that when i got home, my cats would have ended that sense of loneliness.

      (The one cat was the reason i didn't kill myself years ago. He saw me through my darkest times, and only left me when i could stand on my own, which was actually the beginning of my second Dark Night Of The Soul that i am currently still enduring. Between those two nights was the brightest day. I was no longer an atheist after "seeing the light" and i know in my heart i will see him again, my brother and best friend. I understand how Sam felt in LOTR, i would have walked into hell with him. I have had many cats since, but he was different somehow. He was a domestic longhair, and he looked like a lion.)

      Back to the experience, i imagine that is what some children caught up in MK, or our ruler's 'amusements' and trafficking must feel like. In the lore there are entities that feed on it, and i wonder if i encountered one, who like a spider, injected me with a psychic venom to turn me into a food source.

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    15. Spending time alone at night in the woods interestingly is what ended my first Dark Night Of The Soul, because i was alone to face my demons, and there is nothing like being lost in the dark in the woods to make you face them straight on. Most people are afraid of the dark because they are afraid of being alone with themselves. This is important because after my Dark Night was the day, when i ceased to be afraid, and gained a 'faith' that allows me to look on the evil of this world without blinking. Gods, the nightmare this world has become would have driven me absolutely mad without it! This affected how i responded to some of my other strange experiences.

      This one is actually a daylight one. Some of my most interesting ones occurred in the brightest day. I was wandering the forest once again, living out my Wanderer archetype, off any path, when i got the urge to turn to the right. I found a slightly enclosed area with some bones on the ground. At first i thought it was some place where some animal had carried its kill. Upon closer examination i noticed that the bones were arranged. I forget how exactly (though i have pictures) except that there were 3 of them and i remember two were in a cross. There was a carpet, and the leaves showed it had been there for a quite a while, but the bones were above them showing it had been in use for a while, and not too long ago (it was late autumn and the bones should have been covered.) I found older bones scattered all around. I suspected something nefarious, and sat on a log, closed my eyes, and prayed (for only the third time ever.) When i closed my eyes i felt instantly calm and at peace. In my mind i said "Oh Great Spirit, giver of Light and Life, cleanse this place, and free any spirits [in my mind i was thinking of innocent souls] trapped" and BANG! I felt something like a sledgehammer hit the log i was sitting on, as close as it could without touching me. I was unconcerned. I knew nothing could touch me. I calmly came out of the meditative state i was in and slowly opened my eyes. I knew nobody could have snuck up on me because if the dry leaves, so at no point did i expect to see anything. But when i opened my eyes my body jerked, startled. Not because i saw anything but because i DIDN'T. Something deep in my cerebellum expected there to be something to cause the effect, and the lack of anything made me jump. I kicked the log to see how sturdy it was, and it would have to take a lot of force to do that. Then i got angry. I sat back down and completed my prayer. I then left.

      A side note on this is that whoever set up that site knew the forest and its natural patterns. It's not easy to cover up things, and i have found things because people have tried to hide them. Once i found where some poachers had tried to cover up blood on the ground. It was because of their attempt to hide it that i found it, it drew my attention. If they had left it be, it wouldn't have stood out so much. The poachers were obviously not forest people. Magic man was.

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    16. This is my last nighttime experience. I was by the creek and had a fire going. It was in a hole so as not to be conspicuous. I went to smoke some weed but dropped my bud. When i found it a cricket was sitting on it. I said "sorry brother" and gently took it from him (i have always been pretty extreme about not hurting anything.) That was when i noticed two blue lights behind me, about 8 feet off the ground, one slightly lower than the other. My first thought was that someone had snuck up on me, otherwise i honestly would not be worried. I grabbed my bag, and actually dove towards them to grab my staff and ran up an escape path (i always have an escape path.) It would be difficult for anyone to follow me unless they know the forest as well as i do, and if they did i would know. I stashed my bag and went around to get behind them, since they would have to return the way they came. I encountered no one. That is when i started to think about it and realized that when i dove for my staff i would have seen SOMETHING were it humans, i would been right at their feet. A short while later i saw a blue light across the creek. There is an asphalt path on that side and it goes up to the edge of the creek right across from where i was, giving me a clear view. It appeared to be moving down that path. As it got closer it actually got less bright. At its closest it looked to be a region of blue light floating at least 3 feet off the ground, and maybe 1+1/2 feet high. It continued on its leisurely pace until it was out if sight. I waited a while and nothing else occured. I smoked my weed, and stayed there for a few more hours hoping for something more, but alas, nothing.

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    17. This one is one of the strangest experiences i have ever had, and probably THE strangest. Once again it is daylight. I was in the woods near my home. You can actually see houses a short distance away. I was by a shallow gully, and sat down, intending to smoke some weed (some of the strangest occur BEFORE i imbibe mind altering substances.) I sat down on at the edge of the gully by an oak tree, in a beech/oak stand (important because it was a clearing with no brush to obstruct my view.) As soon as i sat down i heard a loud bang, like a large piece of machinery striking the ground. I felt it with my bare feet. I got up and went up the hill to see. There are some tracks nearby and a clear view of civilization beyond. I expected to see some construction but saw nothing. I went back and sat down like before. The same thing happened. I just sat there this time. Then all hell broke loose. I started to hear all sorts of sound all around me. Because this was during my "bright day of the soul" i was unconcerned. There were 3 sounds particularly that repeated, but many others as well. One was a thumping on the ground behind me, another was a crashing in the brush as if a deer across the gully (that one was out of sight, but repeated precisely), and the third was a banging on the tree next to me, 3-4 feet off the ground. I kept trying to rationalize it. I thought maybe the thumping was a mole fight, but that didn't explain the banging on the tree next to me. My thoughts continued on in that vein. As one point i did get worried thinking i might be being shot at but dismissed that (i have heard gunshots, and some have been awfully close.) I turned around and watched the spot where i was hearing the thumping, hearing it but seeing nothing. It went on for maybe 20 minutes before fading away.

      Years later i saw a documentary about elephants, and they featured a sanctuary for former work elephants. The director there taught them to use instruments and let them make whatever music they liked. They seemed to enjoy themselves. The type of music they made reminded me of the patterns of sound i heard that day. Not quite the type of music humans would make, but pleasant. Forest music.

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  5. No.2 with a top hat instead of a bowler though...
    Fever dream when i was 13 but i was getting a drink in the kitchen so i must've been sleep walking or something.

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  6. Chris,

    I never lived in a haunted house, but...

    In 1973 or so my parents were involved in a bad haunting in North Quincy. A close friend of my Dad bought a house on Henry Street (not saying the number) and moved his family in. Ordinary house, ordinary street, no history of weirdness with the family. Soon enough the place explodes in paranormal activity. Poltergeist stuff? Yes, and they had a teenage daughter so check that off the list. Voices were heard, clothes on the line in the back yard were seen to whip around in dead calm, and so forth.

    Eventually it is determined that the spirit of an old woman who once lived there still lingered and was not too happy with their presence. The daughter claimed to have seen her on the stairs, others as well.

    Next thing you know, my parents are spending an evening with the owner and his wife (kids sent somewhere else for a sleepover) and none other than Ed and Lorraine Warren, who brought one of their psychic pals with them. This woman confirms the presence of the haunting spirit. Then - you'll love this - my Dad goes to use the bathroom and runs into the ghost in the hall, but mistakes her for his pal's mother. When he returns to the group and asks for her, well, you can imagine.

    Shortly after the family moved following an incident where the ghost appeared on an audio tape. I don't know what she said, but it was enough. The ghost did not follow them to wherever they moved and as far as I know there was no further trouble with the house.

    Again this was the early 70s (what a time!) and I was a young child. But, I remember.

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  7. Like you Chris, I also had similar experiences as a kid and even more recently has an adult raising my children in what can be called a haunted house over looking the pacific ocean with a million dollar "killer view." Let's just say that home changed us forever and almost consumed us and especially my two young children.

    I have been writing and talking about my experiences for the last couple years coining the term "parasitic demonic fungi" as a bridge from the old religious world and the new science. I even started a mold company here in San Diego and man, I see possessed people and haunted homes all the time. The stories I have could make for a real life paranormal show like never before.

    Your synchronistic work and writing is one of my favorites when it comes to this genre. and have been keenly interested for the last year as it seems to synch with my own. With that said, I would love to start a monthly or bi-weekly podcast with you based on this subject. I can handle the production and technical BS and you help on the script and host. By the way, my new Cult Of Demons Podcast @ https://cultofdemons.com/ actually dovetails this work but am using the flanking maneuver on my audience.

    https://youtu.be/MvZJQjiKoKg?t=1502

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    1. Tell you what dude, as Chris's personal advisor, Chris is busy right now but if your podcast and blog is as interesting as it sounds like it could be you have definately piqued some new listeners , me included! Nothing meant unkindly dear Moe. I find I sometimes feel I have to step in for friends of a driven persuasion. Locally it is appreciated by those who luvs me occasionally haha. Dump this Chris if too grandma haha.

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    2. Moe I went to your podcast and the pictures on your opening links were so creepy to me that I couldn't bring myself to listen. I knew it would be very intense and not good for me.

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    3. I got this open now, Moe. It looks like something I need to dig into. Cheers.

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    4. Moe, I want you to know that I am strongly affected by horrific setups and scenes. I saw the exorcist, clockwork orange, bonny and clyde- and couldn't go see that kind of horror again. Back to the future! I think people who can handle this stuff will be appreciative as it looked intense to me just by the opening mug shots you chose. Dude I got spooked.

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  8. We buried my mother five days before xmas (having just buried my uncle/godfather 70 days earlier). Still can't shake the feeling that this was really the two "Black Sheep" of that generation, making their exit before the Shit Hits.

    (Only one Black Sheep now lives... me).

    My cellphone has developed a habit of falling off the edge of the table/desk when no one is near it, and vibrate is off so it's not that. Realized yesterday it's probably her (I was terrible at returning phone calls).

    Regarding ghosts in general, I've lived in so many old houses that it's more notable to me when a house feels 'dead'/'empty'.

    There used to be a branch of the family down in Cohasset. They lived on Oak Street, oddly enough...

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    1. It sounds like you have been parted from 2 friends. Compatriots.
      I have 2 sons whom I believe care for me profoundly and hardly EVER answer my messages or calls ffs, and if your mom and you had a vibe deeper than cell service, girlfriend could be pulling a leg here. Mas. We gets our jibs and jabs. But we never thought this place would be this crazy.

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  9. Your words ring very true. I experienced hauntings at a place I worked at not too long ago. At a restaurant that had undergone extensive renovations; the paranormal stuff took place only in the back part of the building, part of the original structure & the basement. I wasn't the only one who witnessed things, lots of people there had weird experiences: flickering lights, things falling off shelves, heavy footsteps going up & down a back staircase when no one was there, a shadowy figure seen in one's peripheral vision. The most disturbing thing that happened to me was one day being by myself (since I was the closer) upstairs just finishing up & feeling something softly brush my arm & whisper my first name in my ear (!) Also saw weird display of (possibly) ectoplasm near a light fixture in the basement. Yes ghosts are real.

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  10. I have some things. Best friend drowned in a neighbor’s pool while only I was there; we’d climbed the fence. We were only about 4or5ish. Had nightmares where a creature would stalk me from between my bed and the wall or the attic with the drop down ladder stairs, or the closet. My ears would throb with the swish-swishing sound of my blood rushing through. I would wake up screaming more than once.

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    1. Wow, that's dark, Mir. I feel your pain quite literally.

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  11. Ran across this & thought it apropos:

    https://www.hauntedrooms.com/9-haunted-places-massachusetts

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  12. Ah, here's a ghost story for you. It's the reason why I believe in spirits. Or rather, I don't believe in them- it's just a down right fact that this happened to me.

    I'm about seven years old. My family used to do the "12 days of Christmas", and it was day 9 or 10. For this day I got a plasma light clock. (It was shaped like an upside down light bulb, it was about the length of my seven year old torso, and the light dancing around the rim of the clock was electric blue). So I'm in bed that night and this is back when kids still had really rickety single person beds. I'm laying on my side toward the wall and the plasma light is on my shelf behind my back. Something literally sits on my bed, causing it to sink low at the edge and creak as it would if any living person was sitting there.

    I didn't hear my sister come into my room, but, you know, hopefully it's her, right? I say, "What are you doing in here?" while I turn over to look and no one is there. I sit up, I realise I have no choice but to crawl over the dipped space in order to get off my bed and out the bedroom door, suck it up and basically fly to my sister's room across the hall. There she tells me about how this same thing happened in a movie she recently watched and the ghost choked that girl in the movie. I was like "WTF let me sleep with you". But she said no and I was forced to tarry on back to my own bed. Never happened again- but I believed it was the plasma light, so I turned it off and never used the light on it again after that.

    Not my only "supernatural" encounter, but by far the most compelling in my life.

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  13. I loved the "Haunting of Hill House" series as well. I saw it around Halloween and it has stuck with me.

    Re haunting appearances: When VISUP was first launched ,it was chiefly for investigating paranormal phenomenon. I had one location in particular I was interested in for this purpose: Cassadaga.

    For those of you unaware, Cassadaga is a small community in Florida a little south of Daytona Beach. It was founded by the Spiritualist Church around the turn of the twentieth century. As such, the bulk of the residents are mediums there.

    The town itself also has a reputation for being haunted, especially the park and the graveyard. One night two friends and myself snuck into the park (which does not allow camping) and spent the night. I'd heard of people having strange encounters there for years and I was not disappointed.

    The park grounds include the area where the original Cassadaga hotel was located. It burned down during the 1920s under circumstances I have never been able to determine. There are a lot of exotic plants around the old hotel grounds and a grove made of bamboo. It was in the grove we had the experience.

    While walking through the park at night we got the sense that something was watching us. It was a windless night and at some point we realized the tops of the trees were moving as if something was leaping from one tree top to the next while it followed us. When we made it into the grove, all of the bamboo began to shake frantically, then it suddenly stopped. Suddenly, a line of trees started moving like a canon had been fired through them. My companions began to run but I held my ground. I felt a tremendous force fly down from the tree tops, make a beeline for my head and then pull up at the last minute, just clearing my forehead. I had a ballcap on that was knocked off.

    Amazingly, someone had managed to get footage of the event. When we went back and watched it, we saw a giant orb descend from the trees and fly directly over my head.


    -Recluse

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    1. Dude. Thank you for your blog. Now I will go back and read oldie goodies. I have been following you of late but had not realized you started from the personal spook slap. Our home base.

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    2. Wow, Recluse. Almost reminds me of an X-Files ep. Definitely a Supernatural ep. Thanks for sharing, man.

      Glad you discovered VISUP, D.

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  14. //A miserable, horrible, depressing string of omens. My wife said it best during this spectral shitshow: "Everything is terrible now."//

    Been there. I was alive two years ago -- and I almost didn't make it out. And ditto, I really can't go into the details, except to say it wasn't just me. I was a ragtag Constantine trying to contain Pandora's box while my friends and roommates were bouncing off the ceiling, going off the deep end, and in one case, OD'ing repeatedly. In one or two cases, they were secretly attacking with their own magickal devices. Meanwhile Mother Nature was very, very angry, and Father Time was showing a frowning, "I'm going to teach you all a lesson" kind of visage.

    The bad omens seemed inexhaustible. Twice I spotted an astonishing UAP, for instance. Even more amazing was the fact that the walking dead around me failed to notice them, in broad daylight. On the first of those occasions, there was a not-quite-human person standing right beside me where I looked up. Except for not having a clear plastic tube running into his ear, he could have been one of Keel's humany non-humans as described in Mothman.

    Then there was a flirty wife, an angry husband, there was a fall, there was a bruise, not cross-eyed but in pain, the bruise spelt "die you fuck". The same couple gave me a lift to the polls, where I learned my registration had been bumped from the voting rolls. I asked a lady at the polls what happened, and she said, "I don't know. Go ask the Trump people!", motioning me towards a big fat guy in a plaid shirt wearing a Peterbuilt cap on his fat head. He didn't know either.

    A few folks in the neighborhood showed signs of possession, including myself. I had to fight and claw my way back to health, and along the way, had brushes with dangerous humans and non-humans. Vultures repeatedly circled over me as I walked the streets, and over the next-door neighbors', where a corpse was found soon thereafter. There were physical threats from the wise-guy superintendant. I moved into a friend's house. One day, two years ago this month, I just missed walking under falling power lines during a wind storm. I turned around and the local mountain was surrounded by lenticular clouds -- a winter phenomenon here -- except the clouds were shaped exactly like a flying saucer, and were translucent and rainbow-colored. Later I started to do a banishing, and immediately the power went off...for four long, cold days. There were knocks on the windows almost every night during winter 2017, and a chatty lady's voice was heard repeatedly (though not by me) in a houseful of dudes. The young delinquents and dealers I was staying with were spooked, especially the ones who weren't high, because if you're high, there's an explanation, right? Radios and lights went on and off at random on several occasions. I blessed the watchdog -- an irritable black Sharpei -- with ritual spike (purba), and after that she became the most-well adjusted person in a household of rowdy drunks, delinquents and small-time dealers.

    Sensing much danger from the law and from outlaws, I did another banishing ritual. A fucking tree fell on the house, but only bent the roof gutter. At least nobody got busted in there, for more than an year afterwards.

    2016-2017 was horrid, yet here we are, most of us it seems are saner and soberer. I was glad to have the company of SecretSun and Friends then, as always. It was one of the very few comforts available to me, to remind that I was not completely crazy. This paranormal and synchro stuff will eff you up. I guess this is our survivors' group, right? What doesn't kill us makes us stronger ... or at least, in most cases, just that much more willing to leave our lives in the hands of a benevolent higher power.

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    1. Ah Vagchandra! So glad you have found this place. I enjoy you. Now I send you by asking this great and mucky physical universe to use me, an old wiseacre silly, to beam you exactly what is most beneficial, should you care to accept my intrusion. At the very least frilly edges, I like your writings.

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  16. I lived in a haunted house in college. One time, while I was doing bong hits and utterly engrossed in the _Critique of Pure Reason_ (really, I was into it!), the square glass bowl above the ceiling light began to rotate on its 1/2" metal bolt. It made an eery scratching sound. I called my apartment-mate over from his room. He was also studying Kant and Wittgenstein. He saw the slowly-rotating light fixture, heard the grating noise, and with hardly any words, went right back to his room.

    Not long thereafter, one night, I heard my apartment-mate shouting and arguing in the middle of the night, from the other side of the wall. This was a third-storey apartment in an old stone farm house dating from approximately 1800. I put my ear towards the wall and suddenly there was a huge crash. The entire house shook, and then there was silence. I knocked repeatedly on his door, but there was mp response, and all lights were off. In the morning, he claimed to have no recollection of anything unusual during the night.

    On other occasions there were footsteps at night, lights that went on and off, voices in the other room. Once or twice books fell off the shelf inexplicably.

    I returned a week early from Christmas, then realized I had forgotten my keys. No problem, I thought -- I could just climb the young hemlock, walk across the two-story annex with the flat roof, and in through a dormer window, as I had so many times before. I did so, and approached the door to my room. As my hand touched the door knob, there was a tremendous crash, as though a large person had thrown himself against the door from the inside with all his weight. As it turned out, the bolt was locked, I had no key and was spooked. I slept at a friend's house that night.

    The next day I returned and had campus security open my dead-bolted door for me. I learned from the neighbors downstairs, an Indian professor and his family, that many footsteps had been heard in our apartment over Christmas vacation. The wife was having nightmares which abated by placing an image of Tara over their bed.

    I became a serious, but somewhat reluctant student of the occult during my year in that haunted house. On a whim I went into the old dirt-floor basement and dug the ground directly beneath the spot where my light fixture had auto-rotated. I found a rusty metal can with a very old, empty wine bottle and some animal bones, about a foot beneath the surface. Hmmm. Needless to say, things did not altogether improve after that, but I became more disciplined, and the most alarming incidents abated. Later I learned that in the room beneath my own, there had been a suicide in the 1840's. Many others before and after me, I eventually learned, had experienced disturbing phenomena there, including a former college president, who ascribed the noises at night to "squirrels between the floors". This was a flawlessly stuccoed house with two-foot thick stone walls, mind you. Not a lot of ingress for squirrels between the second and third floors...

    Aside from poltergeists, the house also suffered from a periodic infestation of wood mites (?). The would come out in crowds, about 5 centimeters across, shiny egg-shaped critters with tiny legs that moved very slowly. They would somehow crawl into shiny plates and bowls in the kitchen and then die there. They would fall from a rock-solid plaster ceiling with no visible cracks and land in your lap or on your homework. They were wierd, creepy, plentiful but apparently harmless. I've never been able to identify from online photos, though.

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    1. Damn, that's a lot Vagchandra! I had a similar flickering lights/crashing noises event in a college campus house I shared with some other early 20s friends. There were two bedrooms upstairs, me in one and my buddy and his gf in the other room. We heard a major crash like someone falling down the stair violently. From the other room I heard "are you OK?" and I replied with "That wasn't you?!?" We found no evidence of anything falling down the stairs. The neighbor kid who hung out with the previous tenants mentioned flashing lights though I do not recall any. However, I did once hear an odd rustling sound in an air duct to my bedroom. Removing the grate I reached down and pulled out what appeared to be photos of an Asian man disembowling himself seppuku-style, with the guts spilling out looking quite real. So there was definitely some bad energy in that house.

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    2. Millimeters, not centimeters! You all would think me crazy...

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    3. Are they pillbug woodlice? Can you describe your eggielings in further detail, please?

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    4. They were not pillbug woodlice. These critters seemed to thrive in a very arid environment. Their abdomens were egg-shaped, coppery-brown, and shiny. No visible thorax, similar to a daddy longlegs. Their legs were short. They looked a bit like spiders but moved slowly, not stealthily at all. And there were quite a lot of them, at times -- though not enough for a horror show.

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    5. Did they look brass or coppery metallic and make a strange electric sounding click? We encountered a lot of those before they seemed like little pieces of metal until you picked them up and moved very strangely and would change colors from gold to copper and when you look close it's like they have have a see-through metallic bubble around them they are called the golden tortoise beetle. Fascinating.

      Our podcast will be up and running soon email at ourcoolandunusualuniverse@gmail.com if you would like to share more of any paranormal experiences.

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    6. Not a golden tortoise beetle either. These were strange critters -- dark amber red, like little egg-shaped beads, I think six-legged, but no visible thorax (like a daddy long-legs, which is not a bug but an an arthropod. Of course it's been 35 years since I saw one of these odd-balls, but at least I can say, they had no wings like a beetle, and no legs on the underside of their abdomen like a beetle. Also I slightly overstated their size. The round solid shiny portion -- the abdomen -- was a bit smaller than 5mm. Let's say 0.125 to 0.15 inches, as I recall. Shiny and featureless, with tiny legs smaller than their bodies. They did make a small sound when they fell. They were hard-bodied, not soft-bodied like a spider.

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  17. Impeccable timing with these posts as always Chris. This past festive season has been a particularly “spooky” one for me, more than usual. I had a few visits from something lately(I think, I try my best to rationalize these things away and keep them to myself), that on the last night it occurred it caused me to have this crazy dream about visiting an Arab man in my old neighborhood that I grew up in to learn about the existence of djinn. I woke from this dream and saw weird writing glowing white on the wall.

    Do you think that something was going on recently in the world that’s kicking these thing up notch perhaps?

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    1. Forgot to mention the connection between Space Commander-in-Chief Trump and Tesla.

      https://www.exopolitics.org/did-trumps-uncle-tell-him-about-missing-tesla-papers-flying-saucers/

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    2. Hmm, interesting my original comment did not post and 8:36 is only a small addition to my greater point about the many secret programs being implemented by the superpowers in their "next-gen" fights for technical and battle supremacy. Some of these odd sky events may be of more earthly origins.

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  18. Not directly on-topic, apart from also being on Netflix, but just watched The Institute which is *very* Secret Sun: young woman brutalised in an asylum, becomes a vessel for multiple personalities created for the 'performances' of a secret society. Based on a true story too: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rosewood_Center

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  19. https://www.newyorker.com/culture/the-front-row/the-superhero-movie-as-secular-religion-in-aquaman-bumblebee-and-spider-man-into-the-spider-verse

    Thought you'd find this interesting, Chris. Seems the mainstream is slowly catching up with your ideas albeit using them for profit.

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    1. Prophets v. profits: the eternal war.
      The profit motive is where the abasement begins.

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    2. The price of being ahead of the curve, I guess. Thanks for this.

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  20. I've had many experiences with ghosts throughout my life. Too many to recount here. But I will write about one that was quite amazing. I moved into a rental home with a friend, about 15 years ago. It was an older house and as soon as we had settled in I knew there was ghost present.

    I heard constant knocking coming from an old cupboard in my bedroom left there by the previous tenant. It actually started becoming pretty annoying, so I decided to "speak" with this entity, at which time I felt a massive cracking down my spine like I was bent double. And then it was over.

    Months later I was talking to a neighbor and was informed that the person who occupied the house before us was an elderly woman with a badly bent spine and that she had passed away in her bedroom. I lived there for about 2 years, and never got a bad energy from this spirit (unlike others I have experienced).

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  21. Hey Chris, Just finished watching the Kate Bush documentary on BBC 4 and I cant tell you how many times people described her as ''Siren Like'' And guess they are not wrong. https://twitter.com/BBCFOUR/status/1081186426589495296

    hERE look At tHOOse BeUtieS = https://twitter.com/dis_bob/status/1081345299279478785

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    1. "Which one's P!nk?" ("Welcome to The Cosmo-Demonic AI")

      "Pink" = can be used as a verb dating back to 1300 meaning "pierce, stab, make holes in" (wiki).

      "Pink Elephants"

      "The United States Manual on Uniform Traffic Control Devices specifies fluorescent pink as an optional color for traffic signs used for incident management as an alternative to the traditional orange in order to distinguish them from construction zone signs."

      ..."living coral"?

      The "Pink" wiki is illustrated with, among other images, a picture of a "pink sapphire ring", which looks a doppelgänger for "Lady Gaga's" engagement stone, "Gaga" plays "Ally" in "A Star is Born", "P!nk's" birthname is "Alecia"...

      Pop-culture spooks Humanity.

      KTV

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    2. I used to love Kate Bush. Then I discovered "The Spangle Maker" and pretty much lost interest entirely. Kate is amazing but she just couldn't compete. Thanks for the tip, MP.

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  22. That is not dead which can eternal lie
    and in strange aeons even death may die.

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    1. "I see NPCs" (spiritless humans) "Celebrities with Black Left Eyes" http://YouTube.com/watch?v=E0P64UiCKS-g

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  23. I cannot describe how much I am grounded by the experiences of other people who share their truths here.

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  24. Before I was born my grandmother's brother committed suicide. His spirit (or something else) had been seen by his brother in my grandparents house. Fast forward to early 80's my grandparents have divorced and remarried. My mother is working so I lived in the house with my grandfather and his wife. The same house where my grandmother's brother saw the spirit of his brother.

    One night my step-grandmother is walking down the hall and runs straight into a man who she thinks is my grandfather until she notices he is transparent. She would also hear a trumpet playing every once in awhile.

    During this same time me, my step uncle and a friend from the neighborhood are "camping" in the back yard. I was probably 5. Everyone is asleep and I have to use the restroom. So i go inside and I see a man standing straightbin front of me. When i am recollecting this to my grandmother as an adult she tells me it was her brother. But I dont think so. It stood there kind of melting and he looked like the Tall Man from the Phantasm movies. I remember screaming my head off. I have had a few experiences since then. But at that house I also swore I had seen the Easter Bunny dyeing eggs at our kitchen counter and recall a conversation with my step grandmother trying to teach me to fly by using magic but a lot of trauma happened to me there so it could have been some disassociative type state. But weirdly enough the house was struck by lightning 20 plus years ago and burned down. Still nothing sits on the lot and it is in a well-to-do neighborhood. Not too scary but it was for me.

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  25. JB at http://metalogiccafe.blogspot.com/12:08 PM, January 05, 2019

    (I'm a late-comer, as usual, so I'll probably repost this in the next relevant comments section.)

    After my six-hour long near-death experience nearly eight years ago (in which I entered a state of cosmic communion with the Great God Pan up at Chokmah, contrary to my expectations, which were either Jesus or Solaris), my mother told me that the first time she came to visit me at the hospital, right after surgery when I was practically comatose, she clearly heard her sister's voice coming out of my mouth, as if I was nothing more than a speaking tube. My aunt was telling her "I'm so sorry, I was so selfish, I'm so sorry..." over and over again.

    That freaked my mother the f**k out, so much so that she was still very deeply disturbed even a year afterwards. I naturally DIDN'T tell her about my whole experience on the other side, the part when I fell into Pan's endlessly spiralling ram's horns made of stars and ended up walking down a spiral staircase made of black stone. At some point I found my aunt completely listless on the stairs (she had also commited suicide five years earlier), and she said "This is the abyss, the bottomless pit, where all of the lost souls end up, I've been here forever, there's no escape, I'm more lost than ever, I've just lied down and given up." Without thinking, I took her hand and replied "You're not lost anymore, I've found you." She looked up, her eyes full of life again, and said "James, I love you, I love you so much..." and that was it, next thing I remember was waking up at the hospital days later.

    About a month later, I was at the public library, when I noticed a tall, young, beautiful woman looking at me, smiling. She looked familiar, but I couldn't remember who she was. She came up to me and asked "You look familiar, do I know you? Tell me your name." But I felt so incredibly uncomfortable looking at her face up close, it didn't seem right. In retrospect, it was like when they digitally de-age an actor for a Marvel movie; yeah, it technically looks perfect, but there's just something... "off" about it, too perfect. So I just told her "No, I'm sorry, I'm not going to tell you my name." and she just whimsically replied "Okay." AS SOON AS SHE WALKED AWAY, it suddenly hit me that she obviously was my aunt, looking as she did in my childhood, in her twenties. When I turned around, and she literally disappeared.

    I rationalized it as an "Orpheus travelling to the Underworld to rescue the soul of a loved one" sort-of-thing, but more successful. Haven't seen her since.

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  26. Oh hell yeah-- I knew I'd get something tasty in response to my call for stories but this way exceeds my expectations. I very much want to respond to these individually but am bogged down per usual. I will do ASAP.

    This are really amazing stories, people. I can't thank you enough.

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  27. what do you think of dark journalist?
    who is translated into german here https://darjd.blogspot.com/
    what do you think of https://darjd.blogspot.com/?

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    1. He's done some interesting reports. I liked the one he did with the Watergate lawyer.

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  28. When I first lived in London about 30 years ago, I had a boyfriend who lived on a street made up of squats on one side, and a women's refuge on the other. The houses were terraced, the refuge was a number of them knocked together. And there was a big Redemptorist church on the corner.

    So one night I was there, and I woke up to see a man standing at the foot of the bed...he was semi-naked, covered in bright blue patterns (wode, probably), he had a metal half mask/helmet thing on his head and was holding a spear. He wasn't threatening, he was just standing there looking at me. I glanced behind him, and there was a smaller figure there, in something that looked like a shroud or a white nightgown.

    The next morning I told my boyfriend and he said 'oh yeah, they turn up quite regularly, we're friends.'!!!

    It seems that the whole street was built on top of one of London's plague pits and people in most of the houses had night-time guests. The women's refuge had a story about a nun who'd been bricked up in a wall who kept coming out and wailing and scaring the women so badly they'd had a priest in to do an exorcism.

    A few months later two people were murdered in one of the flats a few doors up from us. I ended up moving into the flat above and regularly woke up under psychic attack, something heavy on my chest and a black thing flapping above me. I was given a copy of Dion Fortunes 'Psychic Self Defense' and followed the advice in there next time it happened. That was the last. I lived there for a few more years without any incident.

    I'd been an atheist and sceptic when all this started but that was the end of that. Crazy days.

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    1. I won't relate the details here of my own encounters with an incubus, I'm saving that for my podcast I'm developing "our cool and unusual universe. But you might look up incubus that is the closest description I've found aside from shadow people although I think they are one in the same. You can email me at ourcoolandunusualuniverse@gmail.com to be featured on the podcast.

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  29. https://www.usatoday.com/story/news/nation/2019/01/03/super-blood-wolf-moon-eclipse-coming-soon-what-does-all-mean/2474960002/

    😂😂😂

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  30. Don't know much about ghosts, but since i'm 13 (very close to my first menstruation) i had a "dream" in which i didn't know i was dreaming. My room looked the same as always, but i heard a nice tune coming from outside the door. Then i heard a blast, the door opened violently and a force used my sheets to choke me and pulled out of my bed to the floor, that turned into a bottomless pit full of fire. When i was going down, all i could say is "i don't know whats happening, but lord please save me". With that i started lo levitate to my bed, and it had a white poster with a colorful tree on the beadhead wall. I landed on my bead and woke up. Really terrifying. Then it was like a door on me was open, and started to lucid dreaming a lot. On my lucid dreams i could see shade mens coming from mirrors, hordes of bats shades attacking me, and all sorts of beings. Once i dreamed and saw to more defined "demons" talking to each other, one saying to the other that she was in charge of the area. I could sneak only if i covered my feets, because they were white and shiny. Sometimes i woke up after feeling like an earthquake just happened, but it was not "real", and to go to the hallway and see my brother and my mom on there too. They also have the "abilitie" to see these things. My grandmother was very attuned to these things, and sometimes in my dreams she nows visit me in a shape i didnt knew she had when young, and she make me questions before leaving. So it's very into my family. It's not a "gift" i like much, and one of the house we lived was very "charged" with darkness, we could sense even being awake that some entities were in that place climbing the stairs. With the years i notice that when i'm with stress, guilt or feelings like that, i get to dream more like this. My grandmother was even a bit psychic and foreshadowed or read you with just looking at you, but she was into the "gods assembly" and even spoke in tongues. She was the daughter of a very prominent mason, and she said that god showed her his father was in hell.

    Now my more lucid dreams are located in her apartment and the sorrounding are, and in most of them i can see the ses rising like a flood, more like "diluvio". Her place is on a hill near some risks i which you can see the sea from very high above, and i grew up in that place, which is very charged too. This dream is now very recurrent.

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  31. Well, the first thing I'll say is, regarding Ghosts, you're preaching to the choir.

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    1. "I see blog readers."

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    2. Hahahah, i only posted my history because maybe something could be useful, and most of my experience is while sleeping, not awake or polstergeist(?) style. So i dont know if what i see are ghost or something else.

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    3. I did type out my experiences, but the word length exceeded the maximum. Editing is "difficult" for me, so I just thought to show support.

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  32. My son moved home from Colorado leaving a lot of friends, one of whom joined him while living there. That young man became involved with serious drugs and overdosed shortly thereafter. While in my home office my son cried and, in the throes of guilt, believed if he’d only stayed he might have saved his childhood friend.

    Then the TV came on by itself. It went off by itself. The TV in there continued to do that for as long as my son stayed with us. When he left for another place to live, the TV has continued to come on with just static, but did so for a long while during the morning hours between 10:00 and 10:20. About a few years or so it switched to the same times during the night. I stay up to turn it off.

    While I continue to tell myself it must be due to regular power surges, as I turn it off nightly I bid my son’s good friend a good night with a quiet prayer. Because in the end, I really know nothing.

    This last one admittedly strays from that of a ghost story, but it was real enough to scare me witless. Maybe it is about a ghost, but I’ll never really know.

    I’d learned I could do what I called walking meditations and one day when I was alone in the house for hours I found myself doing just that as I completed mindless house cleaning chores. Guess it could be said I was in a very pleasant trance. As I walked from my bedroom to a bathroom I heard an indistinct “Hello” come from down the long hallway. It sounded like a man, but I just knew I was alone in the house and ignored it as something from my imagination.

    Sometime later as I walked out of a laundry room to my kitchen, from only two or three feet in front of me I heared a very distinct and pleasant man’s voice tell me, “Hello.” I froze and snapped out of my meditation thinking of various mental diseases catalogued with in my family. I thought I’d gone over the edge having seen nothing this voice could belong to.

    I did have a mental image of the man who played Ward Cleaver in the old series, Leave It To Beaver because that’s exactly who this voice sounded like. It was absurd and so wrong in the context of my experience that I haven’t meditated in the years since. If I had talked with this pleasant seeming disembodied voice I think I might be still talking with him in a padded room. Or maybe I might have learned something, but my instinct is that bad things sometimes arrive in pretty packaging.



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  33. A very long story going back generations and including more haunted objects and general life suck than you can shake a stick at, but the core of it for me, today, is a resident poltergeist that somehow connected with a green stone Buddha to get me into a certain house. It made a big fiberglass object explode just the other day. Good and bad are mixed here, auspiciousness and weariness are brothers.. and the point for me goes beyond it being real, into it having a very definable, interconnected intention and relating back through the whole history of people and land. Would join Gordon's magic courses to learn more except, you know, he's on their side. http://de10.com.mx/sites/default/files/styles/imagen_body/public/2018/08/06/moctezuma_y_cortes_3.jpg?itok=CdXxkwbh

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  34. The basement of my parents' house, built in 1956, has given me the creeps my whole life. There's a dark laundry room in the furthest back that leads directly to my Dad's office/the computer room, with s doorway but no door. Growing up, I would very often, while on the comp, get peripheral visions of forms in the laundry room. Either the fuzzy whites or dark shadow activity. And always that sixth sense/feeling of something looking at me or wanting my attention. This has continued all through my life. I'm in my 30's now and the feeling persists when I visit.
    The third part of the basement is a bigger, finished room where I sleep when visiting for holidays, etc. Like I said, I'm in my 30's, and I still keep a lamp on when I sleep down there. It's embarrassing, but I do it. I've woken up down there with weight on my body, the unmistakable feeling of a presence standing by the bed, and turned to see a dark shadow, humanesque form. Among the near constant feeling of presence.
    The most extreme experience was one where I was there visiting. Late at night, everyone else upstairs and asleep. I'm watching TV down in that basement bedroom. The feeling of presence comes in the room strong. Presence and attention on me/desired from me. I try to ignore it - it's so common that sometimes it's not scary but just annoying! Like, "god damn, I'm just trying to have a nice time at my folks'! Leave me the fuck alone!"
    So I try to just focus on whatever dumb TV is on, but in my peripheral, the spot of presence sparks as a cloudy, bright yellow light. I look fully straight at it, which usually causes these things to fade, but it remains. Not only remains, but grows. It starts to spin and trail, coiling into a DNA/spiral staircase style shape, about 5 to 6 feet high. It felt like it was working its way to fully manifest as the image of a human.
    And it might have, but I got out of the laz-e-boy chair and fucking booked it upstairs and out the back door to smoke a cigarette a chill myself out.
    Another noteworthy experience was waking up with my left arm covered in a strange ooze (nothing familiar or from me, ya dirty minds ;) This was a different place, an attic of a friend's that I was staying in for a while. Again, a strong, heavy, and pretty constant feeling of presence and attention in the atmosphere. During a moment of bravery, I swear I danced with this one. Me, eyes closed, feeling the presence in front of me, while I slow danced to Hendrix.
    - Samuel

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  35. Where I stand with all this is, I don't know if they are the classic-pop explanation of conscious personalities remaining post-death. That goes into a whole world of debate. But, for me at least, it's become an unquestionable fact that there exists a force/phenomenon that looks, feels, and acts like what one imagines when they think of the word "ghost."
    Violent imprint on the local energetic, psy-field? Some elemental phenomenon mixing with mental imagery? Whatever it is, to my experience, they very much exist and are plentiful.
    - Samuel

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  36. Wow.

    Again, this really blows me away. I had a feeling you folks would have some amazing stories to share but I never anticipated this kind of reaction. It's really been quite some time since I got a chance to hear this kind of detail about people's experiences with this phenomena.

    I note some of you ascribe some of these events to other possible types of beings and I suppose in the end we don't really know. Maybe we're all looking at the same thing from different angles. Maybe the Spirit World is crowded with a whole range of possibilities.

    Seeing how powerful and emotional these events can be just makes me all the more angry at the skeptics, who to me are the moral equivalent of the "Australia doesn't exist" crowd.

    I opened the floor on this topic precisely so you out there could share your experiences without being mocked or judged. I'd like to figure out a way to do this kind of thing on a more visible and permanent platform.

    Again, thank you some much for opening up on this. I'd reply to each post individually but I'm afraid I couldn't really do them justice. I mean, what could I say? To me, it's more important to listen here.

    Again, very grateful and very, very moved by these stories. It's amazing how close to home so many of them hit. I'm sure a lot of readers out there feel the same exact way about it. And hopefully those of you who have posted can find some strength in community here. So much of this happens when you are alone and vulnerable. Knowing you aren't alone and aren't crazy is important, in my stupid opinion at least.

    Bravo, really.

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    1. Thanks for the opportunity to vent. I don't know what it's all about except to note that "You noticed them, and they noticed that you noticed them" pretty much explains what's happened in my experience. And also, astrology...why was 2016 such a "banner year" for unpleasant synchro and paranormal phenomena, including UFOs, for some of us here? Anyway, I like the idea of a dedicated (moderated) forum for discussion. Encounters with the inexplicable are often traumatic, and discussing such experiences really does help, as you suggest. Also, in ways I can't quite explain in a short message, reading the stories parallel to my own has helped to understand the whys and wherefores much better. That's comforting in a way -- not only am I not crazy per se, but the crazy stuff is as much (or moreso) a product of other people's stuff, as it is of my own sensitivity (or 'noticing').

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  37. Eric Wargo in his new book Time Loops believes as some researchers do that any paranormal experience is a loop from the individual’s future. I can reconcile some of my odd precognitive experiences in the manner he describes, but when it comes to the experiences he says one will eventually learn something meaningful later in the future by precognitive episodes experienced and verified. He believes ghosts and all manner of the paranormal are simply precognition. I’m having a difficult time with too many events in that light, but maybe what I’m suppose to learn in some haven’t presented as yet. (?)

    But it is very nice to hear others tell their stories. I’ve personally never made a secret of mine because my friends and loved ones deserve who I am regardless. The wonderful thing I have learned is that most people have one or two incidences they can’t reconcile either. But I’m too old now to care what nay sayers think. Far as I’m concerned theydon’t lead the most interesting lives. It’s the mysteries that make life enchanting.

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  38. Vagchandra, I forgot to add that I enjoy your comments. Lot of brave souls here.

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  39. Finally you are at it (Hill House). The movie as well as its creators interpret serious issues with Disneyland's insolence, the happy end is laughable. Now back to reading.

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  40. My research for my forthcoming book led me to a small town outside Kansas City. My son and I popped into a convenience store and queried the clerk about the small town and whether or not there were any "local legends" of note I could include in my book. Boy! Did that open a can of you know what! Two employees, a manager and the owner of the store insisted on telling me about the very serious hauntings (multiple ghosts) that have been happening - in the store!! I don't want to give too much away, but it was all rather fortuitous and proved to be a big key to my book. And in my own life, the ghosts (or whatever they are) have appeared and reappeared over the course of my life.

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  41. Oh boy, where to begin! Like others have stated, I’ve had many paranormal events spanning since childhood. I guess I’ll narrow down and describe a period in my life that was most active and horrendous, as far of these types of events are concerned.
    I’ll preface this by describing an event in my childhood that really “opened the door” for me. At the age of 9 we moved next door to a family that owned an esoteric bookstore. I was rather naive about such things, being I was homeschooled and from a very religious household. Their daughter, who was much older than me, invited me over to “play”. The first thing I noticed in their home was a large print of the Vitruvian Man, stuck out to me. She took me to their basement for a rollicking game of Quija board. I had never seen or heard of it before. Literally a couple minutes into the session the lights turned off, the table shook and jumped off the floor and what I recall as a guttural growl surrounded me. I ran out terrified and crying as she laughed at me. I am convinced she invited me over to get that thing to leave her and attach to me. For the next three years I became obsessed with creating homemade boards, automatic writing, and other such communications that just kinda presented themselves to my mind. Shadows lurked and all around nasty attachment stuff followed me for years until I had a reprieve in my mid twenties.
    After a brief period of peace these dark forces resurfaced in my life after the death of my brother. We weren’t literally twins, but shared a birthday and had the type of psychic connection you often hear of with twins. He was pretty tortured the couple years before his death. Once he died I began having visits from not just his spirit, but his spirit with a host of parasitic entities attached. I was experiencing poltergeist activity, shadows... the whole nine yards.

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  42. Incidentally, shortly after I began working at a restaurant where I moved into an apartment above it. It happened to be in an old stone brothel building along the “Hell on Wheels” segment of the Union Pacific Railroad... I’m talking the real Wild West shit. So, surprise surprise the place is crawling with spooks, including one very violent semi-demonic male entity that hated my guts. I immediately started having violent dreams about stabbings and women being tortured. There are way too many incidents to list them all, but highlights include an entire rack full of chafing pans flying towards a wall, a sink full of steaming hot water turning ice cold instantly, phantom hands violently grabbing my thighs and leaving welts, candles inexplicably lighting themselves and other classic things like boot steps and switched lights. This entity presented himself to me on several occasions as a black mist figure with white glowing eyes, which several others saw as well. A couple customers described seeing a red headed man in an olden looking blue striped button shirt with a short stand collar, which I thought was likely his human image. I’ll also note that on much rarer occasions a misty woman entity would show up, and she loved to quietly whisper and sing.
    After about a year of living in this environment I became obsessed with researching the building and trying to figure out who this awful entity was. I obtained access to a digital archive of all the newpapers and compiled all the businesses and owners that building had from 1870-1930. My search uncovered 7 documented deaths before 1930, all of them male and all of them violent. I will note that I’m convinced at least one Soiled Dove died in the building, but prostitution was never covered in the local papers. I remember I was sitting in my apartment one January night, it was sub zero outside and the stone building turned into an icebox in those conditions. I was sitting at my computer in a down coat and sleeping bag with space heaters pointed at me, obsessively reading through every old edition of the newspapers. I came across a series of stories about a family that owned and operated the building in the early 1890s. They were recent Norwegian immigrants, Larsons. Their 23 year old son shot himself in the head (in my very bedroom(the rooms still had the old boarders numbers on them!!)) the day before his wedding. I have no way to prove that was him, other than to say that something struck me and convinced me that was what I was looking for. None of the other deaths I documented made my spidey senses tingle like that one. On a side note, there were also a string of suicides that happened in that apartment in the 90s as well as several fires that have broken out. The final straw came when I came home and was greeted by 6 black starlings staring me down in my kitchen, and I was done.

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  43. You would think I would have moved into more sensible endeavors after that, but nope! The literal next job I took was at the Stanley Hotel in Colorado. Yes, that one, the fucking hotel from the Shining! That’s a whole other story, but let’s just say it’s reputation is warranted. I will saw, however, that it pales in comparison to what I experienced at the old brothel. The Shining is like a little kids tea party compared to that!

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    1. Mary Lee, we stayed in the Stanley when my kids were young and at camp near there. We were on the third floor well beyond the influence of lights from cars when in the middle of the night my husband got up for a bathroom break. He saw a red light enter the bathroom and turn to disappear into a mirror right beside him. The bathroom was small and also beyond a place tail lights could enter. The most astounding thing to me is that it didn’t scare him since he avoids reading or seeing anything paranormal because those things induce nightmares.

      The Stanley really is a wonderfully weird place, but the stories I heard there were tame in comparison to what’s been reported here.

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    2. Great stories you have to tell. Violence, sexual use and abuse, addiction, untimely death -- these seem to be the common legacy of hauntings. I lived once in a one-time brothel and gas station from the thirties -- it had an occasional ghost, in spite of also having a great many blessings due to purifying rituals on the premises. And twice, at least, I lived in an old house where there had been suicides. But that's nothing compared to what you describe. As paranormal research goes you hit the motherlode, and I don't you envy you one bit!

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    3. Knocker, the third floor of the Stanley is known for strong activity regarding children... people often report the sounds of children running and playing.
      Vagchandra, yes those years were extremely active! I am just one of those people that instantly knows when something is present, and they know I am there and present themselves. I was guilty of playing with fire and digging too deep earlier in my life. Since then I have spent much time and effort guarding and closing off the doors. My renewed faith has helped tremendously with this.

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    4. Also, Knocker, if you camped at the YMCA of the Rockies that also has its own legacy of paranormal activity and one very troubling disappearance as well.

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  44. Short and sweet.
    My dad died from a reported self-inflicted shotgun wound to the chest some time around 4 pm of 7/20/17. In my childhood homes backyard, literally at ground zero of my subconscious. I saw Haley's comet from the exact spot he died for Christ's sake. Feel me? My Dad I knew better than anyone. He always liked having the backyard gated off. When then nineteen forties style gates (chainlink fence) came undone in the early nineties, he built one out of corrugated tin and 2x4s. Anyway that one lasted about fifteen years and he didn't replace it after that. My family and i didnt go back for about six months three or four months after he died. When I made the trip back with my spouse 5o check on things. The first thing I noticed was that the Hackberry tree next to the gate had had a massive branch(not exaggerating) collapse right where the gate to my back yard drive way was. Sure the winter freeze caused all sorts of tree problems all over town.It just seems that this one was a little to uncanny too shrug off.
    -Austin Fox

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  45. Never having had such an experience, I am struggling to come up with an explanation of what is going on here. What are these apparitions and what are they up to? Is there some logic to these strange occurrences?

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  46. One way I think about them is perhaps something like a scar or echo or pocket of energy left in the local energy field/psychosphere/what have you. The extreme energy given off by the traumatic episode (suicide, pain, sadness, murder etc) acts as a shocking imprint on the vibrational field. And people with eyes to see/senses to feel can experience them. They can resemble the human that spawned them because that was the psychic imprint. Maybe the interaction of ghost and living human is some kind of energetic magnetism, negative and positives attracting.
    But these are just my theories. Who the hell knows?

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    1. I was tortured as a child. The vid below is somewhat similer of what I remember about my dreams at that time and when I watch the vid, it stirs something in me that I can't describe.

      https://youtu.be/GOlghrCOJNQ


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    2. Dear 9:43, I am so sad that you suffered. May you be completely healed.

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    3. Dear 9:43, I am so sad that you suffered. May you be completely healed.

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  47. Ps, that was me with the theories,
    Samuel

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  48. "superstitious cavemen" (bonus)

    http://www.cracked.com/article_20451_5-dumb-myths-about-prehistoric-times-that-everyone-believes.html

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    1. Here's again... since you (chris) removed my comment before the bonuslink above:

      A. prehistoric people did not "live in caves", and
      B. théy were not superstitious - they could not afford such "luxury".

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    2. I don't know what you're referring to.

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    3. Of course you do.
      Just because you removed something (just so there's "nothing to refer to" any longer), that doesn't mean it was never there
      There's a huge difference between 'never existed' and 'obliterated'
      Although some people "honestly believe" that they can cause something to never-have-been, just by saying so even. It makes one wonder, have they ever really thought about their "reasoning"?? - 'cause it doesn't sound logical at all.

      https://www.haaretz.com/word-of-the-day-lo-haya-vlo-nivra-1.5259222

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    4. I still don't know what you're referring to.

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