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I’ll Be Seeing You

Welcome to Wicked Wednesday, and the final installment of my ghost stories…for now anyway.  I’m going to cheat a little bit, cause this a re-post, but it’s from my third month in at blogging so only 3 people read it.  And it is a scary story.  Also a true one.  So enjoy!  Hope you chatter with me in the comments.

I’ll Be Seeing You

When I was in high school, I worked in a video store for several years.  I had my suspicions that the place was haunted.  I would hear the sound of tapes (it was all VHS then)  being picked off the shelves and put back down down when no one was in there besides me.  The other clerks I worked with said they heard the same noises when they were alone in the store too, but our manager always denied hearing anything.

I would disregard the noises like the rest of us do when we hear creaks and squeaks in our homes, but there were more creepy happenings.  My neighbor worked out of town and enlisted me to take her dog for walks after school.  Our store was family and pet friendly; we kept dog treats behind the counter for when people would come in with their pets.  So I often walked the dog to the video store to pick up movies or my paycheck.  The thing was this dog, who any other time would run up to people, chase squirrels, and lick you to death, wouldn’t get close to the back door of the office!  She would plant her butt down and just halt!  She would not budge.  She’d stare at that door while I’d be pulling and tugging her leash to round the corner with me, dragging her across the carpet.  Eventually she would bolt past the door and halfway down the next aisle before calming down.  I’ve never seen her do this anywhere else.

My friends at the time were obsessed with ghost stories.  One night when I was closing, and it was quiet in the store, my two best friends and a coworker came over with a ouija board.  If you asked me today would I mess around with a ouija board, the answer is no.

My two friends and coworker sat themselves down in the back corner of the store and asked the ouija board some test questions about who worked in the store, what film title someone who wasn’t touching the board was looking at, and eventually who was it that lived in the video store.  Amazed, they ran up to me at the counter and told me there was most certainly a ghost in the store, and he was 13 years old.  He knew all the initials of the people that worked in the store.  And he had told them his family died in a fire years ago.

I was freaked out.  I thought for sure, any moment, my boss would walk in and we’d all get busted for conjuring up spirits in the place.  I walked home and went about my evening, getting ready for bed as normal.

Photo courtesy hpanwo-tv.blogspot.com

My night routine consisted of looping headphones over my bedpost and listening to one of the mixtapes I made while I fell asleep.  That night, I remember waking up and thinking I had only been asleep a short while, but the music wasn’t playing.  I reached up to my dresser top and picked up the tape player.  I hit play.  Nothing happened.  I hit rewind, fast forward, play again.  Nothing.  I assumed the player had died, but was surprised I didn’t wake up to the slow drowning sound it made as the batteries wore down.  I set it back on top of my dresser.

The next morning, I awoke and got ready for the day.  On a whim, while waiting for my mom, I picked up the tape player and hit play.  Billie Holiday crooned, “But I’ll be seeing you…” and the whole rest of the tape was erased.

I assure you I cannot explain how this happened.  There is no record button on my player, so I didn’t accidentally tape over it.  It was not placed next to anything electronic, so there shouldn’t have been any interference.  Whatever, or whoever, it was, from then on, I closed the store very quickly.

And my store manager, admitted to me after I left the store years later that she did think the store was haunted.

What do you think happened?  Have you ever lived or worked in a place you thought was haunted?  Have you ever heard anything like EVP (electronic voice phenomenon)?

Still hungry for more?  Check out the virtual ouija board at your own risk.

This is Why I Won’t Touch a Ouija Board

There’s a reason all movies with ouija boards are in the horror section.  Why didn’t I pay attention?!

Sam, Roberta, Teeny, and Chrissy

Have any of you watched the movie Now and Then?  It was a 90’s film about four friends who grew up together in a small town and the one summer that changed their lives, making their bond last forever.  There’s a lot of familiar faces in the film:  Gaby Hoffman, Christina Ricci, and Thora Birch playing the young girls and Demi Moore, Rosie O’Donnell, Melanie Griffith, and Rita Wilson playing them as adults.  Bonnie Hunt, Janeane Garofalo, Hank Azaria, Brendan Fraser, and Cloris Leachman all support as well.  If you were a tween like me who grew up with this film, you probably watched it cause of him…

Devon Sawa - Hearthrob of tween girls in the 90's everywhere. See this film and Casper.

Anyway, you stock up on Mambas (which are better than Starburst) and watch the story unfold with your sister or best girl friend in tow.  One of the main adventures the girls have is a night reading with the ouija board in the graveyard.  After numerous failed attempts to conjure up Marilyn Monroe – “she didn’t cooperate last time,” they decide to speak with someone buried in the graveyard, a boy called Dear Johnny, who died the same age as they are.  What happens next is the unfolding of how Dear Johnny died and what will help him to rest again.

Now and Then isn’t a scary movie, it’s a movie about friendship.  Friendship and a little paranormal mystery.  I blame all my willingness to “ouija” on this film.  If I had only watched something along the lines of What Lies Beneath or Paranormal Activity instead, I might not have been so enthusiastic.

I will share with you my first experience with a ouija board later this month, and trust me, it’s a creepy one.  For today, I’ll share with you a few snippets of experiences and why I will no longer use a ouija board.  In case you’re unfamiliar with ouija boards, Catie Rhodes wrote an AWESOME historical post about their creation, the various forms they’ve taken on, and how they’ve been used in film.  You really should check out her post!  I’ll wait for you…

Hello again!  So briefly, the ouija board is a talking board meant to be an inbetween medium for spirits to connect with us.  Sounds cool right?  Well, it can be.  Let me take a minute and explain some of my opinions on how ouija boards work.  I emphasize this is just my experience I’m basing this on.

  • Ouija boards will not work for everyone.  An openness is required and the more connected you are to an individual who is also touching the pointer piece will impact how well the board works.
  • Ouija boards let in anything you give energy to.  If you don’t know what you’re doing, expect to get messed with.
  • Blessing the area helps.  Invite only kind spirits into your communication circle.  I’ve had positive experiences with this which I will share.
  • Do not be disappointed if a loved one doesn’t communicate with you through the board; it means they are happy and healthy on the Other Side.

Image via onlineouijaboard.net

Ok, when I said that it depends on who’s using the board with you, that’s been my history with the process.  I’ve tried to use a ouija board with different friends and gotten gibberish responses that make no sense.  But when I attempted to communicate to spirits with my high school best friend we always got full word responses.  I accredit this to our ability of finishing each others’ sentences and knowing what the other was thinking without saying a word.  We were very close, and I would be so bold to say kindred spirits/soul mates at that time.  The energy we channeled was probably better equipped to receive messages.

Prime example, once we used the board to try to communicate with a friend’s family member who had passed.  We didn’t get anything when she tried to use the board, but when my friend and I did we believe we made contact with her Aunt and talked enough that the whole experience was so moving and emotional our friend cried.

Remember when I said you can’t control what comes in, but blessings help.  That was one instance where it did help.  We lit a circle of candles around us and said a little prayer.  We asked that only spirits who would bring forth light and goodness enter our circle and that any spirits intending harm be banished from it.  We let our friend ask the questions and we read the responses.  This was a very powerful experience for her, and even myself to witness it.

I feel I learned the hard way about blessing the circle first.  I gave up using the talking board after a spirit we’d been successful talking to several times started mocking me through the board.  It was scary and cruel and I wanted no part of it anymore.

That ended the weird paranormal pranks for awhile.  I had a few odd occurrences while living in the dorms in college that friends teased was “my ghost” following me to school.  I never used a ouija board again, but it could’ve been him moving stuff IN BETWEEN dorm rooms.  Our residence hall was set up in what we called “cubes,” which consisted of 3 different squared arrangements of rooms on each floor, so students lived in the A, B, or C cube of their prospective floor.  In my cube, objects would mysteriously disappear from one room and end up in others.  Since it occurred most often amongst my “cube friends” it was blamed on my ghost.

I’m thankful there hasn’t been any recent activity of that nature in my life.  I’m still open to paranormal interaction, but I don’t want them following me around everywhere.  I can’t imagine what it must be like for those that can see and communicate with the dead on a regular basis.  I would think their lives are very difficult and scary at times.  It’s an unknown world to us, but one that will forever intrigue us.

What do you think?  Have you ever used a ouija board?  What was your experience?  Have you ever felt a spirit was communicating with you?  How did you handle it?

I See Dead People

Image from the film Sixth Sense

Hello my Hauntings!  Welcome to the first of Wicked Wednesday’s Ghost Story series.  Every wednesday I’ll share a personal story about my encounters with the paranormal, and I plan for them to get progressively creepier as the month goes on.

So today, we’re doing a bit of a montage.  I’ll share with you some of the spooky moments of my past, and if you’re comfortable, and open-minded, I’d love your thoughts and stories as well.  Let’s get started!

Most of you are familiar with the 1999 film by M. Night Shyamalan, The Sixth Sense.  A brief summary is a young boy is able to see spirits who don’t know they’ve died, and by helping them, he is able to help a downtrodden childhood psychologist.  The very telling scene of the film is when Cole, the boy, admits to Dr. Malcolm that “I see dead people.”  Chilling and honest at the same time, if you ask me.

My stories are nothing so dramatic.  For one, I can’t pay people (let alone professionals) to listen to my problems, though I’m sure I’d benefit from it.  And second, I don’t see dead people consistently.  I just see them sometimes.  The following is a composite list of the some of the strange, unexplainable, and honest situations I’ve experienced.

The Painted Pebble:  This story isn’t scary, so much as unexplainable.  My grandmother passed away when I was five years old.  I don’t think I understood what death meant for many years later.  Because I have so few memories of her living, most of my connection to her came from sleeping with the stuffed animal lamb that was in her hospital room when she passed, visiting her grave with my mother, and leaving a painted pebble on her tombstone that I painted with her favorite colors, pink and purple.  I was probably between 6-8 years old, and friendship pebbles were all the rage at school.  I made this one for my grandmother and left it atop the gravestone.  For over a year, that pebble never left my grandma’s burial site.  No matter when my mom and I went, that pebble was still painted and sitting on her tombstone.  Now, science isn’t my strongest subject, but I’m wise enough to know that between Wisconsin thunderstorms, tornadoes, and oh gosh, I don’t know WINTER, that pebble should’ve lasted all of week or two at most before the paint washed off or a lawn mower pitched the thing several yards away.  I believe it was a token of love and friendship that my grandma kept to let me know she still thought of me.

The Feeling of Not Being Alone: Twice I can recall being in my family home, up in my room and stopping whatever I was doing at the time because I “just knew” I wasn’t alone. The first time I experienced this phenomenon, I was reading on my bed, when I felt the weight at the end of the bed sink down, like someone had just sat next to me. It was so physical that I looked up, expecting to see someone. I stared at the space at the foot of my bed for a few moments before saying aloud, “I know you’re there.” I then felt a finger run up my big toe. A few weeks later, I was again reading in my room. Same thing. I strongly felt I was not alone in the room. This time I asked the spirit if they intended harm or good to me. At that moment I felt the most reassuring hug around me, warm and comforting. I’m sure many of you are reading this and thinking I’m plain batty for believing. But I have done some research on the subject. Most paranormal investigators can agree that a person’s openness to experience is key in what they will or won’t perceive. But take a smaller, more common example like deja vu’ or coincidences. A lot of us have either experienced or know someone else who has where you could finish a person’s sentence, hear the phone ring and know who is on the other line, have a dream and foresee an accident or a new baby. We don’t usually discredit those little signs that present themselves, but when a person starts talking out loud to an invisible person in their room, they’re crazy. Somehow, the line between acceptable and possible paranormal activity is quite gray to me, meaning I believe anyone has the potential to experience things like I described, but not everyone is willing.

The Old Man and His Dog: A tedious and yet annual event in my town is college moving day, and the landlords around here have conveniently scheduled move in day to be 2 weeks after move out day. So for 14 days or so, college kids around the city find storage bins, garages, and trailers to stuff their belongings into and crash on couches until their new leases begin. I was staying at my boyfriend’s house during this time, while he was away visiting family. I had heard from his roommates that the house was haunted, but never before seen or heard anything. During my stay, I woke up early one morning with the heightened sense I was not alone. When I looked down at the foot of the bed I saw an old man with a plaid flannel shirt standing up with a black dog beside him. I knew he didn’t intend any harm, but it was a little freaky. I did have to get up and turn the lights on.

These are just a few of my paranormal experiences. If you ‘re craving more, check out my post on Paradise Road, a real Wisconsin Urban Legend. I list my many ghost sightings there.

Want to know more about coincidences? I recently read The Celestine Prophecy by James Redfield and did a book review about his theory of humankind becoming more in tune with our coincidences.

Please share with me your thoughts and stories about the spirit world. Has anything like this happened to you?

As always, Happy Halloween! See you Friday for another guest post blog hop with the Life List Club, costumes not necessary…yet.

Monday Mash Up: Best of the Ghoulie Awards

Hey All, it’s been awhile since I’ve done a mash-up, but lately I’ve been satisfied by such awesome ghost and mystery blogs, that I had to do a mash up for those of you interested in the strange just like me.

First one comes from the amazing Catie Rhodes, over at Full-Tilt Backwoods Boogie.  If you haven’t checked out Catie’s blog yet, you’re missing out!  She posts on 80’s cult classics, historical southern serial killers and big time murders, all things Bonnie and Clyde!, and forces invites her husband along on many cave/creepy jaunts.  Her post, The Ghosts of Longhorn Cavern, was full of interviews and film footage, and the duo’s own personal ghost catch on camera.  What are you waiting for?

Full of Fabooolousness, Tiffany White writes about things that make you go Oooo.  Her post on The Kiss and Kill Murder was a fascinating murder story, but it also comes to her from her mom’s hometown school days.  Take a walk through High School, if you dare, and learn the story of Mack Herring and Betty Williams.

One of my favorite new bloggers is Ellie Ann who started up Spirit Saturday.  Every saturday she writes about a new possible spirit or legend.  I had fun reading her post on The Weretiger, a story told by a missionary about a shaman in Thailand.  Go get your say in on whether it really happened like he said!

Mindi Anders is a religious cult survivor.  Intrigued?  If you’re unfamiliar with her work in progress, Playing God, you can hop over to her sight by clicking the link to check out the synopsis.  She recently did an interview with writer, Matt Shields at his blog explaining why writing about her experience leaving a cult is more therapeutic than therapy.  Check out Buffy the Cult Slayer.

In some sort of world where you get the opportunity of a lifetime and you’re invited to go on a ghost hunt with a paranormal investigative team, you’d be my friend, Mark Petruska.  Mark just got that opportunity and wrote about the ghosties he encountered, some of which weren’t nice, in Just Another Night in the Ghost Hunting Business.  If you believe in ghosts you’ll be freaked out, if not, maybe Mark will change your mind.

That’s the Best of the Ghoulie Awards this week.  Any others I missed?  Leave a link to them below, I love ghost stories and mystery!

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