It has been just over a month since I have written an update on the paranormal activity in our house, which was the previous blog post with the pretty creepy disembodied voice accidentally captured in a video. Here is the link to that post. Have a listen if you haven't already:
Ghost Voice Captured on Recording
Only one unusual thing has transpired since then
so I was pretty much waiting for more incidents to happen so I could provide
you with a nice tidy report on more than just one thing. However, ghosts are
flighty and unpredictable and have not done anything else in that time frame
besides the one thing I am about to tell you about.
Okay, admittedly, there was the incident last
weekend when two lawn chairs freakishly overturned on the lawn into identical
positions without human or wind intervention and then just tonight an upstairs
light mysteriously turned off all by itself; and yesterday I could smell my
grandmother’s perfume throughout the downstairs for about an hour (which was especially strange as I am
currently under attack from a ridiculously horrible viral infection and can
smell pretty much nothing—not even an onion I was chopping) but I can’t say
with 100% conviction that these more minor incidents are of a paranormal
nature. I am pretty sure they are as
there are no other logical explanations for any of them but “pretty sure” is
not 100%, so I digress.
It is not unusual that the paranormal incidents
are sporadic. I’ve witnessed unexplained occurrences many days in a row, then
nothing for weeks. Having said that, though, who really knows how often things
occur and it just so happens that no one sees or hears it at that time?
So the voice on the video recording happened
around April 9th. I can shrug off most ghostly encounters after a
day or two but this one stayed with me longer than that due to the fact that it
was very clear to me that something I couldn’t see but was capable of speaking
into a recording device, was in very close proximity to me, and communicating
with me by telling me to pay close attention and listen to the recording (for
reasons which are still sort of unclear). It is one thing to know you have
ghosts/spirits/entities that come and go, but it’s quite another to have one
standing next to you while it talks directly to you. I am happy, however, that
its voice is on the recording because that is solid proof I can present to whomever
wants to hear it.
About a week after the ghostly voice recording,
something else unusual happened.
I was in bed reading around 10:00
p.m. Shaun was asleep. Winston, the cat, was downstairs asleep. The house was
very quiet. As I was laying there reading, I heard a noise like something
moving in the room. I thought maybe Winston had come in, although he usually
walks quite silently and you only know he’s there when he hops up on the bed.
I had left the bedroom door ajar a
few inches so I glanced towards it but it hadn’t moved. I concluded it was not
Winston and dismissed it and continued reading. A minute or two later I heard
the same noise again in the room. I cannot say what the noise was exactly. The same sorts of noises happen
in my dining room a LOT but they are hard to describe. It sounds like things
being moved around or set down on a table or other hard surface. I looked
around the bedroom (lit by my reading lamp) but couldn’t see anything moving or
happening to account for the noise. I was hoping that this would be my chance
to see a tv remote, perfume bottle, hair brush, anything at all, hovering in the
air, seemingly all by itself but in reality would actually be a ghost messing
around with my stuff. More than anything, I want visual proof.
But no---nothing was physically
moving. I went back to reading again. A minute or so went by and I inexplicably
felt a very noticeable cool breeze across my left arm. I would estimate it
lasted about 5-10 seconds. I looked at my arm while it was happening, unsure of
what I thought I’d see (but hey, the house is
haunted so you never know).
It felt like the window was open
and the wind was blowing in. I knew I had not opened the window, but to rule it
out, I looked to check and sure enough, it was closed. There were no fans on.
There are no other sources of wind or anything in the room that could make a
breeze.
Still hoping to visually witness
something to account for this, I continued glancing around my bedroom after the
breeze sensation stopped. Nothing else odd happened. It was over as quickly as
it began. I read a few more pages and then turned out the lamp for some shut-eye.
If an entity was responsible for
the breeze on my arm, I can’t help but wonder if it is the same one in the
audio recording. The incidents were about a week apart. I don’t know much
beyond the facts that there are ghosts here, they come and go, they speak,
touch, make noise, sometimes you can smell them, and sometimes they
materialize.
What does a feeling of a breeze on
your arm mean, anyway? Was a ghost touching me? Was that its hand reaching out
to get my attention?
I cannot say for sure but from all
my paranormal research and findings, it certainly could be that. Many people have
reported feeling cold sensations when in the presence of an entity. For reasons
we don’t understand, this is often how they present themselves: a sudden
intense cold spot in a room or a chilling feeling throughout your body if the
spirit is close enough to you. However, I personally know a few people who have
been in very close proximity to a ghost (myself included) and no cold
sensations were detected.
But this was a cool breeze. On my
arm. I have absolutely no other explanation for it.
This is not the first incident in
which someone in this house was touched by a ghost. Perhaps the most unnerving
occurrence of this was during a family dinner in 2011. We had about a dozen people
at the dinner table. My mother was sitting to my left and my teenage niece to
my right. Suddenly and with no explanation, I could feel someone touching my
left thigh. It felt exactly like if someone pressed their finger into your leg
and was moving it upward. It wasn’t a light touch, either. Whatever was
responsible wanted to be noticed. I lifted the tablecloth so I could see what
the heck was happening but nothing was visible, yet the feeling of an unseen
hand or finger was still there.
At the exact same time, my niece
announced that something was moving the chair she was sitting in, in the space
between her and me. This lasted several seconds and then both the hand on my
leg and the movement of her chair abruptly stopped. The cause of this bizarre activity
could not be determined, even after several visual inspections underneath the
table. My mom spoke up to tell us she was not surprised because several nights
before when she was in bed, she felt a hand on her shoulder. She lived alone in
the house at that point. Well, except for the ghostly residents.
In summary, a ghost can touch you
if they want to. And from personal experience, believe me when I say they can
talk to you. They can sit or stand right next to you. In fact, I am pretty much
of the mindset that they can do just about anything.
Except housework. Not once have
they ever done that.
Come on you guys…fold a towel. Put
dishes away. Clean the bathroom. I know you are perfectly capable.
I leave you with this side note,
which I am being reminded of while pondering why ghosts won’t do housework. In
the nearby town of Liverpool, Nova Scotia, I once read in a true ghost story
book that one of the residents happened to have his winter firewood stored in
his basement. It was just sort of thrown in there, not neatly piled as he hadn’t
gotten around to it yet. He lived alone except for his resident ghost, which he
was well aware of. One day he went out somewhere for a short time and when he
returned home, he went into his basement for something. Imagine his surprise to
find his firewood stacked up. And not in the normal way one would stack
firewood---his was piled up in an intricate, almost impossible fashion. No one
had access to his house. And the amount of time it would take a human to pile
wood into the design in which he found it, did not even come close to the short
amount of time he was gone.
This proves they can do chores. I can unequivocally tell
you however, that mine do not.
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