I grew up in the trailer parks of Northern California, where the meth crisis is at its peak. Our property was always a graveyard for axel-greased car parts and gutted cars. Tractors get overtaken with weeds almost instantly if they’re not used. And just beyond this hell hole was a cherry orchard. When there wasn’t food in the cupboards, I’d spend all day in the peach orchard, gorging on fruit, my shoeless feet caked in dirt, my hair unwashed for days on end.
Just over 5 years ago, I attended my sister's 30th birthday bash in our local village Con Club. We live in Hayfield which is ancient village in The Peak District, known for its feature in the BBC series, 'The Village' and with evidence of inhabitation since pre-Roman times. It is recorded in the Domesday Book of 1086 as ‘Hedfelt’, part of the Royal Forest of the Peak. Despite its isolated location it was an important settlement, most probably because it was situated on an ancient packhorse route between Cheshire and Yorkshire and the line of a former Roman road between Buxton and Glossop. There are still a number of historic buildings in the village, with parts of St Matthew’s Church dating from 1386, although it was largely rebuilt in the early 1800s. Nearby Fox Hall dates from 1625.
One summer, a friend and I decided to explore an abandoned psychiatric hospital that was set to me torn down in the fall. We did some quick research on the place and found out that it’s patrolled quite often and so technically, it would be trespassing if we were caught. It would take us about a 20 minute walk through the woods to get to one side of the large group of buildings and we had to do it in our pants and long sleeves to avoid being seen and protect ourselves from the thick woods. I had to bring my camera too, everything was so morbid and it seemed as though the place had just been picked up in one day and abandoned. There were so many buildings to explore. A men’s ward, women’s ward, recreation building, a building for the criminal insane, a few other buildings for medical, and of course the morgue.
It is almost Halloween and there I am, somewhere, I can't see exactly where but first I´m all alone, seconds later I´m walking alongside one of my aunts (one of my dad´s sisters) and seconds later I´m in a room talking with my mother, don´t remember at all about what but there was my sister too and she went out, as I see through the window there she is, then I went out running for her. I saw a couple of guys approaching, minutes later I´m fighting with them in a dead end, I guess protecting my little sister. And there I am fighting them and somehow I grab one of them by the neck with just my right arm, I picked him up, he kicked me in the stomach but I took him with my other arm and through him, then I wasn´t just fighting them I was hitting them without any mercy. Then just pieces, the image is almost gone, I´m waking up alone in my bed like any other regular day. It felt so real, even knowing it was just a dream. I was like a monster or had the strength of one, I never saw a face, not even mine but it felt like it was me somewhere in a creepy place getting ready for Halloween and there were pumpkins everywhere, these guys were approaching, so I just ran to protect her because she was alone out there but I could see her through the window and somehow I was so fast and strong to do what I did to them, I think I could almost kill them but I have no idea cause then I woke up like I normally do but with a weird feeling. I thought it was so real because it felt so.
My sister takes life in stride, a feat I will probably never master. She always considers herself to be in the right place, at the right time; this optimism and fearlessness in the face of what she may not understand is more than likely what lead her, in the literal and existential sense, to capture this photo on Friday, February 17th, 2017, shortly after six in the morning.
In our world of electronics, pandemics and imbalance, there are some things that remain the same. Take this picture for instance. My granddaughter and I were walking around an old cabin on a tourist site here in Calgary when we took some pictures inside one of the cabins. We took multiple pictures inside, and this one seems to show seven or maybe eight darkened oval shapes that remind me of heads. Another picture show what looks like one person standing with one oval shaped head, but this one could be the family.
March 21, 2014, is that day in my life that haunts me in my sleep and even at times when I'm seemingly wide awake.
When we think of having a paranormal experience, we normally think of something traumatic happening to the one who tells the story. As for me, I am one the opposite side of the spectrum. In February of 2017, I almost took my life, but before I could end myself, Hel, the Norse Goddess of the Underworld, exploded from nowhere and stopped me from a vain death. To this day, She still is a huge driving force in my life and I wouldn’t be here if it wasn’t for Her choice to stop my suicide.
The year was 1976. I had just finished my mathematics class and thought to go to the bathroom. Suddenly I was rushed by the school bullies Jimmy and Michael, who I believe get offended by my good grades.
This is an old photo from 1958 when I was 10 years old. I was visiting my older cousins to let them see me in my gown. I was on my way to a piano recital and this image was taken in their living room. There is a lot of wear and tear in this iamge and the sun is shining through a window onto the floor on the right. There is one thing however that is not a result of the sun or age. If you look at the arm of the couch on the right you can see the pattern of the sunlight that Aligned with the light on the floor. There is a white arc of light that goes over the arm of the chair and appears to look as if the furniture is worn but it is not. When you look at the seat of the chair there is a small gray area in the middle of the light that is adjacent to the arc.
Edward pulled a few more bones from around him, in hope to cover himself completely, avoiding being detected by the object and whatever was coming from below. It was now reaching the top of the sea of bones. The skeletal remains toppled downwards from the mound this being was creating, as it made its way to the top to greet the object.