What is on the other side of the door? All I want to know is what's on the other side of the door. But I can never get close enough to open it.
I may work as a psychic and energetic healer. I may be getting more accustomed to my mediumship abilities. But, I am repeatedly seeing how vast and intricate this place is that we find ourselves in right now. This place brings to me a feeling of awe that is unprecedented, and I feel more and more humble every single day.
What I'm submitting now is true: None of what you are about to read is made up in any way.
I’ve come to an understanding of what I believe can be called "ghosts." They’re not the over-the-top, horror movie Halloween decoration concoctions people like to scoff at. Consequently, these stories may not be the wild Reddit-style horror stories many people seek out but rather a subtler record of the paranormal events in my life. What’s left over when we’re gone is very, even if inexplicably, real.
In the small city of Skagway, Alaska, on Broadway Street there is a building built with planks cut by the town’s founder, Captain William Moore. This building is interesting for three reasons: a bit of naughty history, pizza, and a haunting.
On 17th Street in Tuscaloosa, Alabama there is a home that is hailed as the most haunted in Alabama. It is called the Drish House which was formerly known as Monroe Place. Built mostly by slaves for John Drish and his wife on a plot of 450 acres, it was a beautiful home styled in both the Greek and Italian Renaissance style. However, as beautiful as it was, darkness from its past marred its beauty.
May I start by saying, I think I might have hit the jackpot with this. And no - not the actual jackpot but this information is right on the money.
Spirits are all around us. Most of the time we don't realize it because we can't see them. Or can we? Sometimes if they want to be seen they will make an appearance. I was able to meet my Grandfather—who had passed away seven years before I was born. Feeling a little weird yet, you haven't read anything yet.
When I was a young girl, I didn't really wonder about death or heaven or hell. My worries were that if it rains I will be bored in my house and not be able to play outside. Back in the 80s, sitting outside with your friends was the "it" thing. To me, life was simply perfect, and I had no care in the world. Boy did life have a plan to wake me up.
A Messeurs Simmons and Featherstone, writing in letters dated respectively January 1882 and 1883, both related their odd, ghostly experiences while residing at Meggernie Castle, in Glen Lyon, Perthshire, Scotland. Both men were there strictly for grouse shooting; although, truth be told, neither relate how well they did or did not succeed in this particular undertaking.
One of the weirdest stories I've ever heard was told by parapsychologist Peter Jordan at a speaking engagement at Ball State University, 20 years ago. His talk was great on every angle, but the real kicker was his last tale, which involved, if you can believe it, the actor Telly Savalas.
I didn’t mean to kill her. She...she was just there. I couldn’t control my thoughts. Where do I hide the body? Will I get caught? Will I ever be able to go back to a normal life? So many questions and no words to answer them. A rush of adrenaline courses through my body as I try to figure out what to do next. The first thing that comes to mind is to hide the body and get out with no trace left behind. I didn’t think a second more, just acted. Taking the body I headed towards the car. My heart pounding in my chest threatening to burst. Setting the body down on the asphalt parking lot, I open the trunk. I looked up at the full moon and knew I was doomed. I picked up the body and shoved it in the trunk slamming the trunk lid down, but the hand that was sticking out was severed and hit the ground hard with a thud. Grabbing the hand, I jumped into the driver's seat and began to wait for an idea of where to take her to come to me. Finally, an idea came to mind. Drive to the cemetery’s forest, walk to the middle and bury the body. I started the car and went on my way, the gravel rattling under the tires...