So, before I keep going, I need to go slightly off topic for a minute…someone messed with the first part of this story. I mean they really messed with it, because I remember specifically mentioning that I drove from Texas to Michigan, about twenty two hours. Somehow that got removed from my final post. I tried taking it down, tried editing it afterwards, but every time, the same block of text went missing. This is going to require some investigation.
I am a Gemini and I get cool chills down my spine and the coldness hits every vertebrate on the way down to my tail bone. Frighteningly, I hear high pitched noises that bring shock to my ear and spooks me. I feel the other side of me trying to escape through the chills and I question the high pitched screams inside whether or not they are actually there. Every time I fall asleep it’s peaceful but I fight to wake back up, feeling the pain of the of the old hag sitting on my chest. Able to do nothing about it but look around at my surroundings and hope she goes away. Feeling nothing but her dead weight sinking in more and more.
That’s me, with my back to the camera. I was only eight at the time.
This is usually the part of the story where I open with some quip or a deep introspective analysis of my character development over time. Yeah, no at this point I was terrified beyond all reason.
Hello, and welcome to my first blog post ever. I wanted to start writing again after a long time of not doing it, so I thought, why not try to get a little bit of it out there? So, here we have the first story I'll be sharing with pieces, among others I'm sure. These stories will be ongoing works, spanning over my posts, so be sure to check back in if you like what you read! Feedback is welcome!
Throughout my life, I was a skeptic of ghosts. I didn't really believe that ghosts were real. When I got older, maybe about 16-17, I started to come around to believe that there could be such thing as ghosts. Things happen to us, but there are some that can't be explained. As I started university, I chose a residence that is allegedly supposed to be haunted. The excitement grew to move into this residence, and I am here to tell you about how it feels.
Reegan was ready for bed. After a long day, she knew it wouldn't take long for her to fall asleep. She did her nightly routine and then crawled into her warm bed. After snuggling under her big comforter, she was asleep in under five minutes. Reegan never had nightmares, not really. If she did they were few and far between. But right now, she was experiencing a bad one.
If my ancestors had settled in a predominantly Christian/Puritan area in the late 16th century — and in the Western side of the world — I'd probably never have been born. Because they were mostly healers (and women), they'd likely have been accused of witchcraft and burned at the stake after correctly diagnosing that the neighbor's kid went insane because of a rabies-infected dog; or the neighbor's milk spoiled because they totally forgot they had milk in the first place.
During the night sleep can be fleeting. a branch against a window and sound like witches fingernails, or the house settling can sound like ghoulish moans. being afraid of the dark is a primitive reaction, and most of the time our minds can churn out tons of logical explanations when things get weird.
You know that moment when you're in middle school and your trying to fit in and you experiment with certain things? Well, my experiment was black magic. I know, your probably wondering... why black magic? You see, I was an outcast at school. I didn't fit into any of the cliques that there was, so I was trying to find a way to fit in. That's when I had come across this website with a bunch of different spells, or rituals if you would prefer, for almost everything you could think of. I honestly just thought it was a hoax , but then I tried a few of them.
I had lived and grew up in Chicago for the most part of my life and in the 1970s. The places to hang out when you are in your twenties was at Addison Rocks, Montrose and Diversy harbors where you could walk the lake front on large bleached boulders that are no longer there and the totem poll that stands alone on; and let's not forget the beer can made of stone at the lake front. Enjoying the sounds of the Hari Kristnas who always had nectar on hand as you stroll from Montrose on the lake to Fullerton or you could go to Addison Rocks where all artists seem to be... adding their voices with paint to the rocks that lined the shore line, I always felt the artists should have charged admission to visualize their works of art made of chalk.