Ghostly Wind

The wind is moaning as it blows through the patio.

I’m sitting at the computer located in the room next to that patio. It’s my favorite of the two spots where I do my writing. The curtains are drawn but just enough light filters through so I don’t have to turn on any lamps.

The dim, shadow-filled room coupled with the sound of the wind sharpens my sensitivity. My inner connection opens wide, ebbing and flowing, pulsing with the sound.

Today I hear ghosts. Low moaning ones. Sometimes only one or two. Other times, what seem to be great hordes of wailing spirits. Shrieking.

I break out in goosebumps from head to toe. I feel creeped-out. It’s a feeling I’ve had more than a few times.

Why? Oh yes, I remember why.

Ghosts have stories to offer. I know, for I have written them after previous encounters just like today.

I wonder. What will they bring me this time? Scary stuff, I’m sure. Hopefully not so scary that I awaken from nightmares and run screaming from the apartment.

The restless shades of the departed are all around.

One story I see has multiple souls caught in some kind of negative spiral or something. Other ones include graveyards, piers, and deep forests. All seem to have fog involved. It figures…fog is creepy. Oh, and a big train that appears in my back yard. I wonder how that works since I live in an apartment.

These are just preliminary thoughts and I’m already somewhat spooked.

Golly, that wind really sounds scary!

Strangeness

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There’s never been any doubt that the apartment we live in is haunted. The presence we’ve both felt here has always seemed to be friendly and never gone beyond doing little things like making noises or thumps.

Now something new has started. Something is turning on the hot water in the bathroom sink. It’s happened several mornings in a row. Each time I’ll suddenly hear water running and when I walk into the bathroom the faucet will be turned on about a quarter of the way and steaming hot water will be running into the sink. I’m the only one present when it happens and I know I didn’t leave the water on.

We’re preparing to move to another place and frankly I’m glad since these ghosts or whatever seem to be getting more energetic.

On The Edge Of Somewhere

We were driving west along a state highway in northern California. Just kind of staying alert enough to keep the car aimed in the right direction. The scenery was nice and green and hilly but nothing spectacular. We had driven the same road countless times.

All of a sudden my wife said, “Now that’s strange!”

I glanced over at her and saw that she was looking intently out the window at something.

“Hey,” she said. “Can you pull the car over and stop on the shoulder?”

I pulled over and asked, “What’s up?”

“The water in that creek. It’s flowing in the wrong direction. We’re going downhill but it’s going uphill”

Sure enough the creek, which should have been flowing in the same direction we were traveling, was now flowing in the opposite direction. We got out of the car for a closer look. There was a strangeness in the air. Total quiet prevailed. Even the energetic little creek was making no sound. No birds flying around and no traffic on the road. It was as if we were in or at least on the edge of a different world. I noticed the hair was standing up on the back of my neck. My wife broke out in goosebumps. We quickly decided it would be a good idea to return to the car and get the heck away from there. Within a very short distance we observed that the water was again flowing in the right direction and things seemed normal.

Were we at a place where there was a dimensional shift or maybe a parallel world overlap? I don’t really know. We’ve come across a number of strange places in the foothills and mountains of the west. Places where the air shimmered and there was the feeling of an unseen presence nearby. I’ve heard them called portals or doors to other realms. Some of them have felt positive and light filled while other ones have had a dark, alien feeling.

We’ve tried to keep a healthy distance from all of them although on occasion we’ve been a lot closer than was comfortable.