Parents, be sure to review all reading material before blindly handing it off to a child to read. Sometimes I write things that may be beyond the emotional and mental grasp of a delicate mind. Be kind to all children. Be light. Be love. Be wise.
Is it possible, you may be the filth you're always complaining about in others. Yes! It is. You don't even know the people your are putting so much aggravation into. Claiming the fault always lies with them. Again you don't know them. Maybe you knew them once for a time. It's possible you truley didn't know them while you knew them. It can be said that the filth you proclaim of another is truly your own. Yes that's the real truth isn't it. You have become so risen within your stackable pedistool of filthy lies. Manipulating every avenue of opportunity to gain success, minuting others around you to nothing. There's nothing anyone close to you can do to stop you because they fear the abuse you impart onto them. Hugging them after you bruise them. So much confusion. So much thin skin. You may be able to carry on for many more years with your insane cruelties. Weaving in and out of lives around you to gain support. Entrapping your acquaintances into guilt with your lavish charm and betraying eyes. I am a lucky one. I broke away from your unbearable tyranny. Your bitching and nagging, shaming and belittleing. I had strength even at my weakest times. I felt the chill of death while in your moments of time. Gut check day after day with you in site. Sadness to those still in your spell. Gratitude from me since I broke free. I do see and I can speak. I can tell the truth you're hiding. Oh let me ask you something.."Can you breathe?" Those lies will not crumble and break away they only suffocate you while setting the rest free.
P.s...... Read it over as many times until you wake TF up!
I hear a lot of stories about people seeing ghosts in long white gowns. This always was strange to me since I always seen them just the way they died. And I got so sick of being frightened that I did my best to lock them out of my mind or block them from my vision. I got pretty darn good at it too. Ghosts would always show up to me typically when I was in the presence of anyone that was mentally unstable.
And Since I had been cutting off services to visiting ghosts I started to get strange things happening around me. You've heard of these, the typical flickering light or strange noise...........
I had become pregnant and made new friends, exciting fun time full of love and new possibilities, however one of the new friends was dealing with something dark. She had a lingering desire to commit suicide and she told me it wasn't because She wanted it, but that the spirit knawing away at her mind wanted it. And it wanted it bad. With that she felt she needed to be medicated and it seemed to work a little. However one day she got an idea that she was all better and didn't need her medication so she quit completely. Only her husband could tell something was awry. I on the other hand was getting some very strange things happening in my tiny little house. It was the cutest little home and I felt snug living within it. One day as I napped I dreamed of the woman who was my newest friend. She was just there in an eerily manner simply there in my dream. Words will not do her presence justice. I woke up, very thirsty. Rolled over and off the bed and out I went. It was surreal as I exited my bedroom I instantly walked passed a book shelf on my left. Every single tea light candle was lined up on top of this shelf and they were lit, flickering in different directions. I turned instantly and took it in. I crumpled down my brows and thought real hard about them, then instantly put them all out. Then tuned to get my glass of water. As I took a sip Diana my new mentally ill friend rang my phone. "Hm, strange."... I said aloud and answered. She told me she had a dream about me.
I was totally into the call at this point. She insisted I come over so I went.
All we talked about was paranormal things and my unborn child. She was delighted that I was pregnant. In a creepy way.
Strange things continued to go on. While I was largely eight months pregnant with a leap year baby she rang my phone and she seemed pressed. I had the tv off, however, during our chat the tv turned on and I mentioned it, She told me to open my front door and go out side leaving the door open to let the ghost leave. She insisted I was being haunted. And only she could protect me.
As I stood up I placed my very large Taco Bell cup of water, with no lid, on top, and in the middle of my wooden coffee table. I carefully placed it, and made a mental note that that's where I placed it since strange things kept happening and as soon as I turn my back without a care in the world the "whatever" it was could be heard vigorously grasping my large flimsy plastic cup and slamming it down onto the floor between the couch and coffee table. Not spilling a drop of water. It was perfectly placed and totally creepy!
As I plunder into mental darkness from that totally creepy moment I hear Diana ask me oh what was that sound I heard, was that your cup of water?
I said yes! And told her about it. She pressed harder for me to come to her house so she could protect me. That I was indeed being haunted.
I hung up and drove right over. I barley had a gallon of gas in my tank too. I spent the night that time. We talked about the baby in my belly, she was obsessed. The next morning she told me that I had scared her pretty bad during the night. She told me that I let out the most horrific blood curdling screen she'd ever heard outside of horror films and it was deeply unsettling, she thought to go check on me but resisted do to the fear that there might be a murdering beast in there cutting my child from my uterus. ~her words~ so she lay there awake until the light broke through the curtains and then she felt safe enough to come forward to see about my well being and she really thought she would find me in a bloody mess dead with no baby. On her couch.
Of course I was perfectly fine, however I knew something was up at that moment. She was talking a lot more about how she was going to take care of my baby all the time and you know the wierd things someone says when they want nothing more than the human growing inside you.
I went home and only returned on occasion because of that night. I just knew she was full of crap obsession about my unborn child. Because I was hardly asleep that entire night being that far along i had to pee all night long, and was already a light sleeper. There's no way I screamed like that in my sleep and not woken up or recalled having any horrid dreams.
At home the cup was still on the floor where who ever left it. And the tv turned on and off on the static channel. I had the irritated pregnant additude of "what ever!" And ignored it.
I sat down on my couch to watch the world series but was constantly interrupted because the channel kept changing to the static channel. So unnerving and irritating all at once. I noticed that things settled for a month or so before this because I had stopped going to her house. I was always so drained even if I just spoke to her on the phone.
When I went to bed I felt so uncomfortable and could sense a presence looking at me. I opened my eyes and looked to my right corner where a very tall slender shadow stood. And it stayed until the baby was born. I felt like death was just a moment away and when I left and stopped being friends with Diana the tall shadow never appeared to me again.
We ended our friendship a few months after my baby was born but during that time of friendship so many strange things happened. My puppy vanished right in front of me and I couldn't even tell you which direction he went, he just poofed! Three of my family members died and those things in my little house kept happening. The candles though, those worried me because something was lighting them while I slept and a couple times they were lit while I was awake. I noticed a flickering glow from the frame of the bedroom door that opened right up into the kitchen. Each time I noticed that I'd open the door and those candles would be lit. One time my lantern was placed right in the middle of those little candle and it too was lit. I'd put them out and come back a few min later and they'd be relit.
Since ive moved on with my life seventeen year later I've had maybe two dreams of Diana. I think she finally did end her suffering and possibly her husbands too.
Looking back I realize I was a young pregnant woman who was so close to becoming avictim
of a heinous crime. Maybe the crazy things going on in my little haunted house was trying to tell me something, or maybe it was Diana....
Its already the end of the first week of September, and the creeper season is here! I don't know about you, but, I love this time of year. I get a thrill out of a good ghost story. You can find me scouring through the tv channels searching for a new episode of anything and everything paranormal. I'll even watch reruns.
I expecially enjoy the real life encounters people tell me about. Those are awesome! So I've decided to share one with all of you of my very own paranormal experience. I hope I can put it into words to help you feel as creeped out as I did during my encounter. You'll find it directly below ................................
I was probably eleven years old, my cousin was hanging out with us this weekend and it was already dark out. It was a cool night, I remember I had on pants so that tells me the weather was probably autumn, my cousin, brother, sister, and Mom sitting in a half circle on various recliners and sofas watching tv in our living room. I was bouncing around from room to room lividly bored from the country life when the phone rang, I raced over to the vintage dial up telephone perched on an equally vintage telephone stand against the far north living room wall. I grabbed it up with excitement eagerly saying.."hello!".. silence for a few seconds as I listened for the caller to speak. And then just before he spoke I looked around at all my relatives who was eagerly looking at me with anticipation as they asked "who is it, who is it!" I was silent, frozen with fear. I could hear something but I couldn't make out what it was. My cousin who was sitting at my feet at this point leaned towards me with his eyes growing wider he asked.."is it grandma?".. I couldn't speak, still frozen. And then I heard something. It was a mans voice, and at first it sounded like my uncle when he said.."hey little girl".. but, by the end of the word girl I knew it was wrong. But I said hi anyways and then I went silent again.. my family stared at and as the man spoke again I gained a paleness in my skin that shook my cousin sitting at my feet. He said.. "who is it! Give me the phone!" But he sat frozen at my feet. I turned and looked out the window of the front door that shot right across the yard to the shed at the back of our garage. I nearly fainted from holding my breathe and I hung up the phone slowly as I looked back at my cousin. As he said.." you look like you just saw a ghost!" I told him with a stiff face.."I did" and I pointed to the shed but when every one looked all that was there was a dangling telephone. My cousin asked me what the person said to me and I told him.. He said. " little girl behave, im watching you."
and I told him what I saw.
when I looked out the window, there was a tall man in dated close, his hair was brown wavy scraggly, he was holding the garage phone to his ear and was looking right at me and was learned against the door frame to that shed. His boots were grey and his pants were held up by suspenders, his shirt was worn and dingy almost a sweat stained off white pure cotton. He had an equally brown scraggly beard.
All of us where frightened since we lived in an old school house that had a strange history. Built in the mid 1800s and most of the original building was still in use by us. So I'm sure you can relate when I say none of us went to bed early that night. Frankly I don't recall ever sleeping that night. And I'll never forget the distorted voice I heard and the equally ghost ghost man I saw that night looking directly back at me. It was a clear sign we where not alone..
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