My Victorian. My True Ghost Stories. SEGMENT #3. Last Chance to Win!

Welcome to A Writer’s Mind! A very Happy Halloween to you. This is by far one of the most intense days of the year. Why? Well, to my mind it is the one day of the year that many in the world take the time to think about ghosts. (Spirits) For that alone, I’m grateful for this holiday. And yes, it's always a blast to dress up and have fun with friends!

That aside, on this day I give credence to one thing. Those who practice ‘spiritualism.’ By definition… “The spirit world, according to Spiritualism, is the world inhabited by spirits. Though a concept of a spirit world is in the constitution of most religions, it is not "itself the religion". Whereas religion regards an inner life, the spirit world is regarded as an external environment for spirits. Though independent from the natural world, both the spirit world and the natural world are in constant interaction. Through mediumship, these worlds can consciously communicate with each other. The spirit world of Spiritualism can be described by mediums in trance.”

To all you Mediums, Shamans and of course, Spirits… Salute!

As many of you know, this is day three of me talking about the many paranormal events that have taken place in my house. And, as aformentioned, these are events that took place after we began home construction. (To read up on the origins of my Victorian and the numerous events that have already happened here, click Day#1 and Day #2)

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I suppose I should start at the beginning. The day we tore a hole in our kitchen wall to put in French doors. All went well during the day. Yes, it was odd seeing a tarp flapping in the wind, dusting my hardwood floors with sawdust and leaves. But it became even odder that evening. Downright supernatural.

(This event was experienced by my husband (skeptic) and mother-in-law, at two separate times during the early morning hours between midnight and four AM)

The first event happened to my husband who was up late working. He started to hear a rumbling coming from downstairs. Thinking something was wrong he went down only to find the pocket doors shaking in their brackets. Nothing else was shaking so we can nix the Earthquake theory. Shortly thereafter, all the pots and pans in the kitchen rattled for about ten seconds, then stopped. (Try timing out 10 seconds. It's longer than you might think) He said he got the shivers but shrugged it off. Hours later, my mother-in-law was sitting on the couch when the pocket doors right behind her started rumbling intensely. That lasted about five seconds. But it was more than enough time for her to turn and watch them, stunned.

One week later, I had my first ‘full body apparition’ experience. While I always believed in the paranormal and had many experiences this event sealed the deal.

I woke up in the middle of the night with a man standing over my bed. He was whitish blue and dressed in some sort of uniform. I also remember that he wore a hat that looked to be either a 20’s, maybe 30’s sort of style. I recall thinking… I'm dreaming. Close your eyes, count to five, then open them, he’ll be gone. So I did. He wasn’t! Damned if he wasn’t still standing there. There’s fear… then there’s fear. I ducked my head and ran from my bed so fast it was ridiculous.

Not sure why I continually respond to the paranormal like this when it’s all around me. Human instinct? Self preservation? Don’t know. None-the-less, I got as far as the hallway before I said to myself, “Where are you going to go? Spirits are everywhere you idiot. Face it.” So I did. I walked right back into my bedroom. He was gone. I don’t think he meant to scare me to begin with. I think he was probably surprised I could see him.

Moving on to the tenant’s experience (Lives in a renovated addition to the house that used to be the barn. This is the most violent any spirit has ever become). But I think spirits tend to feed off the high emotional state and energy level of teenagers. In this case it was the tenant’s son and his friend walking through the basement. An object literally flew off the shelf at them. The household also reports disembodied voices and having seen a full bodied apparition walk up their stairs.

I have seen and experienced so much over the years and have many more stories to share but figure I’ll dish them out every Halloween. Make it sort of a tradition. With any luck, I’ll have some pics and EVP’s for you next year.

If you have any, I would LOVE to hear some of your haunted stories. Perhaps I'll hold a blog event next year where authors, even readers, share their paranormal experiences. Kind of a gathering where we 'get it all off our chests'. If you think I should host an event of 'true stories' for a Halloween blog event next year, say so! What a wonderful way to spend Halloween. Chatting ghosts!

It's been a pleasure opening up to you this season and I wish you a truly spooktacular Samain’s Eve.

Be good. Or bad. You choose. *winks*

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