| Part One If you want to read one of the very first things (and one of the scarier things!) that have happened to me, read my story in Obiwan's ghost story page. I think it's called "Camp Ghost". It happened to me when I was in eight grade so that would've been (hmm.. *thinks*) 11 years ago? I think that would be the right math. Sheesh.. 1986.. yup.. that would make it right. Here goes my strange experiences. They are numerous, although I have kind of shut myself off to it as much as possible in the last four years or so because of some of the things that have happened to me. You could probably call me a medium because I have actually communicated with spirits, although I didn't have any control over who I talked to. I had a pretty open channel, which I'm sure I could've trained myself to be more selective if I had chosen to. Things got quiet and I kind of dismissed what had happened to me in 1986 and really didn't think about it too much. I would get "visits" from my Grandfather when I was feeling lonely, confused or just sad. I always knew it was him, because he had a certain feel and scent to him. Unfortunately, since I have made the decision to shut myself off to these sort of things, I have shut myself off to my deceased loved ones as well, so I don't get my visits from him anymore. Sorry, I got off the subject, it's just that I really don't know when to begin after that initial contact. My first year in college started out pretty straight. I chose a University that was only 30 miles from my hometown, but had decided to live on campus anyway. In that first year, I made some really good friends and my Resident Advisor (R.A.) was one of my best friends and I later found out that she had dabbled in witchcraft. (A whole different story!!). Also, in that first year, my very best friend of a dozen years decided that I was "evil and demon-possessed" and totally cut contact with me. I am still hurt and torn about this and have no idea why she said this. She had written me a very hurtful letter and said things that took me a very long time to get over. In fact, I don't know if I am over them yet. Soon after this, my interest in the supernatural became more active. Kris (my RA) introduced me and some of the other girls on my floor to others who were dabbling with a Ouija Board. Scary stuff. That first night, we were in this guy's room that Kris knew (I had just met him) and he was using the board with another guy that I didn't know. Immediately, the spirit that they had on the board noticed me. (Note: I hadn't had any supernatural experiences for about 5 years at this time, the last being the one in eighth grade.) It started giving information about me that neither of the people on the board could have known about, some things that my friends in the room knew. Of course, this made me an immediate believer and made me incredibly curious. When these two people were done with the board, it was my turn. I got on and something evil came on and started harrassing the people in the room. It got cold, candles flickered and went out and there was a cold breeze in the room (it was February and the windows were closed and the heaters in the dorms are notorious for making things too warm). It started calling people names and saying things that was going to happen. Needless to say, we freaked and we took our hands off the planchette without properly closing the session. Somebody turned on the lights and we started talking about what had just happened. Suddenly somebody pointed at the board and we all saw that the planchette was doing figure 8's all by itself, as if it were waiting for someone to get back on. All of a sudden it lifted and flew off of the board. Scary, but not scary enough to keep me away. My curiousity was too much for me, I had to go back to it. I learned how to make a home-made board. It was not that hard and it seemed much more receptive to response. I never did make the mistake to go on by myself. This evil, whatever it was, decided to "disguise" itself and got extremely friendly towards me and my friends. Of course, I didn't realize it was the wolf in sheep's clothing. I dabbled with the ouija for quite a few months, but nothing could compare to what was coming to me in the next few months. I met new friends that were self-declared Wiccan witches and warlocks and friends who were interested in hypnotism. A good girl-friend (we were to be roommates the following year) and I were highly suggestable to hypnotism and these guys that liked to play with it loved us for that reason. Little did I know that being hypnotized was going to open a whole new dimension to me. It all started out innocently enough, but soon got out of hand. I am able to remember much of what was happening to me during these hypnotic states and what I remember, scares the living daylights out of me. It opened me up. I was a wide-open door to whoever and whatever decided to take advantage of me. Part Two Alright then, where did I leave off? The ouija board and my soon-to-be room mate and her friends that were into hypnotism, right? It was now starting to warm up into spring of 1991 and I had had a tough first year of college. I loved it, but I had had a lot of things happen to me. This was about the time that I hooked up with Robyn. We had a class together and she lived in the same dorm as I did and we got to be really good friends. She was really a flirt and knew a lot of guys, so I figured she was a beneficial person to be around since I was single at the time. Besides that, she really was a lot of fun and we got along really well. That spring was fun and scary, we played with the ouija more and she met these two guys (I can't remember their names) and they were really interested in hypnotism. Robyn and I thought, what the heck, we'd try anything and let them hypnotize us. That spring was pretty calm, nothing too strange (other than our behavior!) seemed to happen. They had us do some silly things. It wasn't until the next fall and winter that things really started to get out of control. The next year, I had my first "real" boyfriend. He had me sunk for him, but (as I was later to find out) he was really bad news and got me into the paranormal even more. We would ouija together and got some really strange spirits on the board. We got to the point that he was letting himself become "possessed" by lots and lots of different spirits and so was I. I remember having conversations with three or four different entities that were fighting for control over me. Scary stuff. At this time though, I was letting them, and not fighting it too much. Brian was worse, he lied to everyone around him and eventually flunked out of school and ended up moving home spring quarter. I was going to get into the hypnotism bit. (Sorry that I'm getting everything mixed up, but it happened such a long time ago that I am having problems remembering the sequence of how things happened.) That spring, without Brian (the boyfriend) around, Robyn and I had a good time. We drank a lot and played around with the supernatural and hypnotism. The scariest thing that happened to me under hypnosis is seeing a horrible demon flying towards my face. I was the only one who could actually see it, but other people felt the disturbance in the room and say they saw candle flames bend in the draft that the thing produced. I got to know this demon that I refered to simply as "IT" very well. At first it was my best friend until stranger things started happening that really started to scare me and started to make me second guess my involvement in the supernatural. It was at this point that I started refusing hypnotism and having anything take over my body. This really seemed to piss IT off and he started beating me. I remember being choked, slapped, hit and scratched by this thing and then having the bruises and scratch marks all over my body to prove it. Robyn enlisted the help of a friend that was in one of our classes who was Wiccan and had said that he had experience with these sort of things. He was more able to handle this demon than I was. I was just bewildered and had no idea what was going on. I was scared all the time and it got to the point that I couldn't even hide what was happening to me anymore. I would be walking down the street muttering and people that didn't believe me thought I was literally going crazy. I felt like I was. Jay (our Wiccan friend) showed me how to channel myself and protect myself against IT. He really did help me out a lot and eventually I learned how to keep myself under control and and build psychic protection against IT. Jay and I became pretty good friends. He said he knew I was in trouble the first time he ever saw me because I was so open to anything. It was like a glow attracting anything and everything that happened to pass by. He taught me how to control that and lock it if need be. I began to see into my past lives. (You know, my husband knows about much of this, but I have never written or told anybody everything so this is kind of hard for me. I know how unbelieveable it sounds, if it hadn't happened to me I think I would've been very skeptical.) I remember having dreams about being burned and about fire so I started digging into my family history. I found out some very interesting tidbits about my ancestory. Remember the Salem Witch Hunts and Trials? I have an ancestor who was burned at the stake after being accused of witchery. I think her name was Anne Greene if you want to check into it. Interesting, huh? I started piecing it together bit by bit. And started putting things together. Apparantly, she must have had the same psychic abilities that have been passed down in the generations, an ability that I have seemed to inherit. A lot of the women on my mother's side have reported having seen ghosts and "feelings". I guess I just got most of it. It's kind of an eccentric family. Ok, sorry about that, I got off of the subject again. That summer was wierd. I had things following me around a lot of the time and communicating with me. I was never alone. IT was always there, waiting for it's chance, for when I would let my guard down. I remember waking up one night scared. I was a camp counselor doing day camp so there were no kids around. I was lying on my cot with a horrible sense of forboding. All of a sudden I remember feeling my face get slapped and a huge pressure being put on my chest. I was suffocating. It was horrid. I remember just starting to call out for help, psychically (I didn't want to wake anyone up and feel stupid) and all of a sudden the weight on my chest was lifted and I could breathe again. That's the only time I remember something like that happening to me, but I could always feel IT watching me and waiting. Another time I remember touring this school (it was a converted estate) that another counselor had gone to. We had become pretty good friends and she knew some of the things that were going on with me. She said this school was haunted and I wanted to go see it. I think it was her way to validate everything I was telling her. Anyway, we went and as soon as I walked into the house I knew things about it. I started telling Mo (my friend) the history of the school and what each room used to be and what it looked like before it was converted. This convinced her because she hadn't told me anything at all about it, just that it was supposedly haunted and that it used to be someone's house. I remember going into the basement and having to leave again. There was such sadness there. Hrmm, I gotta get going. There is more to tell, but right now I just don't have the time. I have to get on with life. My living room needs to be cleaned and dinner needs to be cooked ... skeptika's note: This is a little extreme and I wonder about the person telling the story. It should be noted that the Salem Witch Trials were mostly hysteria and the remainder was no more than cold-blooded murder by mob. The people who were murdered as a result of the Trials were not witches and they were hanged and pressed to death, not burned. I have a relative who was hanged in Salem so I take an interest in the history as well. |
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