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Psychic Experiences

Subject: Ghost story
Date: Wed, 10 Sep 97 16:28:42 -0000
From: Kevin Kinkade (address available upon request)
To: "Obiwan" (obiwan@ghosts.org)

This story has been on a couple of web sites. Feel free to print it here if you like. My name is Kevin Kinkade and I live in the Hill Country outside of Austin, Texas. I am 41 years old. I might have more stories later.

The Ghosts of the Old Spanish Trail

I have encountered some strange things in the hills of Central Texas since moving there. But first, let me tell a little about some encounters I had with the paranormal, which accelerated latent psychic abilities I had buried in my subconscious.

When I was 18 years old, I was living in Buffalo, New York. The year was 1974 and I had a job in the steel plant. I was on my way down the hall to get in my car and go to work when I thought I had heard a woman's voice call my name from directly behind me. It was around 5:30am and no one was awake but me. The voice sounded to be of a woman in her mid 30's, not at all unpleasant, but the knowledge that I was hearing the voice, when there
was no one there to produce it scared me a little. I went into my sister's room to find her asleep as well as my mother and father. I went ahead to work and forgot about it. About a year later I moved away from Buffalo and ended up in Seattle where my brother was playing in a rock band called "Rail". I was living in the South side in an area called Ranier Beach and my brother was in an area east of the lake called Bellevue and even though we were separated by that body of water, we both experienced similar things. We both would wake up around 4am to find that we were immobile, unable to move even our
eyelids. At the same time, we both heard women's voices. In my case, I heard the sound of two women chanting in a strange language that I couldn't understand. My brother told me that he could hear a group of people in the next room clapping in unison, then it stopped and he heard a woman's voice saying, "Everything you've ever learned in your whole life, is wrong." Both of us couldn't understand what this was all about. Why were we being contacted? A couple of years before that my sister and I had shared a similar
dream experience. In the dream, we were in a clear river where a man looking like a life guard was instructing us on how to breathe the water like air. In her dream, my sister fought the man but in my dream, I was told that this was the only way we could survive. I did as instructed and in the dream felt the sensation of my soul loosening itself from my body and floating out of the water. I later re-entered my body and swam to the surface feeling like a new person. I might also add that our family is very psychic. It is rumored that our great-great grandfather's uncle was a Kickapoo medicine man. These sorts of things were unusual but we had a basis for understanding it. Ever since these occurences though, I have felt my psychic awareness heightened. Maybe sharpened due to being "pushed through the door" by unexplainable events. Anyway, I ended up in Houston and then in Central Texas. I had been living in the Hill Country of Central Texas just outside of Austin. The immediate area I was living in at the time was called Will Barger Creek. Will Barger was a settler who had lived in the area during the time of the struggle for Texas Independence. He had allegedly been scalped by my ancestors, the Kickapoo, and lived to talk about it. I had to move from this 6 acre piece of land to a 3 acre piece of a few miles south of there. The place I left was surrounded by deep woods with an open meadow near the house. This house was a place where musicians and people with a metaphysical background used to meet to have all night musical jam sessions as well as story telling and the sharing of mystical experiences. It is a place with many memories as well as an energy that can only be described as spiritual. In the time before I left piece of land, it had rained quite a bit. That was the spring of this year, 1997. I had to park on the main road and slog through the mud down a road to the house which was in the middle of the 6 acres. One night, just before dusk, I had to go back to my truck, a 64 Chevy, and so I started down the dirt road. It was just that time of night when you're right between day and night. The air was charged with electricity. I looked ahead and thought I saw something. It looked like a dark hooded figure standing in the middle of the road. When I approached, the figure turned and walked into the woods. As I came near to the spot, my blood ran cold and I could feel the "presence" that had passed through. I had to pass the spot on my way back and could feel the same chill down my spine when I approached that place in the woods. I left shortly thereafter and moved to a new place on 3 acres of even deeper woods. There is an old barn there. It had been moved from the spot where the converted trailer house where I live now stands. There's a dirt road that approaches my house through the woods, passes my front door and then meanders into the woods out of sight. It looks almost like a trail but is wider. It doesn't look like your typical farm dirt road. There doesn't seem to be any tire tracks on it. One day my mother was visiting from Houston when she said she noticed a man in a flannel shirt walking over to the house from the barn. I looked, but no one was there. I have two wolfdogs who normally would go nuts if someone approached the house. Later on, I would be working on truck and would feel that someone was standing near the telephone pole watching me. When I looked up, I saw what could best be described as something dissolving in the air in front of me. As if someone had been there and vaporized when I looked. I could definitely feel a presence. One day, inside the house itself, I could smell patchouli oil. I hadn't used any patchouli and no one had been in the house but me. I could also smell what I can only
describe as the scent of a woman. This was more of an astral scent, an odor that can be felt as well as smelled. I decided to smudge the house and then went to walk my dogs down the country lane in front of the property. It was night time. I was gone for about half an hour and started down the dirt road when I could swear I heard the sound of a woman's voice laughing derisively in the woods just behind my house. The sound gave me goosebumps. I could find no one there and no sign of anyone having been there. I decided to do more investigating that weekend. I went out to the barn at night to see what I
could "pick up". It was a clear night and in the Hill Country you can see the stars and planets much easier and feel them much closer than you can in the cities. It is also very easy to see meteor showers from this area. I stood near the barn, underneath a tree for awhile until I could see a mist floating overhead. It circled the tree and floated off to the right side of my peripheral vision. When I turned and noticed the mist, it disappeared by floating away out of sight. I tried to perceive what I could psychically and the year 1836
popped into my head. I could also feel the presence of a man but he wasn't wearing flannel. I could feel the presence of buckskin. I could also perceive what could best be described as a "fold" in the time space continuum in the area near the top of the tree near the barn. I know this sounds amazing, but psychometrists know how to perceive things like this which might be intangible to others. Sometimes spiritual entities appear as a mist, sometimes they appear as an egg shape, discernible as a slight film or glow on the
atmosphere floating around you. Sometimes a psychometrist can smell things and hear things like music coming through a veil. Often it can be difficult to decipher the difference between imagination and perceived reality. Many times it is easy to explain away what at first seems to be paranormal by thinking that maybe your imagination was playing tricks on you. Sometimes the things which seem to be most obvious at first can later on be explained away by more practical considerations. Maybe it's a self defense mechanism.
Anyway, verification and proof can make you realize that maybe your mind wasn't playing tricks on you afterall. The people living around me all know each other. They were friends during the early seventies when they all used to hang out on "The Drag" outside of the University of Texas and sell jewelry etc. The land is all owned by one family and everyone who lives there is either related or a friend. One day they were all over helping to fix the roof of the barn when they informed me that the barn was over 100 years old, the dirt road was part of the Old Spanish Trail, and Will Barger had owned a store down the road. When I mentioned the year 1836, they told me that that was
the year of Texas Independence. People had been living on that land long before that year though. Yes, they told me , Will Barger had indeed been scalped by the Kickapoo, the Comanche were "ripping and snorting" through the area, as they put it and it was a time when the land was being contested by the Mexicans, Kickapoo, Cherokee, Comanche and of course the Texans as well as other tribes that lived in the area originally. When I brought another psychic friend to the barn, she said she felt that someone had been trying to kill someone there. I still live there and still occasionaly feel a presence in the area. I believe there's more than one. Maybe a woman, maybe more than one man, maybe from more than one time period. Maybe the woman is the same
spirit of a woman I first heard call my name when I was 18 years old. My mother said that the man she saw was not dressed like, nor did he remind her of, somebody from the early 1800's. I'm not sure women wore patchouli oil in those days either. But I am sure about the year 1836 and the feeling of someone dressed in skins. As I look out my kitchen window at the dirt road/trail that wanders to my front door and beyond, I can imagine all of the horses, wagons and carriages carrying the people who travelled on that road so long ago. I am going to continue to investigate, do research and see what
else I can report. Maybe I will have more to tell later.

Bad Ghost

From: DARRIN TINGEY (dtingey@allwest.net)
Cc: "'Obiwan'" (ghost-stories@aurora.cdb.com)
Subject: FW. Bad Ghosts
Date: Tue, 26 Mar 1996 22:37:41 -0700

Hello fellow ghost hunters,

I have another story for you. This one is about me and is very true. Please don't read this out loud though, because you WILL have visitors if you do. I found this out the hard way. So, be brave and read on.....09

This kind of stuff is amazing and wonderful as well as frightening and scary at times I'm sure. Have you encountered any bad spirits?

I did once. I know that if you talk out loud about bad spirits, you invite them into your home. But as long as you don't read this out loud, you're o.k.

My experience was 10 years ago when I was 18 and a senior in high school. I was dating this young man, Glen (19), who had just recently moved from California to Colorado with his mom. They had fled from his father, who was into black magic. Glen's dad had no idea where they were.

One night when Glen was at my house, he told me about his dad and some of the evil things that he was doing. It made my blood run cold. I don't remember much except that Glen and his mother were in grave danger if they had stayed with him. Anyway, one thing I do remember is that Glen said that his father would do his black magic down in the basement. One night Glen awoke from a deep sleep. It was about 3 or 4 in the morning and he knew that everyone was asleep. He was awakened by a sound and a chilling
coldness that pierced right through his body. He was drawn by some force, probably his own curiousity--knowing Glen, to the hallway. His door was closed and when he opened the door and looked out into the hallway, it was pretty dark. But not like the darkness right in front of his dad and mom's bedroom. There was a spirit there. Pure, pure black. Glen was in shock. The spirit turned to him. He was a man dressed all in black with a very long black cape and a black top-hat on (the kind of hat that magicians use). Anyway, the man turned to Glen and motioned for him to come here. Glen couldn't see the man's face, but by the chilling feelings he had within himself, knew that this was evil enmity and not from this world. Glen said that the spirit was so black, blacker than the night was. He said that it was like looking into a black hole. Glen said "NO!" and stood his ground. The evil spirit paused, turned and then went through the closed door where his parents were sleeping. After that, Glen said that he knew when his dad had been messing with black magic. It was always the same evil feeling, the same faceless black spirit at his father's
bedroom door and then ending with the spirit going into his dad's room. After a few months of this, one night when Glen's dad was out on an errand, Glen and his mom packed up and fled. They ended up in Colorado near me. They're probably still running today. They left Colorado......

Glen said that many, many evil things happened in the house with his father practising black magic, but that he wouldn't or better yet couldn't tell me more because it was just too awful. Glen was 19 years old when he had left and come to Colorado.

Anyway, Glen was sitting on the couch at my house when he told me these he finished, it felt really strange, like we weren't alone. Suddenly Glen couldn't talk and his eyes were glazed, he started shaking and I couldn't figure out what had happened. I told him to lay down. He acted like he was having a seizure, but only a very mild one. He didn't hear me. I grabbed his arm and laid him down. BIG MISTAKE!!!! Suddenly, I couldn't talk. My
tongue was very thick and I was scared. It felt like someone was holding me in a very tight hug. But don't worry I knew what was happening and what to do. We had been warned that if you talk out loud about evil spirits, then you are welcoming them into your house. We had talked about them. One spirit had bothered Glen and when I had touched him, the evil spirit went from him to me. The reason I knew that my tongue felt thick was that I was going to say, "In the name of Jesus Christ I command you to leave", but at first I couldn't. Finally, after trying and trying, I said it and the spirit had to leave.
We were safe again and had learned a valuable lesson.

Well, gotta go. Happy ghost hunting----------Tonya Tingey

that's all my friends.... i hope that these stories will be enough to feed your mind... i will keep on searching for more... till then, surf in peace.......

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