What business does a reasonably lucid gent such as myself have
believing in misty figures skulking in the shadows, rudely stepping in
and out of our dimension whenever they fairly well please? In the 21st
century are people really still afraid of things that go ‘bump’in
the night? Well… YES, they are! Like so many other things in our
world that have yet to be proven by current science, there are mountains
of evidence, both objective and subjective, to suggest that something lives on after your body stops wiggling around on this pretty blue marble we call Earth.
Wherever you stand on the question, this post is about experiences that
are difficult to explain. Maybe you have some experiences of your own
to share? Feel free to post. No one will make fun of you here. Being
the administrator of this blog gives me truly god-like editorial powers,
so rest assured no disparaging comments will be permitted. Of
course, I can’t prevent people from wondering whether I’ve gone off my
medication again, but, I’m a wizard for God’s sake, I’m used to
people suppressing a pitying smirk around me! Okay then, let’s all cozy
up around our virtual crackling fire here in the cyber forest. After a
while we can take a vote and decide which one of you will leave the
circle of firelight to venture into the dark trees to get more wood!
The following are either my own first hand experiences or those that
have been related to me by people I consider to be highly reliable,
trustworthy sources. Form your own conclusions. Whatever you do, by
all means, ENJOY!
Jig-Saw “Puzzled”:
Jig-Saw puzzles and me have a cordial but hardly passionate
relationship. What can I say? I just don’t see the fascination some
people have for them. Some years ago I was living with a young woman in
a house where there had been strange ‘goings on’of a ghostly
nature. She had worked long and hard on a jig-saw puzzle and was poised
to finish the damned thing when the unthinkable happened. She came to
the last piece and – you guessed it - it was missing!! NOOOooo!! I
saw her expression change like thunderstorm clouds rolling in on a stiff
breeze. I’m no dummy so my survival instincts kicked in and I verily
leaped up to help her find this solitary lost piece. What followed was a
fevered search that left no stone or piece of furniture unturned. We
looked EVERYWHERE, it seemed. Cushions, under things, over things – between
things! No luck. After a half hour of hard searching her frustration
eventually turned to resignation. It simply was nowhere to be found.
We retired for the night.
The next morning I walked past the puzzle sitting on the card table
as I had done for weeks now. As I did, something caught my eye. My
brain said “Wooahh.. go back! Back up!” There the jig-saw puzzle was, with the missing piece placed in it’s spot - the puzzle was now complete! I confronted my young lady. “Where did you find the missing puzzle piece?” “What are you talking about?,”
she answered. She had no clue. I lead her to the card table and she
stared drop-jawed in disbelief. We shared a knowing look. The
“haunted” house was at it again!
Pedestrian Crossing:
A friend and I were driving west one very dark night through a little
town on the north fork called Jamesport. Although it’s a main road the
street lamps out there are few and far between. You really need your
headlights just to stay on the road in some places. I wasn’t aware of
it at the time but we were passing a very old cemetery on the south side
of the road. There are tombstones there from the late 1700′s.
Conversation had lulled and so we cruised along lost in our own
thoughts. Up ahead I saw movement on the street. It was quite dark and
I couldn’t make out what was moving. My foot instinctively eased off
the gas pedal and made ready to break if need be. A group of
maybe seven or eight people came into view. They were crossing the
street and at this point they were in dark silhouette. I could see
clearly enough to make out the group and how some of them were dressed.
One man, taller than the rest, had a 70′s style afro hairdo (odd, I
thought) and wore old fashion coveralls. They were now all walking in a
line on my side of the road. I couldn’t be sure whether it was safe to
pass the group with any speed for fear a straggler might still be
crossing the road. I Flicked my high beams on to get a better look and…
the entire group vanished. They were there one moment and then they
were gone!! We drove past where they had been but were no longer.
That’s not the end of the story, however.
The lady traveling with me was totally unaware of what was going on
since no words had passed between us. Evidently she hadn’t seen
anything. All of a sudden she gasped as we passed the men, or better
said, passed where the they had been only seconds before. According to
her something felt like it passed right through her violently and was
now gone. Imagine her amazement to hear what had just happened on a
dark road in Jamesport.
Welcome:
The owner of a wonderful New Age store related this experience to me some years ago. She owned Blue Moon Enchantments on
Main Street, Patchogue. Unfortunately she fell sick and the business
was forced to close. I knew both her and her grown daughter personally
and have full confidence in the truthfulness of this account.
Before the owner, who I will call Claire (not her real name,) opened Blue Moon Enchantments in
Patchogue, she had rented a wonderful location in an ancient converted
Victorian house. Claire was enamoured with the large storefront windows
on her half of the house and it suited her modest store quite well.
The ambiance was certainly enhanced by the antique Victorian setting.
Prior to her grand opening for business she witnessed something that
defied all explanation. Above the doorway that separated her tiny store
from the residential portion of the house condensation had formed. She
remembered thinking it was a curious place for moisture to appear. As
she looked on it appeared that an invisible finger started writing
letters in the moisture. Slowly the letter “W” appeared. “E” followed,
then “L”, “C” and so on. The”finger” spelled out the word “Welcome!”
She told me it sent a chill down her spine . Honestly, even a seasoned
wizard like myself would have felt a little uneasy. The ghost was
communicating with her directly!
Claire and her daughter related how they would arrange the jewelry in
the display cases only to find them outside and lined up against the
wall counter in the morning. Since this was an almost nightly
happening, in time, through this and other phenomena, they deduced that
the ghosts were a father and a little girl. She was the one who enjoyed
playing with the nice shiny jewelry!
Claire shared the old Victorian house with the amicable, albeit unseen, residents until she eventually moved her shop elsewhere.
… Before we continue, I notice our fire is growing dim and the
forest shadows begin to draw closer. Which one of you will venture
forth into the darkness to fetch some more firewood? Let’s take a vote,
shall we? ….
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