Those who do not already believe me to be insane, soon will.
I will not say that ghosts exist and I will not say that demons exist. But I will say that something does exist, possibly separate types of entities, that do seem to fairly closely fit the terms some people would use for either a ghost or even a demon.
The last seven years of my mother's life she lived with me. She died in my home, in the bedroom that I then moved into.
About six or seven months later my sister asked to borrow one of my mother's table clothe and napkin sets. I said sure, I knew exactly where it was. I went to where it had been for seven years, and it was gone, as were the rest of her table clothe napkin sets.
I searched my house and in a guest bedroom I found all the sets other than the one my sister wanted to borrow. They were in boxes with notes taped to them telling their size and specific cleaning instructions. (These are like really old hand made sets that had been something like her grandmothers.)
I searched everywhere again, looking anyplace and everyplace until I was positive it could not be in my house. Shortly before my mother died a much younger cousin visited her and I thought that maybe mom gave the set to her or had lent it to someone and I didn't know about it.
I told my sister that I didn't have it, sorry.
The next day I came home from work, changed, went downstairs and sitting on the top of my bar, that was otherwise totally empty, was a box. It had a handwritten note taped to it telling the size and color of a table clothe, how many matching napkins there were and it had washing instructions. I figured without thinking, while searching, I had picked one up, carried it and set it down on the bar and forgot about it. I was going to just go put it with the others, but something told me to see which one it was.
It was the one my sister wanted to borrow. The one that was nowhere in my house the two days before when I searched and searched and searched ..... and now, there it is, on top of what is always (if not in use) a totally empty kept-dusted bar.
There is no way I missed it in my searching. There is no way it had been sitting on top of the bar for around 6 to 7 months.
That was the first odd thing.
Then I would come home and walk into my kitchen and I could hear, just barely, a woman talking. The first few times it happened I thought I left a TV or radio on or hit snooze instead of off or my cat walked across a remote control, etc. But as soon as I would step out of my kitchen, the voice would stop. There were no radios/stereos/TV, etc, on.
I always back into my driveway. When I would pull up front and go past a little to then backup I would look down my driveway at mu house. Now and then there would be a woman in the kitchen looking out the window. If I stopped and got our or went ahead and backed in, either way she would be gone and no one was ever inside my house when that happened, I searched it room by room.
One night long after moving into the bedroom my mother had been using I had just climbed into bed and wasn't even nestled in and was thinking about how bright it was in my room because of a full moon and no clouds, and what looked like a pretty woman of about 20 or 22 years old danced into my bedroom, doing something similar to a South Pacific Islander type dance.
Frankly, I was a bit taken back by the site.
She/it danced around to my side of the bed, stood there dancing, but she/it looked like a mist up that close. Part of me said don't do it, but I reached out to see if I could touch her/it. As soon as I tried she/it vanished down through the floor like water down a drain, minus the swirling part.
Some time later I had taken in a stray puppy. I had him fixed and because one of his nuts hadn't dropped they had to locate it and take it out of what I guess would be called his abdomen. That night he was laying on his back sleeping and I thought it was a perfect chance to get a few pictures of his operation, so I took four pictures from slightly different angles.
I loaded them on my computer and was upset because in the picture that best showed his stitches, the length of the incision, etc. there was a smudge or something. I enlarged the picture and found that the smudge was a circle with what looked like a fairly young woman's face, and she looked somewhat familiar.
I cropped the picture so you couldn't tell the background was a dog's abdomen and sent it to my sister and my godmother asking if they could identify who it was a picture of. Both said it was my mother, my sister said maybe in her early to mid-20's and my godmother said it was my mother when she was about 26 years old. She said she'd never seen the picture before and asked where I found it. I told her and she totally freaked.
She's so religious that she's like one step away from handling snakes. She said when you die you don't have a choice if you hang around or not and it could only be a demon trying to trick me and said; "don't listen to whatever it tells you." For a joke I was going to say, well it doesn't say anything, but the dog's won't shut up. But I thought it was a bit 'Son of Sam" so I passed up making the joke.
The next odd thing, and the one that has happened the most, and happened again just two or three days ago, happened. It was winter, it was windy, I had every door not only closed but also locked. And every window was closed and latched. I let one of my dogs out the kitchen door and I started to cook supper.
About ten or fifteen minutes later he runs into the kitchen and gets a drink.
I figured that I was wrong, that some door had been left unlocked and or maybe left slightly open and he found it, pushed it open and came in. I went around my house and every door was tightly closed and locked, even the kitchen door I let him out of. Even knowing I would be letting him back in soon when he scratched, I locked the door. I have four ground level windows. I figured one of them must have broken and he jumped in downstairs. None of the four were either broken or unlatched.
So every door and window to my house was as tightly sealed/locked as is possible, and my dog somehow managed to get inside. It was hard to believe he did not have help of some sort.
It has happened too many times to list, or even guess the number, but once it happened to one of my friend's and his dog. It was maybe August, a friend from Cal. was here for a week and he brought his dog. It was a hot summer day, we were watching some movie, he got up and he let his dog out and sat back down and went back to watching the movie. About five minutes later his dog walks up and noses him for some attention. He asked me if I had let her in. I said I hadn't moved a muscle, that I couldn't have gotten up and gone to the door without seeing me so he had to know I didn't. He said another door must be open. I told him to not bother to look, that they would all be closed, maybe locked, and the same with the windows.
He checked and he found what I told him he'd find. He is the excitable type and between freaking and telling me to get some Ghostbusters in to document this stuff so I could make money off it he just wouldn't shut up about it. Finally I said it happens often it's no big deal, let it go.
Two nights later in the middle of the night he was horrified by something he described as The Grim Reaper, minus the scythe, and with glowing red eyes. He slept the rest of the night in his truck and left the next afternoon and has not come back since and he said he will not visit again as long as I live here.
One night I was enjoying some bong hits and the movie "Dracula," the old Bela Lugosi one, was about to start. I was along downstairs/basement (walkout basement design) and feeling silly I yelled upstairs and asked 'Misty' if she wanted to come watch the flick with me. 'Misty' is what I nicknamed whatever it was I saw dancing and whatever it is I think is hanging around here. I said I thought it might be her kind of movie, but I didn't see her. After it ended the Mel Gibson flick "The Patriot" was going to come on next. I had only seen previews and it looked good and for a joke for myself I again asked 'Misty' if she wanted to come down and watch a movie, and said I heard it was really good.
I never saw anything but in less than a minute the room went from feeling 70 degrees to feeling about 45 degrees. I didn't feel a breeze so I didn't think there was some major draft. I looked at the thermometer on the thermostat and it read 69.8. On the other side of the room (30' away) I have an indoor/outdoor thermometer and it read 70 degrees. But the room was very cold.
I put on some sweat pants and a sweatshirt and lay under a blanket watching the flick wondering if 'something' was in the room with me. As soon as the credits began to roll the room went back to feeling it's normal temperature as quickly as it lost it earlier. I haven't asked for company when alone and going to watch a movie since.
One of my favorites was very late one night I was reading online and I heard a tapping/knocking noise. I didn't think much of it and expected to hear one of the sliding glass doors downstairs, where I was) to open. What would be my closest neighbor, across the street and up a bit, and I were half 'a thing' at the time and it was not at all odd for either of us to show up at each others house at any hour of day or night. I didn't hear anyone come in or try to come in but I heard the knock and figured the door was locked. I got up and went to let her in and the door was unlocked and no one was there.
I went back to my reading thinking it was thumping made by one of my dogs while it scratched itself. I heard the same tapping, and by then I was sure it was the same each time and I thought someone is playing a game with me, so I grabbed my Glock 45, turned on all the spotlights around the house and went for a walk to see if I could see anyone, and if not so they could at least see me and see I was not amused and if they had more than games in mind, I wouldn't be an easy mark for them.
I went back to reading and there was the same tapping. I sat there (well, here to be more exact) and listened. I would hear the tapping and then there would be a short break and then the same tapping again. It sounded like it was coming from the door to my computer room. I got up to try to pin down the tapping but as long as I was up, there wasn't any tapping. When I sat down again the tapping would begin again.
Up until then it was a little creepy, but not like send a shiver up your spine creepy ... and then after hearing the tapping again and thinking about it and what I was reading about and that shiver shot up my spine.
The tapping was always the same, three fairly quick taps followed by three slower taps followed by three fairly quick taps again. Dot, dot, dot, dash, dash, dash, dot, dot, dot ... it was S.O.S. .......... the site I was at listed each Congressional Medal of Honor recipient in WWII and told the story of what each did to earn their Medal of Honor. The tapping only ended when I left the site. I have never heard it again since.
I'm sure that all of you know how it feels to be in bed, under the covers, and have someone come sit on the edge of the bed. The mattress goes down and the sheet and blanket(s) are pulled tighter over you. That has happened to me four or five times, but of course no one was there.
My favorite is long, but the short version is I was giving my sister my mother's old bedroom furniture. I had it in an unused room and hardly dusted it more than maybe twice a year since my mother died and I moved her things into the unused room. I told my sister to let me know when she wanted it and said I would buy some Murphy's Oil Soap and wash it and clean it up nice for her. She called a few days later and said she would come the next day. I had bought the Murphy's Oil soap and put it on a shelf in a basement bathroom closet. I went to get it, it was gone.
I knew I bought it. I knew where I put it, but I thought maybe I used something else from the shelf since and when I put that back it hid the Murphy's Oil Soap. I took everything off every shelf and put it on the vanity counter. The Murphy's Oil Soap was not there.
I looked everywhere in my house were I keep any cleaning products, thinking that for some reason I might have moved it and forgot moving it. It wasn't in any of the other places. I thought maybe I bought it but only thought I put it in the closet and it was still in my vehicle or put somewhere it didn't belong. I looked in my vehicle, nothing, I looked with food and other things it shouldn't have ended up with. It wasn't there either. I knew I bought it, I had the last shopping receipt and it was on it and I was positive I brought it home, unpacked it and put it in the closet.
I called my sister and said I had lost the Murhpy's Oil Soap so I couldn't clean it, so I would buy more and I'd clean it and she could pick it up another time. She said don't bother, she would wash it all if it needed more than just dusting.
While waiting for her I put everything back on the shelves in the basement bathroom and I stared at the one shelf wondering why the Murphy's Oil Soap was not right there were I was looking when I went looking for it.
Three runs/loads later and my sister was on her way home. I watched her pull out and went in my kitchen door, and my cat came with me. I walked through my house to the stairs to the basement and my cat came running as fast as he could, ever hair on it's back standing up and it's tail like a bottle brush. He ran behind me and then looked back and panting like it was both winded and horrified and it was like it was looking to see if whatever has scared the heck out of it was following.
That was very strange behavior for him. He's more like a laid back dog than a cat. If I do a little shooting he'll come along and lay there and never flinch at a single shot, he goes swimming, be it dogs or deer, any animal (other than snakes, he doesn't much care for them) can walk right up to him and he says calm and sniffs them. I had never seen the cat scared a single time before in my life, and I knew him since the day he was born.
I get downstairs, with my cat almost hanging from me, and I notice the light is still on in the basement bathroom. I went in to turn it off and I noticed the closet doors were still open so I went to shut them and right there straight in front of me, dead center on the front edge of the shelf I had put the Murphy's Oil Soap on when I bought it, was the brand new bottle of Murphy's Oil Soap I had bought.
A silly game or prank by someone or 'something'? An attempt by 'something' to keep me from giving away my mother's old bedroom furniture? One of the acid flashbacks I was promised back in the 70? You explain that one to yourself.
A sister of a guy I know is allegedly "psychic." She claims she can tell if and who is hanging around a house. She said she'd love to come over and tell me if it's my mother or someone else. We went up the deck stairs, I unlocked and opened the kitchen door for her to walk in, she got no more than halfway through the door and almost jumped back out. She was making a scary looking face. I asked her what was up and if she was going to give it another try. She said she didn't know what she had felt and that she had never felt anything at all like it before and that she never wanted to feel it again. She said there was no way she would go in my house and she almost ran to her car to leave, and she did not drive off slowly.
A friend's house was having unusual activity so I hung around and I noticed a few things, one you couldn't miss, we nicknamed 'her' "The Exorcist Chick." Most activity seemed to be around a teenage girls bedroom and the hall outside it. You could walk past her room and see through the door and see "The Exorcist Chick" sitting on the bed looking back at you. The experience could be a true brown trouser's time for someone if they were not at least somewhat prepared. Even then it was more than just unnerving.
Almost as entertaining was part way down the hall there would at times be a white gate that had never been there in the past, and normally wasn't, and it somewhat glowed.
Two teams of professional 'Ghostbusters' went through the house, at different times of course. The first group let me join them. I am a dowser, but I can find/locate virtually anything, and in many cases locate it precisely and even at times identify what it is.
Before the 'Ghostbusters' arrived I used my dowsing rod in the hall and at one location I always picked something up right about where the white gate would be seen. There is a railing there since it is like the edge of a loft, and I set a pencil there.
When the 'Ghostbusters' arrived and set up, they had several piece of electronics that could pick up the slightest electrical charge and it would time the duration and a beep would go off when something was picked up. I suggested putting one next to the pencil.
For the most part the night was a bust. A few odd sounds that when listened to with all the background noise removed might have been a slow talking garbled sounding voice. One light turned on by itself. There were two raps after questions were asked. But the one half-highlight of the night was after the 'Ghostbusters' had tried all their electronic gadgetry and had tried to talk to, talk with, tried to reason with 'whatever might have been there, tried to get it upset and piss it off so it would show itself or speak clearly or do something one of the guys got out a Bible and started reading from it in the girls room, where "The Exorcist Chick" was only seen and the beeper on the electronic device on the railing by the pencil to mark where the white gate was went off like mad. There were a series of short beeps and then one loud long duration one where the needle measuring electric activity stayed pegged until the beep started to get softer.
The 'Ghostbusters' said the white gate was a gateway to 'somewhere," likely somewhere not nice, and the different beeps were different 'things' that had been hanging around their house heading out through the gateway, and that the last long loud one was either something very powerful or something that for some reason paused before passing through the gateway.
I wasn't there for the second team of 'Ghostbusters' but was told they had a couple fairly clear recordings of voices, but that was it.
In the end both teams of 'Ghostbusters' said if you're religious, get your house blessed. What you got, ain't good. They had the house blessed and everything has been Kool and the Gang ever since.
I have lived with the occasional inexpiable occurrence since 1994. To me it is more or less commonplace and if nothing happens for a while I get bored and start to wonder if something will happen again and if so what it will be, and when? I somewhat look forward to new things.
So, there you have it. Believe all of it, some of it, none of it, I don't care. The reason I don't care is that I know it, and much, much more, is absolutely true.
But with all that, and more, I do not have any reason to be more prone to formulate or accept any single reason/cause over any other. I don't have a clue what 'it' is." But after 18 years of living with 'it' and experiencing 'it' elsewhere, there is an 'it.' 'Something' absolutely exists.
From where, for what purpose, for what length of time, why is there clearly a highly limited number of 'them' and why do 'they' only make themselves known to a certain few? I don't have the slightest idea.
All I do know for certain is this. I got me one or more of my own.