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Date: Tue, 27 Jan 1998 14:38:52 -0800 (PST)
To: guestbook@ghosts.org
yourname Joe Belisle
email omnakis@classic.msn.com
story I've read all the stories Z to A. Some of them give me the heebegeebees. Like many of the people who have submitted stories here, I am somewhat sensitive. I've experienced many paranormal things all my life. For most of my childhood I could slip into altered states without trying. I here my name called all too often.(this morning I was awoken just before my alarm by a mans voice calling my name.) I seem to attract 'spirits' both good and bad. I am a firm believer in guardian angels, unseen entities and the like. Any and all the stories I submit are true and have happened to me unless I state otherwise.
I spent most of my childhood living in a small unremarkable house in a small western Ma. town. It was very small for the size of my family. The only history I know of this house is that it was built at the turn of the century and two families lived there before mine. The first family I know nothing of at all. The second family was an old couple. The Days. Mr. Day had a heart attack and died on the front porch. I don't know if he is the one responsible for the disturbing incidences and the uneasy 'being looked at' feelings we got while growing up. There seems to be a kind spirit there too. When something got broken or heard an unaccountable noise, we would blame it on Mr. Day.
Everyone in my family has stories of spooky things that happened (ghost related) in my parents house. Nothing very scary. Not like some of the stories on this site.
Most incidents happened while I was alone or in bed. When I was a teenager, one day after coming home from school. As I was about to unlock the front door, the door to the cellar started slamming shut over and over again. I could not see the door from the front porch but I knew what that door sounded like when slammed shut. As I sat on the front porch (not wanting to go in until someone else got home), the door continued its eerie cycle of slamming.It only stopped when my mother came home.
More often it was the sound of footsteps milling around from room to room in the two bedrooms at the end of the hall upstairs. This even happened when some of my siblings were home also. Each time we knew that there was no one upstairs to make those footsteps. This house had its usual creaks and moans from the house settling from the heating and cooling from the changes in the outside temperature. But these were definitely footfalls.
The most scary things happened usually happened at night(go fiqure!). Some of my brothers experienced these things too. Sometimes the bed would move as if someone sat on the side of it. Sometimes I would feel as if a weight was pushing down on me. Not heavy or oppresive, but definitely there. The most disturbing for me was when the end of the bed would go down as if someone was pushing hard on the end of the mattress as hard as they could. Always waking me up. This still occurs occasionally.(leg muscle spasms?). On a lighter note, sometimes it felt as if someone was shifting a lock or two of hair on my head, like a mother would do to console a child.
My younger brother has told me about heavy, unseen breathing into his ear at night. Most will testify to banging pipes when no one else is home. The house had forced hot air for heating. My father reported that one night he woke up to see his room dimly lit by a reddish glow coming from the living room. He said he could smell the something he described as brimstone burning. He said he could sense something sinister and evil in the living room. He firmly believes that it was the devil there. My father then said some prayers and the thing went away.
As a note: There was alot of negative energy going around my house while I was growing up.
Date: Tue, 27 Jan 1998 15:07:08 -0800 (PST)
To: guestbook@ghosts.org
yourname Joe Belisle
email omnakis@classic.msn.com
I am a paranormally sensitive individual. Have been all my life. I don't see that changing either. My childhood is full of paranormal experiences. My first listing was of my parents house and some of the things that happened there while growing up.
This story occured while I was in college. I was sharing an apartment with one brother, one sister and her two children. This apartment always had a great warm and friendly feel to it. Some places feel bad and oppresive. This place was the opposite. I have alot of good memories from that time. At the time I liked to work on large, difficult jigsaw puzzles. I was working one when this story happened. I ran into a spot in the puzzle I could not find the piece for it. I knew what it looked like, the shape and size, but I could not find it for several days. Between my nephews, my cat and a dozen more reasons that could have caused the loss of the piece, the piece was lost. Well, late one night after work I was working on the puzzle and I was consigning that the piece was not to be recovered. I lowered my head and put my face in my hands to take a momentary rest and accept the fact that the piece was gone, when I heard the sound of a small object falling onto the puzzle board. I w! ! as surprised to hear any such sound late at night while the place was dead quiet and everyone was asleep. I lifted my head and looked on the board and to my happiness there was the missing puzzle piece. It was right smack in front of me where seconds ago there was no piece. I had searched for days and could not find it. And it suddenly appears from mid air. Most stories I have read about this kind of thing, the object usually will already be somewhere before it is seen. This piece fell out of thin air. There was nothing overhead that it could have fallen from. There was absolutely no action in that room at all. I was not fearful, nor did I feel anything bad about this. I actually felt that warm kindness. It was very nice. I believe it was a friendly spirit that liked me, who was just playing a trick on me. Nothing else happened there.
So not all hauntings are bad ones. Sometimes they can be very good.