I'm not sure of the first time I ever saw or heard a ghost, because as mentioned in another story, I've just known them for all my life. But there are a lot of peaks of my interest in them, and a lot of declines of my interest of them. Recently I've hit a peak.
This makes me sound like a crazy person, but I remember being young and being by myself in my room or walking about exploring all the time. My curiosity, little did I know, was never-ending. I was curious and never knew the extent of that.
I was born in the fall and therefore have this fascination with leaves and the cool weather where you only need a sweater day or night. For some reason, these were the quiet times.
By quiet time I mean I didn't seem to pick up on ghosts during this time. With my birthday being closer to Halloween, you would expect that my interest in ghosts to just be at its peak but that was never true. I can't remember many times where I had any experiences with other worldly beings in the fall and maybe it's because fall is a quiet season. The tourists go home, the attractions are shut down and my birthday is closer than ever.
I don't know. Maybe I am crazy.
The peak of my interest is in the winter. The worst season for me, when it's cold and snowy and I have to shovel everyday. I feel like because I have nothing to do, this pushes my interest to a new level. I'm more susceptible to these strange beings we call ghosts.
There have been many times where I have been caught off guard by strange occurrences: knocking, talking, and just straight up physical contact. I've heard strange people call my name, heard the floorboards creaking at all hours of the night, and a ghost even touched my hair before. As much as I would love to dismiss all of this it keeps happening.
The reason I wrote this is because I have been noticing strange things. I will try to explain and elaborate. My biggest problem is that it is a spring that has been mimicking winter.
I've been sitting in my room for most of today reading, writing, just the normal day. And I could feel an obscure sense of insecurity. I was editing some of my stories and then felt uncomfortable, perhaps because I was uploading the appropriate pictures for each story. And then I heard a noise, like something had moved. Startled, I looked around my room and tried to find the source of the noise.
No source found, I got back to editing. I decided to listen to some music because I needed to relax a bit. As I was in the middle of a song, I heard a sound like something fell.
Yes people live beside me, above me, below me, but it was a distinct noise that something in my room had fell. I got up once again to see if I could find what fell. Of course how would I know if I didn't directly see this?
I got a drink from my fridge and decided it wasn't worth stressing over these occurrences, especially if I didn't know where it was coming from. Lately I haven't been having strange dreams, but rather strange thoughts just before I fall asleep every night. You may have experienced some of these.
As much as I have been trying to dismiss all paranormal thoughts lately, I can't do it every night before I fall asleep. When I close my eyes I see the strangest creatures and beings and I jump awake just before I begin to dream which is disturbing, but fortunately no nightmares yet.
I fall into this pattern that for some reason will not stop. I've thought about going to a psychic to see if there was something wrong with me.
I don't think there is anything wrong with me. Maybe I need to get in touch with my inner abilities and focus on the ghosts calling out to me. If this is my new calling, so be it.