Ha-Ha-Haunted

In the spirit of Halloween I thought I would share with you a few of the experiences I have had with the unexplained. I thought of this idea while watching Ghost Adventures (I'm more of a Ghost Hunters kind of girl, but I needed to watch something scary that wasn't a bad 80s horror movie). It occurred to me that I have a fantastic "unexplained" picture! I thought it would be cool to post the picture along with the story and several other stories of spooky things that have happened to me. However, after about an hour and a half of searching almost every corner of my house - I gave up. I'm pretty disappointed because the picture would add so much to my story, but alas, I must continue without it.

So I will begin with the story of the picture. 

It was the early 2000's. My friends and I had become pretty obsessed with "ghost hunting." We wanted to explore and investigate as many of the haunted places as we could. A few of my friends had mentioned Blood Cemetary in Hollis. Supposedly, it's one of the most haunted cemeteries in New Hampshire, so things seemed promising. Armed with a video camera and several other cameras my boyfriend at the time, sister, friend, and I all took a trip out to Hollis. We decided to go during the day since we tried to go at night once before and were too terrified to even stop the car.

It was a very hot summer day, and at first we were all a little disappointed. Nothing was happening. It wasn't even creepy during the day, but we hoped to maybe get something on film. We tried to provoke any of the energies floating around - telling them to push us over, but nothing was happening. Until, we came to a specific grave. All of us were drawn to one with the name of (if I'm remembering correctly) "Rebecca.". It was strange because all around this grave were these patches of cold air, like air conditioning. There was no breeze, and all four of us felt the exact same thing. We stayed and talked to the grave - even sitting beside it. It was at this point one of us snapped a picture. A little while later, we left.

We dropped off the film to get developed (remember those days?!), and looked at the footage for anything cool. We found nothing - until we got the pictures back. None of the other pictures showed anything except for the picture of us talking to "Rebecca." In the picture there are three of us sitting on the ground. You can see us feeling the cold spot, and right above my friend's shoulder was this bright white orb (dammit I wish I found the stupid picture). It was the coolest thing I've ever seen. It was too big and prominent to be a bug (and if it was a bug, why didn't they show up on anything else). We also weren't using a flash, so I don't have any other explanation as to what it would be.

My other stories all involve my childhood home.

My sister and I had separate rooms, but my room just so happened to have a spare bed. One day, my sister came into my room (she couldn't have been any older than 5) and said to me, "Can I sleep in your room? There are people talking in mine." This was pretty terrifying, so I said yes. She stayed in my room for close to a year after that.

Another incident happened early in the morning. My sister and I were in my room; she was asleep, but I was awake lying in my bed. My mom was taking a shower in the bathroom down the hall. I heard her open the door suddenly and say, "Hello? ... Hello!" I thought it was strange so I yelled back to her. She said, "Did you knock on the bathroom door?" I said no, that I had been laying in bed the whole time. She said, "It had to have been you. You were probably sleepwalking." I did sleepwalk, but I knew it couldn't have been me - I was laying in bed the whole time! She wouldn't accept my answer, so I just let her believe what she wanted to believe.

The strange things in my house got more intense in my teen years. There would be so many times where you would feel like someone was watching you. We had three dogs and sometimes all three of them would stare in the same corner and start barking. I watched things fall down the stairs (which could be explained as things just falling, not supernatural, to look at it objectively), and many of my friends felt very uncomfortable in my house (one had never heard any of our stories).

The best example of my dogs noticing strange things happened pretty late at night. I was on the internet in our computer room. To my right was our kitchen, and past that was our living room. My large, vicious dog was laying in the kitchen when there was a noise in the living room - like a quick bang. We both heard it - he picked his head up and stared exactly where I heard the noise. Then immediately after, there was another bang - this time right behind my dog in the kitchen. He took off and ran upstairs. That scared me, and as I started to get up there was another bang behind me. At that point I ran upstairs into my room probably the fastest any human being could have traveled.

Another strange situation happened again when I was sitting on my computer late at night. I was downstairs in the same computer room when I heard my dad yell, "SAM!" from the top of the stairs. I yelled back, "What?!" Then there was nothing, so I yelled again, "What, Dad?!" I got annoyed and headed to the stairs. When I got there no one was there. I assumed my dad got annoyed and went back to his room, so I went up to their room. Both my mom and my dad were asleep - TV off (they fell asleep with it on) and my dad snoring away. So who the hell called my name?

The last incident before everything seemed to stop was the weirdest one. I hesitate to tell people this because it's pretty weird (and you may judge me), but here we go. I felt like the ghost or energy or whatever was occupying my house liked to mess with me - specifically me. My neighborhood had a theory it was the ghost of one of our neighbors who had committed suicide (my neighbors had similar kinds of ghost stories - one I will share later), and that he would just walk around house to house and freak us out. So on this night - I had, had it. I was in our living room watching TV. It was at night and everyone was upstairs. My mom was the only one awake, and she was watching TV in her room. I started getting the feeling that someone was watching me. Most of the time I would try to brush it off, but this time it was giving me goosebumps. I decided to go upstairs and it felt like it was following me. I went to the bathroom to brush my teeth and wash my face. I started washing my face when it felt like something poked me. I looked up, wiped my face with a towel, and then I saw it. A mother-effing tissue was being PULLED out of the tissue box. Every so gently I saw it tug once, twice, and by the third time I was so confused and freaked out I started screaming at it. "Stop! Just stop! Leave me the fuck alone!" And it was over. The feeling like someone was staring at me was gone, and I ran to my mom's room to tell her what had happened.

Everything else up until that point could have a reasonable explanation. However, the tissue takes the cake. I didn't touch the tissue box before it started happening, so it's not like maybe it was my fault. It happened completely on its own. I know it sounds out there, but you need to just take my word for it that it happened. Nothing "paranormal" has happened to me since then that even comes close so being as strange.

The last story I will share with you happened while I was babysitting for my neighbors. The parents had gone out for the night, so I allowed all three of the kids to hang out in the den with me to watch a movie (and stay up a little later past their bed time). The kids all had their own stories of strange things happening. The youngest was so scared that I made up a story about how I was friends with the ghosts to comfort him. I told him that since we were friends the ghosts wouldn't hurt him. So, on this particular night, all four of us got into a tickle fight. We were laughing and having a good time until we heard a scream come from the other room. The girls heard it at the exact same time I did. Their faces dropped and the oldest said, "Did you hear that? What was that?!" I lied and said it was me. The oldest was too smart and called me out, but I insisted it was me so the little ones wouldn't be scared. After that, they asked if they could sleep next to me on the couch, and I had absolutely no objection.

So there you have it! My "unexplainable" stories. I don't know with 100% certainty that ghosts are real, but I do know some weird things have happened. However, if we are all made of energy... and energy is neither created nor destroyed, then is it really all that far fetched to believe ghosts could be little collections of energy?

... And I still wish I found that picture.

If you have any ghost storied of your own I would love to hear them!