DM Ghost wrote:Esteemed Campaign Coordinator Arkanis,
Do you believe in ghosts?
Signed,
A ghost
lol! Yes, Ghost, I do believe in you.
On a personal level I have had several interactions with unexplained events over the years which has led me to believe that there are supernatural entities out there - call them ghosts for the sake of argument. My home was built in 2003 in a farmers field located in an area settled in the early 1800's. There was a pioneer village in the vicinity and several dozen farms surrounding although the exact locations are unknown to me as I haven't been able to find any archived materials showing this - only where concession lines were and who owned what and how much property. I bought the place from a couple in their late 50's in 2006 and moved in with my daughter. They purchased the place brand new from the builders and were the original owners of the building and I did ask them (tongue in cheek) about noisy neighbours and unexplainable noises, and they said the place was quiet. My daughters bedroom was at the front of the house, and mine at the back, and nightly she would crawl into my bed after having bad dreams. My sister came to live with me for a year, and the bad dreams ceased, but when she moved out, my daughter had nightmares again, until she changed bedrooms and moved into my sisters old room and then they stopped again. I chaulked all of it up to anxiety from being away from her mother, but a couple of years later my daughter told me that, "the little girl" doesn't bother her anymore. When I asked her what little girl, she said the one that used to crawl into bed with her when she was little. Probing her for more information I asked for details, and my daughter said, "the little girl was maybe six to eight years old, dressed in a long nighty (pyjamas) and used to follow her around the house; one time the little girl spoke to my daughter when she was brushing her teeth but when my daughter turned to look, there was no one there. I didn't really think too much about it until the other stuff started to happen. In the winter of 2010 I was stricken with Bell's Palsy (I'm ok now) and given steroids for a week to combat it. They kept me awake so I decided one evening about 11pm to paint my bedroom. I had Star Trek DS9 playing on the TV while I painted, and all the lights in the bedroom, master bath, and upstairs hallway on so that I could see. While rolling paint on the wall where the TV is out of the corner of my eye I caught a glimpse of movement, and turning my head quickly I saw the bedroom door to my daughters old bedroom silently swing shut. it didn't slam, just swung on its own. I called the woman I was dating at the time and asked her to come over, which she did, and there was no other happenings that evening. There are no drafts in my home; no doors or windows open to explain. The door simply closed apparently on its own.
I'll give you a brief idea of some of the other events over the years:
There were loud cracking noises in my hardwood floors upstairs - in the master bath, walk in closet, main bath, and in both bedrooms. There would be one or two cracks, silence, then a couple more, silence, etc. and this would go on, at night, sometimes for a half hour, then stop. One night I got up and yelled "go to bed!" into the darkness and they ceased instantly.
One night I awoke from a sound sleep thinking my daughter was crying, "daddy daddy!" and ran into her bedroom only to find her gone - she was spending the night with my parents. My neighbours on either side have no children.
One night I awoke to the sound of glass smashing in my kitchen. I ran downstairs and all the lights were on, the kitchen cupboards opened, and a glass jar with pennies in it that was in one of the cupboards was smashed on the floor. I checked every room of the house, the windows and doors were all secure, and no one else was there but me.
I used to drive a city bus and made friends with one of the drivers whose bus I would take to get to my work every evening. I got a promotion, and as a parting gift he gave me a yellow inflated ball from Walmart with a smiley-face on it - he told me it was Wilson (like in the Tom Hank's movie Cast Away) and he would keep me company. I display the ball to this day on the manle above the fireplace in the rec room in the basement (where my computer and TV are) it sits on an old packing tape roll, and I have a name tag that says "Wilson" stuck to the mantle below him. With regularity, Wilson would fall off the packing tape roll - I'd come home and see him lying on the floor. One morning at 05h11 while I was reading emails, he just fell off all on his own. I adjusted the tape roll and he stayed on.
I regularly hear footsteps coming down the stairs to the basement, but no one is there. This has been heard by three other people including my daughter as well.
One night while I was siting on the couch in the basement with my girlfriend at the time, we were suddenly over-come by the stench of strong body odor - like professional wrestler grade BO. It went away after a couple of minutes, but the next morning when I got into the car to go to work, it came back (this time it was just with me) I politely told the air in the seat next to me that when I stopped the car whatever was with me needed to leave, and when I got to work, the smell vanished.
About two years ago I'd really had enough of the noises and general weirdness so I walked the halls and rooms of my home and prayed and asked whatever was there to leave. I did this two days in a row and for the last two years my home has been silent and no weird funny business until two days ago when...
The antique cuckoo clock that hangs in my dining room doesn't work. It's been in my family for over 100 years and is from the Black Forest in Germany and looks good. I got home from work and the cuckoo clock was ticking, but the pendalum wasn't moving. It ticked loudly for a couple of minutes, cuckooed once, and stopped ticking without me touching it at all...
and then I went downstairs to the rec room and discovered Wilson had fallen off his perch and rolled an impossible distance of about 30 feet across completely level ground to the bottom of the stairs all on his own...
I guess you can say I believe in ghosts.
