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Spirits are often watching me, I think... and often take the time to say goodbye.
Long ago, during my vagabond years, I was staying at an old rundown farmhouse in the backwoods of Minnesota with some old hippies and their rather attractive daughter, which was kind of fun, though I was often sick the entire time I was there. Despite its dilapidation, the house always felt very welcoming, and I always returned to find the kitchen light on when I returned, no matter who had turned it off before. On the final morning of my stay, I lay drowsing on the floor staring at light on the ceiling, contemplating my life... when I hear a very loud click to my right and the light suddenly turning on. I immediately shot up out of my sleeping bag and freaked the fuck out. *Something* turned on that light and I knew that it would have taken an electrical surge so powerful it would have blown out that light to move that old sticky switch. It was the first personal experience I've ever had of something "supernatural" that I couldn't just explain away.
Another ghostly encounter came while living in California, and would usually happen around dawn. I'd wake up from really these very intense, violent dreams and see, standing the corner of the room of a girl with ashen-skin, long, black-stringy hair, and large bright-red lips. She'd quickly fade as I woke, but was always left with this lingering sense of loneliness. This happened maybe 2 or 3 times in my years there... the final time happening maybe a week before I was to move away. As I woke from an intensely painful dream that I sadly forgot to record, I awoke finding that I couldn't move. In the place where she usually stood was this solid red rod about 6 feet long and maybe a foot in diameter that stuck out at an angle into the middle of the room above my futon. My eyes then wandered to the very real presence on my left and I saw her kneeling next to me, her face a mere 2 feet away from mine. I saw her bright red lips... just a bit too wide for her face, which was just a bit too stretched and angular... and her eyes, no longer obscured by hair, just black, empty sockets. Then, she and the rod faded and I could move again.
These are just a few of the things I've encountered.
Long ago, during my vagabond years, I was staying at an old rundown farmhouse in the backwoods of Minnesota with some old hippies and their rather attractive daughter, which was kind of fun, though I was often sick the entire time I was there. Despite its dilapidation, the house always felt very welcoming, and I always returned to find the kitchen light on when I returned, no matter who had turned it off before. On the final morning of my stay, I lay drowsing on the floor staring at light on the ceiling, contemplating my life... when I hear a very loud click to my right and the light suddenly turning on. I immediately shot up out of my sleeping bag and freaked the fuck out. *Something* turned on that light and I knew that it would have taken an electrical surge so powerful it would have blown out that light to move that old sticky switch. It was the first personal experience I've ever had of something "supernatural" that I couldn't just explain away.
Another ghostly encounter came while living in California, and would usually happen around dawn. I'd wake up from really these very intense, violent dreams and see, standing the corner of the room of a girl with ashen-skin, long, black-stringy hair, and large bright-red lips. She'd quickly fade as I woke, but was always left with this lingering sense of loneliness. This happened maybe 2 or 3 times in my years there... the final time happening maybe a week before I was to move away. As I woke from an intensely painful dream that I sadly forgot to record, I awoke finding that I couldn't move. In the place where she usually stood was this solid red rod about 6 feet long and maybe a foot in diameter that stuck out at an angle into the middle of the room above my futon. My eyes then wandered to the very real presence on my left and I saw her kneeling next to me, her face a mere 2 feet away from mine. I saw her bright red lips... just a bit too wide for her face, which was just a bit too stretched and angular... and her eyes, no longer obscured by hair, just black, empty sockets. Then, she and the rod faded and I could move again.
These are just a few of the things I've encountered.
