|Posted by Fr Kelsey Graham on August 21, 2010 at 5:50 PM||comments (0)|
I believe that I am some sort of an antenna. Ever since I was a child I have felt that I knew when someone or something is there. I am in my mid 30's, a reasonably intelligent guy, with no devotion to any particular religion. I was brought up in a Christian home and still live my life with a lot of the values I was taught then. In other words, I'm one of those that have to see to believe, or feel as the case may be.
When I first moved into the home that I live in today everything seemed fine. There is a cemetery just behind my back yard. I knew this before buying and it didn't bother me. I have lived by a cemetery before. Shortly after I moved in "it" started again. There are many of these "happenings", as I will call them, and this is one.
I was lying on the couch about an hour into my sleep when I felt "it". I knew he or she was there. As I have done many times before I acted as if I was ignoring it. Sometimes I will roll over to my side facing it (with my eyes still shut obviously). I used to roll over to the other way but that seems to get them more fired up. All I have to do is open my eyes, which is easier said than done. I have the feeling that one day I will, and then I may actually see the apparition. Also, sometimes I can feel that it is a male or female. This was not the case with this one.
I'm lying there and I can feel it getting closer. There are no footsteps; there are no sounds. Then I feel it as close to my face as to try to get me to jump. It is so close that if it had hair it would be touching mine. It moves slowly to my ear and breaths real lightly. I am all but freaking out. This is the most aggressive and persistent that any have been before. I knew what it wanted. It wanted me to look and I wasn't going to. Then it made a sound. And that sound vibrated my ear with the breath. I have no clue what it was because it was so light. I remember it was repeated three times very quickly. Beaty beaty beaty... Peaty peaty peaty... I don't know.
All I know is that was the breaking point. I tried to make it look as if I was just startled and woke up. Keeping my head pointed the other way I sat up, brushed my hair with my hands, and wiped my eyes with my hands (anything to give them plenty of time to disappear or move away). I then reached for the light and it was gone. I knew it was gone before I turned on the light because the feeling left.
That was the first and last time I felt anything from this particular one. Sometimes it's a one-time deal and sometimes it can last better than a week. When it hasn't happened for awhile I get frustrated that I have lost this gift, curse, ability, what ever you want to call it. I like knowing I can do something special. But, then when it happens, more often then not, I try to push it away. Kind of like "coming back later when I feel more powerful than you (when I have clothes on, or someone around me, etc) ".
I have tried to provoke it when it has happened while I'm moving from one room to another, or I'm in the middle of doing something. Every hair on my neck will stand up, I get chills all over, and yet I will stand there, close my eyes, and try to communicate with it. I have tried a calm voice. I have tried to be the aggressor in saying "I know your there, Talk to me, Touch me, move something. But I have not been successful. I can just feel them moving around me, looking at me. I don't know what they want. Maybe it's something I'm doing they don't like, or something I'm not doing.
Neither my friends nor family know about this. The only one that knows some of the history is my Ex-wife. And that is because some things were happening when we were married. I told her that whatever it is, it must be following me. A couple of years after we divorced (we are still good friends) I asked if she had had any more problems. She hadn't though about it in a long time and said that after I left they seemed to stop. It wasn't until later I begin to realize that it's not the same, they are different.
I can't wait for the next one. I would love to work with others that know more about some of these things.
|Posted by Fr Kelsey Graham on August 21, 2010 at 5:48 PM||comments (0)|
It had been a slow week for our little ghost hunting group, when one of our group members told us about this old cabin him and his family used to live in located in Jefferson County. He told us both of his great grandparents had died inside the house, but after he talked to his mom about it, we found out three others had died in there as well.
Josh continued to tell us about what would happen in the house. He said one day he was home alone, and he had made himself a hamburger and left it to cool on the counter, when he came back to get it, a bite had been taken out of it. Then he told us about the cold... Every room in the house was freezing, as we found out the night we stayed there. It was roughly 10:00 at night when we finally made it to the cabin. I stared at it for a moment. Then we realized the doors were locked, leaving yours truly with the task of climbing in through a window to unlock the doors. I stopped and looked around when I got in there... It was dark, and quiet, too quiet, that, "What the hell happens next..." kind of quiet.
I ran and unlocked the doors and everyone else came in. Not much happened to begin with, but after we stepped outside for a few minutes to check stuff out, something happened... We came back in and sat in the living room in a big circle with the lights out. We tried talking to the spirits, but nothing was happening. I decided to go and take another look at the kitchen, which all of us had been in earlier, and all of us had left at the same exact time. I come into the hallway and freeze... Every cabinet door stood wide open, even the fridge stood wide open. Everyone came and checked it out, and we ruled out the possibility that it was one of us.
Me and former member Sean decided to stay in the kitchen and try and talk to it. The other 4 members split into pairs of two and went to different rooms. ME and sean stood there for a good five minutes with nothing happening, until both Josh and Adam ran into the kitchen excitedly. They told us that the closet cabinet in the back room was rocking back and forth, and that the vase on the top didn't move with it. They said when it stopped, they tried to recreate it, but the vase moved with it when they tried. So we switched rooms, and me and sean went to the back room. We tried once again talking to it, saying stuff like, "If you're here, can you give us a sign of your presence?" sure enough, we got a sign. We were standing about 4 feet away from the closet cabinet, the only light on it was the moon shining in the window next too it, and we hear a knock from the inside, we're like, "Woah!" Suddenly, whatever knocked on it punched the inside, so hard that the door actually flexed as if being punched from the inside.
We said some words that would make a sailor blush, then we walked over there to find that there was nothing inside it all, it was empty. Suddenly from the living room we heard josh crying, so we ran to check on him. He sat there, tears rolling down his face as he told us he could hear his great grandfather talking to him...
|Posted by Fr Kelsey Graham on August 21, 2010 at 5:46 PM||comments (0)|
The haunting in my parents' house started when I was thirteen.
I woke up one morning and went to the kitchen to eat breakfast and my mom was sitting, just staring, and the kitchen table. I could sense something was bothering her, so we started talking about what we were going to do that day and eventually she told me what the matter was.
She told me that morning she had gotten up early and was washing clothes in the laundry room. At the back of the laundry room was the dryer and she stood there folding clothes. She said she started feeling sick and could feel someone standing in the doorway behind her. She didn't turn to see who was there but continued folding clothes and then she heard crying, a child's cry. She turned to look thinking it was me or one of my younger brothers up from a bad dream, but there was no one there, and the crying continued.
She said she could look at the exact point the crying was coming from and it started to move away from her, going in the dining room. She followed the crying and it continued to move, out of the dining room and into the living room, from the living room in to the hallway until it faded away.
She was left standing there thinking she was going crazy, with the sick, sinking feeling still fresh in her abdomen. I believed her.
I was shocked she would tell me such a thing, because my mom was always very level headed and never talked of such things, as spirits or ghosts. From then on, my mother and I and my youngest brother would experience many odder, unexplainable things.
|Posted by Fr Kelsey Graham on August 21, 2010 at 5:44 PM||comments (0)|
This took place in Talladega, Alabama around 1995. I am 54 years old now and I have never done any kind of drugs and very little alcohol. I only have one son and he was in Tuscaloosa, Alabama in college. He had been there about three years, so there was only my husband and I still at home. My husband would always leave for work around 5.00 a.m. and he would always wake me up before he left so that I could get ready to go to work myself.
This particular morning I was lying there trying to make myself get up, and all a sudden I heard heavy breathing in the other end of my house. I was not asleep and I had heard the sound of my husband's truck leaving the driveway. I heard the breathing coming closer to my bedroom. I was facing the door in the direction it was coming toward. I knew nothing had come into my house that night because the burglar alarm would have gone off if there had been.
This being came into my bedroom. Of course, I was scared out of my mind, but I had to see what it was. I glanced up at it and it was like dark smoke in the form of a man. Its face was completely black and it was looking at me. It smelled like a fire pit. I lay there scared to move with my eyes closed now, and I felt it sit down on my bed. This thing was very very heavy. I have a very expensive mattress and box spring, and this thing picked my side of the bed up. My husband weights 210 pounds and he doesn't even shake it when he lays down.
This thing was still breathing very hard and it was like a struggle for it to breathe. It was now lying on my bed beside me and I was facing it. I couldn't look anymore. I began to pray that this thing would leave my home, and after a few minutes I felt it get up off the bed and it proceeded to go back the way it came in. I kept listening for it to be gone from the house, and I will tell you that it didn't come in a door or go out a door. But I finally couldn't hear the breathing anymore. It went out the side of the house that my dog pens are on, and there is no doorway for exiting on that side. My dogs began to bark something awful. I guess they saw or heard it to.
I don't know where it came from or where it went. All I care is that it doesn't come back.