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Your Text: Insert Slimies » Insert UBB Code » Close Last Tag \| All Tags UBB Help	When I was a baby, my parents became convinced I was haunted (or at least, my bedroom in two consecutive homes was). There were so many strange things going on, least of which was that no matter how well my father fastened the window, he always found it open again when he checked before going to bed. Things went missing around the home, and turned up in the strangest places. The dog refused to go near the top landing of the house, growling and whimpering if an attempt was made to force him. My father would regularly find that my sheets, earlier kicked off (a habit I had) were later tucked neatly back in. My father would often find me gurgling and giggling at something he couldn't see. Some of these things could be explained; I was a strange child anyway, and within a couple of weeks from birth, I would stand against the rails of my cot (at the time, in my parent's room) and wake my father by staring at him. Perhaps I just amused myself by gurgling at the ceiling to wind him up. My parents used to argue all the time about where one of them moved something that had gone missing or moved somewhere odd - perhaps they really were just absent-mindedly moving things and forgetting where they put them. Maybe the dog was just as strange as I was. But the window and the sheets are inexplicably odd, unless one assumes that somebody was breaking in regularly to mess with my parent's heads. I remain pretty much open-minded about a lot of things, but I don't know whether to laugh or seethe when I see things like 'Most Haunted'. Programs like that only serve to enthrall the ignorant and easily lead. Sensational, misleading bollocks like that just encourages idiocy and superstition amongst the stupid majority. In fact, I'm cynical of most of the crap I hear about ghosts, even if I can't dismiss my parent's claims easily - my father's a pragmatic and intelligent man, even if my mother is given to flights of fancy. On the flipside: When my brother and I were just kids, my family lived in a building where virtually [i]every[/i] resident complained frequently of nightmares and strange disturbances (other than the Notting Hill Carnival that used to pass under our windows every year). I had two very odd 'visions' in this place that (I suppose) are easily dismissed as the sleepy imaginings of a child, but which were more vivid than any dreams I've ever had. My parents shared a horrid 'nightmare' one night that the lights were dimmed (as though something had fallen across the lamp) and they were pinned to the bed while several shadowy figures examined them, whispering between themselves. My father fought to speak or sit up and eventually broke free, yelling loudly, whereupon they both 'awoke'. Elsewhere, my father was working in a house alone one evening, when a woman came through the front hall and tromped up the stairs towards him. He assumed she was related to the people who had employed him, and went to greet her... whereupon she vanished. In a house halfway up a mountain in Ireland, my father (and several other people) kept getting the feeling of a 'presence'. My father had a weird dream one night that he was in the same house, but with a lot of old furniture he'd never seen before. He was sat in the living room gasping for breath, and feeling as though something was crushing his chest. It was something that we shrugged off until a visitor's toddler came running in from the empty living room one day, crying that the old man in there had pinched him. We later learned that until we took the house, it had lain empty since the previous owner had died of a heart attack in the living room. I worked as a waiter in a restaurant for a while, where I used to go in first thing every day to give the place a quick clean, and get everything set out before we opened for breakfast. Time and again, from the corner of my eye, I would catch somebody standind between the tables, or in the corner, and one time, even walking towards me from the kitchens. When I snapped my head round to look, there was nothing there. When I mentioned it to the owner, he laughed that others had told him the same thing. I mentioned jokingly to a friend once that I thought her home haunted after several times hearing someone lightly 'cough', and feeling that there was somebody in the room with me all the time. She didn't laugh, as she apparently kept to herself the conviction that the house was indeed haunted. If I trawl my memory, there are countless times that strange things have happened. Most of them, I've dismissed out of hand as trivial or easily explained. There are still a large number of events that are a simple and undeniable mystery. I honestly don't want to believe that the only thing to do after death is hang around tormenting dogs and babies, and giving people nightmares. Ultimately, I suppose I don't [i]really[/i] believe in ghosts, and there's an awful lot that can be attributed to hallucinations, subsonic vibrations, toxic air, and imagination. The cynic in me breaks out laughing at some of the crap people come out with, and if I weren't me, this very post would probably set me off... ...but there's a small part of me that refuses to dismiss all other possibilities. I choose not to dwell on the immediately inexplicable. The only thing for sure is this; I fear nothing, ever, and certainly not death or what lies beyond it. Whatever it is, discovering it can wait till I'm done trying to live. [small](Edited by [url=http://www.ozoneasylum.com/user/4663]White Hawk[/url] on 02-25-2009 13:21)[/small] Loading...
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