Next stop on our ghost hunt deviates from my own personal encounters to those of another. On The Probe, I’m after authentic hauntings shared by people who have personally experienced paranormal contacts. For today’s blog I interviewed JE.
Hi JE, thank you for agreeing to share your encounters with my readers. I assume you are a believer in the paranormal like ghosts and haunted houses. When did you become a believer?
This question has a complicated answer. I have always been a believer. Having said that, there was a short part of my adult life where I let doubters cloud my ideas. When you do not believe, fewer things come to you. As a child one of my first memories is of sitting behind the couch talking to the glitter people. I cannot recall exactly what was said or if they were the same people, but intermingled in the dust motes that fly through the air there would be ones that glittered. Those were the ones that spoke.
Love the name glitter people. I may have to steal that for a book.
What occurred to confirm your belief in the paranormal?
As I said, I went through a few years playing the role of responsible doubter. I do say “playing” as I always felt there was something else. I let myself forget the glitter people. I put off my visions as coincidences. Dreams? Nah, that was just a normal dream, not something that would come true.
A few years back some of my “feelings” became very strong and I spoke with my mother about them. She is someone I would not have told much throughout life as she tends to be more grounded in the provable here and now. She started telling me about visions she had in life as well as my grandmother and how you should always heed strong feelings.
This is off the topic, I could follow this line for quite a while.
Anyway talking with someone else started to open my eyes to things I denied for years.
On to the ghost part of this conversation—unless the glitter people were ghosts—I cannot claim any official ghosts until very recently. I have felt spirits but never been able to claim they were ghosts. I had a wreck about 8 years ago where I t-boned an armored car. I heard clear as day someone tell me to let go and it would all be okay. I was going 70 miles an hour. I did. I let go of the wheel right before impact. My car looked like the person within should be dead. I walked away with nothing more than scratches. Still, I can’t really claim that was a ghost, so not counting it.
My real ghosts started when we moved into our brand new house. We built the house. There was nobody in it before us. We do live close to a cemetery, but I don’t feel it’s residents of the cemetery that visit us.
Are you still being haunted?
I am going to combine a few thoughts into this—other than just: are we currently being haunted?
The first spirit that came to us is the one that dismissed any doubts I had and made a firm believer of a non-believing husband. It was his father who had passed away about a year before. It started with things that were easily deniable. The air conditioning temperature would be changed, the lights would be different than we had left them. Then one night my husband and I were sitting in the bed in a silent house. Kids were asleep. Everything was off. TV was silent. We were just talking. We were both startled when the first few notes of the opening sequence for one of the movie companies played. (I think paramount but not sure.) We both heard the same thing. There was no explanation. It came from within a few feet of us. After confirming to each other what we heard, we started talking about the other unexplainable things that had been happening. We had both been noticing the same things, but put them off as kids changing them or something not set quite right in the house.
The night progressed even stranger. Movies that belonged to my father-in-law started being pushed out of place. Ones beside them would still be perfect, but every James Bond movie was shoved forward—by about 2 inches—while we were watching. There were some noises and lights. We saw shadows but not his form.
Anything happen recently?
He left us after awhile. Obviously, he was never a mean spirit. I believe he just wanted to check in on his family. After he visited, it seems our house has become a place where they pass through. Very few have been mean. Most make sure to keep themselves away from the kids. There have been very few times when someone was not with us. We do currently have someone with us. I haven’t been able to get a great feeling of who she is, but she doesn’t seem bad.
What was your scariest encounter?
Our scariest ghost was not nice. He didn’t keep himself away from the kids. My youngest would talk about seeing the witch man. He also heard footsteps in the attic often. As for me, my animals became very protective. I have two cats and a dog. They stayed by my side constantly. Even to the point my cats would be sleeping, and if I stopped and was still, the three would form a semi-circle around me pointing in different directions. Ollie, my little black kitty girl, would hiss at things. Whoever he was, they didn’t want him near me and became very protective.
Is your ghost friendly or sinister?
I have had both, but mostly very kind ones that just pass through. Some seem to want something. Others I’m not sure why they visit.
I don’t see the perfect spot for this one, so will throw it in here. One of the most special visits was from a child. She caressed my arm. This was during the winter when we had a fire going. I thought it was my black kitty, Ollie. It was a super soft, sweet feel. Nothing sinister at all.
My husband, who was sitting on the other side of me, asked if I saw what passed by the fireplace. I laughed and told him it was Ollie, and that she had just rubbed my arm. His eyes got huge. He explained that it wasn’t Ollie, that the thing passing in front of the fireplace covered the flames from his view. Once again I told him, no I felt her go by. I said, see, I will call her and she will come from our bedroom. When I did call her, she came from the other side of the house.
This little girl stayed with us about a month. She showed herself a few times but never clearly. She was about the height of the couch back. She would giggle and sometimes call for mother—my kids call me mom or mommy. I’m not sure what happened to her, but I believe she sought me out because I’m a mom and she needed me.
Later, JE emailed me with another encounter.
I forgot one of the best. My husband was out of town so I was sleeping on the couch. I didn’t want to sleep in our big bed alone. I woke up when the locked front door opened and closed. I know I was not just waking from a dream because my dog was reacting. She was barking and trembling. I lay there in fear for several minutes. I thought it was a flesh and blood intruder. Outside no animals were disturbed.
Thank you, JE. Your stories have been both chilling and enlightening, and have given me comfort in knowing that others have experienced similar hauntings as I have.
JE’s re-telling of her encounters gave me chills. I’m the first to admit I have an over active imagination. But to hear someone relaying experiences similar to mine verifies much of what I have instinctually believed most of my life but had no solid evidence to produce.
And quite possibly, ghosts don’t want to leave any solid evidence. I mean, if we had factual evidence of their existence, what does that do commonly held belief systems that say we die and go to a better place. It’s the same as proof of aliens. How does proof of life on other planets fit into a person’s nice neat little religious doctrine.
If you have experienced the paranormal, but have been afraid to say anything—like I was for many years—here’s your chance. Include what happened to you in a comment or email me. No need to use your real name, we just want to hear about your contact with the spirit world to compare notes, probe a little deeper into the unknown, and scare the heck out of ourselves.
Update on The Elementals
Reader Rockwell K did some research into mythology. He wrote:
According to the Empedocles—a Greek philosopher, scientist and healer—who lived in Sicily in the fifth century B.C., all matter is comprised of four “roots” or elements of earth, air, fire and water.”
“In his Doctrine of the Four Elements, Empedocles described these elements not only as physical manifestations or material substances, but also as spiritual essences.”
“…the interaction of the four elements is influenced by the relationship between the two great life energies of Love and Strife”
“Empedocles explained that there are two great living forces in the universe, which he called Love (Philotês) and Strife (Neikos)”
So, maybe these “evil elementals” are part of Neikos? Not a bad name, eh? or maybe we play on the word Strife, like Stritans.. which is an old Germanic version of strife meaning to fight (but also sounds like Titans, which is kind of cool).
Very cool, Rockwell. So as names for the “evil elements”, we have:
I’m leaning toward Neikx. As Rockwell pointed out in his reply comment, The Neikx Doctrine is visually appealing.
How about you, what is your vote for a name to be used in one of my novels for the “evil elementals”?
Ghostly Photo of the Week
The photo was taken in 1959 at Corroboree Rock at Alice Springs, Northern Territory, Australia (for you Anthony). Faintly, in the center of the photograph, can be seen the ghostly image of a woman in a long dress. What’s creepy is that she is holding something like a camera or binoculars or some alien device.
If this truly is an apparition captured on film, several questions arise:
- What is she staring at and why?
- Are there cameras and binoculars in the afterlife?
- Is this an instance where the camera caught images from a different dimension?
- Or, as some have suggested, is she a time traveler, who was caught in the act of watching us.
Creep me! Freak me! What are your thoughts? I’d love hearing from you.
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