A Strange Chain of Events

So, even with all that I know and all that I've experienced, I still try to maintain normal life and try to find logical explanations for things. Only when those things add up over a short period of time do I then sit back and review the evidence and make a decision on where to go next. Right now I am at one of those crossroads. I've been told on two separate occasions now that there is something I am holding onto that I need to let go of. For me, my first thought is talking with spirits and my curiosity and documentation and pursuit of the paranormal. But there has been many many many things in my life that I could be holding onto that I need to let go of. But because of this random warning which has happened twice now, I still try to distance myself as much as possible with everyday life and how it intertwines with the paranormal. Yes there are ghosts in my house. I know this. I've felt them, I've seen them, but I believe at this time that we had a truce. But I'm going to leave this up to you to decide and mull around. To me there is a lot of "maybes" and "coincidences" which I don't really believe in, but I do know that things happen and if you are actively looking for paranormal answers, chances are anything and everything could potentially point you in that direction.
    
So here are the facts:
1) If we have a late and busy night and put the kids to bed without praying, one of them will (without missing a beat) wake up at 5:00am with "nightmares". My 5 year old has been touched and tonight my three year old said something about someone poking her last night and she thought it was Jesus, but it wasn't. It was a ghost. How does she even know what a ghost is or what the word even means? It is NOT something I talk about around my kids, but she honestly could have picked it up from anywhere. Other kids, her brother, Halloween themed cartoons (you know the seasonal ones, I've seen some of the things they watch and it's like, really TV network? You're going to talk about monsters?? So who knows...) just a little tid bit nugget that would usually go unnoticed, but....

2) Last night I had literally almost no sleep because I kept being touched on my shoulder. Almost all night long. A very light and gentle poke on my upper arm/shoulder.Also I heard the sound a teacup makes as you set it down on the saucer. Inside my bedroom. There are no tea sets in my bedroom, nothing to make that noise. We didn't even have the fan on last night.

3) Also yesterday, in the early evening after my fiance got home from work, we were about to go pick up the kids from their grandmother's house and Will was in the kitchen and I was sitting in the living room watching TV and I saw her. She was a young teen. Very very pale with black kind of greasy messy hair. She was wearing a grey and black houndstooth dress. She was peeking her head around the corner of the hallway on the opposite side of the house my fiance was on. It was a very quick glance so I didn't see her long enough to identify her, but it definitely startled me. It startled her as well and she was gone so quickly. I knew she was afraid and did not want to be seen. I got up and looked down the hallway and the two bedrooms, but of course there was nothing. About 20 minutes later, my fiance was outside and I was about to join him so that we could leave to go get the kids. Just like before with my ex husband, I heard a noise of something hitting the floor in the kitchen. I looked in and the fly swatter was laying on the floor, not quite the center of the floor as the remote had been, but far enough away that made me wonder. I placed it back on the counter as it had been and tried a few different ways to attempt to get the same distance if I had been mistaken on where it was sitting on the counter (even though I know it was all the way back against the wall). I turned the handle facing the floor and gently pushed down as if maybe it had slipped; Straight down near the cabinets. I tried flipping it by pressing my hand down faster on the end. It went a little farther but still not the same distance. I tried a few other options of how it could have been laying and gravity blah blah blah, but I could never replicate it. By itself it's nothing of course. Only enough to make you go "hmmmm..."

4) Then there was the picture of my mom (who passed away 7 years ago) that I put in the kids bedroom and asked her to watch over them. This was about a week ago I guess. I heard glass shatter and the kids were in bed and it was almost completely across the room, broken glass, frame broken in half (a very strong metal one) and yet the picture of my mom wasn't even scratched (thank goodness).

5) Then today, the day after I saw the girl, the fly swatter "incident" and I spent all night being touched, I got up this morning and the kitchen window was covered in flies. Gross!! What the heck is going on? I took a picture but it doesn't even do it justice! There were SO many!

 

 



I was so disgusted that I grabbed the Windex and sprayed them all and got TP and flushed them! It was really disturbing! Where did they come from? Now this is the South so as gross as it is, people do get a lot of flies out here. I checked all the other windows in the house and this one window in the kitchen was the only one with them. The garbage was not over flowing, but the dishes did need to be done. Again, by itself it is gross but not necessarily something to cause alarm. I guess... Yuck!

6) And finally about an hour later after the flies, I was cleaning the kitchen (because yeah flies, ew! not happening again!) and getting ready to make supper. All of the sudden I see something out of the corner of my eye and I heard a really loud thud on the window in the kitchen. I didn't even realize that my son had walked into the kitchen. I just kept doing what I was doing. I thought maybe Will had hit it with his hand killing a bug or whopped it with something. Odd, but whatever I hate bugs so not a big deal. But then my son says, "Mommy! A bird just flew into the window outside." I ran to the back door to go see and sure enough, he was right. He was upset I wouldn't let him see it, but the poor thing was hurt really badly and no 5 year-old needs to have that image in his head.

 

 

I don't know if it just broke its arm or not but it appeared to have spinal damage :( It's hard to tell (sorry all my pictures are taken with my phone, because usually it's the only thing on hand) but the birds head is on the ground in this picture. Will got his gloves and picked it up and made a soft nest for him up off the ground. So far he is still alive, but I have my doubts he'll make it through the night. But again, this being an incident all on it's own is sad and unusual. However, in the context of everything that has gone on just in the last 24 hours makes me wonder what is really going on here. I know birds do fly into windows and depending on where you live this could be a very regular occurrence, but it's not something I've seen even a handful of times in my life and the timing of these "odd happenings" is too close together for my comfort.

    

My worst fear is that this is something evil. That is my absolute worst fear, but if it is nice or even benign I am ok with that. I felt like there was a truce made in this house and ground rules were established. You don't mess with me or my family and we won't make you leave. I think that is fair enough. I wouldn't want to be kicked out of my home if I wasn't doing anything wrong, so I have no problem sharing the space so long as both parties uphold their end of the deal. So I hesitate in blaming all of this on what I know is already here and a part of this property, because to be honest I don't really know what happens to them or where they go when you make them leave. Is this them?  Or something else? Is it evil? How long do I wait before I do something about it? What is going on in this house? Or possibly this is all just a strange chain of events that had absolutely nothing to do with the supernatural and just made me stop and say, "Hmmmmm."

 

I will update as things occur. Let me know your thoughts on the matter and as always...keep asking.

The Dark Man

     Today my son was picked up from kindergarten by his grandma because I was at work. He told her how there was a dark man inside of him and that it was hurting him. He said that it came out of his hand and went out the window. He went on to explain that it left something green on his hand to prove that it had been inside him. As the night progressed, my son began to feel very ill. He started to get a fever and just wanted to go to sleep. My fiance tried to gently find out more about this dark man. He asked my son if he had seen the man before. He replied "No." Then my fiance asked if he knew the man's name and my son replied, "No." My fiance even took the kids to McDonalds to get them something "special" for supper. They were excited but my son felt so ill that he hardly ate one of his chicken nuggets and maybe just a few fries. He just wanted to lay down.
     Now I am not so paranormal trigger happy (did you like the play on words there?) that I would just automatically jump and say, "Oh my gosh! Beau is a psychic kid and is being hurt by some unseen spirit!" It could be a physical manifestation of how he was feeling inside; not feeling well. It could be something he picked up from some of the kids at school (the idea of the dark man as well as the virus). Honestly there could be several reasons for it.
     Well then why am I adding it to my paranormal blog? Well, there is a small nagging doubt. The details about the man, the fact that he has had nightmares and night terrors since he was a baby (way before he had ever watched TV), the fact that he spent a good deal of time at his grandparent's house in Oregon where I know 100% that there are dark negative entities there. The reason I am adding this is because there are always clues. Some may prove to be nothing and completely unrelated, but I am not in the business of brushing things off. Too many things have happened to not notice and notate things like this. I know this Mama will always keep asking.

Welcome Back, We've Missed You!

     We have moved back to South Carolina, back into the old house where the remote falling in the kitchen incident happened. I was nervous about coming back to this house because of all the things that happened last time. Especially because of how sensitive the kids are. I told my fiance about the house and how we will need to have it blessed, either ourselves or by a Pastor. The first few nights we noticed a lot of loud bangs about the same time of night. It sounded as if a large box had fallen over or a heavy book had fallen off a shelf, but every time we investigated there was nothing. Nothing was on the floor, nothing was out of place. I am not thrilled to live with loud residual bangs in the night, but if that is the worst that happens then I am okay with it. It was either the third or fourth night we were here and Beau woke us up crying at about 2:00 or 3:00 in the morning. He said that he woke up because someone was tickling his neck under his chin. It really shook him up. I had him sit in my lap and I prayed over him. I prayed for his protection and I spoke with firm conviction in the authority that I have over myself and my children and my home. I demanded in the name of Jesus that whatever is in this house may not touch me or my children. It may not let it's presence be made known and it may NOT influence anyone in this house or it would be forced to leave. Since that night there have been no bangs, no one has been touched and even the feeling of being watched in the house is barely noticeable. I think it is probably gone, but it is not something I will forget so it crosses my mind from time to time, but that could always be any spirits, not necessarily the house.
     The very next night, our landlord's brother came by to see how things were going. He told us about the history of the house and the property. The old house was burned down by Sherman when he rode through the South. The second house was rebuilt in it's place and made to be "fire proof" apparently that did not work because it also burned down. The ruins of the old house are in the side yard! It is barely noticeable through the trees. The house that we are in now is over 100 years old and one of the old farm buildings is still in the backyard which is over 150 years old. We told him that we planned on using the upstairs of the house to be our bedroom once work on it is finished. He then told us that there are a lot of spirits that reside in this house. I thought that was interesting to tell someone after less than a week of them living there, but even more so important is that someone else has experienced things in this house (our landlord and his brother grew up in this house). Although I am doing much better about trusting myself and the things I experience now, it always makes you feel s much better when someone else backs you up with their separate experiences. It helps to close that gap that makes you feel isolated and alone to know there are so many others out there just like you.

The ruins at the edge of the woods

Closer up, can you see them yet?

Looking inside through the side window of the ruins

 

    Update: I walked through the woods to take pictures of the ruins for you to see (just now!) and as I approached a side window to get better pictures of the inside of the house, I felt a strong sense of being watched. I looked to the left and there was an older man standing there just watching me. He was about 6'1. He was wearing a blue jean shirt with blue jean pants and brown boots. He looked to have been in his 60's. The strangest part was I could feel his emotion and he knew that he was no longer among the living. I'm not sure who he was, but more investigation is in order. As I approached the window to get some shots of within the house, I was filled with a feeling of anxiety. The same feeling you would feel if you walked over to one of your neighbor's houses while they were home and started looking into their house through the windows. I felt like an intruder. I felt that the man was telling me that I made it clear they are not welcome here, why do I think I can go over to the ruins. That was THEIR house. I got the message and snapped my pictures and left.
I hope you enjoy the pictures and as always, Keep Asking.

The Man of Murray Road

Recently my roomate was telling me that earlier in the day she thought she had seen a man on the side of the road about to cross. She said there was a dense fog on the road. Almost as if there were an invisible wall up, after she passed the man, the fog was gone. I suggested to her that we should go and see if he is still there. Now, I left expecting to encounter nothing, especially since I have asked God not to let me physically see spirits. I didnt know however, that Ashley could infact see them. As we were driving I tried to look but could see nothing aside from the fog. I did witness the immediate drop off of the fog like a wall. I assumed she had not seen anything, but she told me she had seen the man. She was just afraid to say it out loud when she saw him. I asked her to describe him to me. She said he wore a dark jacket and jeans. He kind of reminded her of a greaser from back in the day.
We drove around three times and she saw him still. I told her I had an idea I wanted to try and asked if she would trust me, but I could not tell her what I was planning. She agreed and we drove around one last time. As we approached the fog I started praying in tongues and reached my hand forward. My intent was to pray for him. All of the sudden, my body tensed up and my chest felt as if someone were pushing on it. Out of fear my voice got louder and louder as if I felt threatened. The fluxtuation in my voice went from sympathy to rebuke. All of the sudden Ashley turned off the road. I asked her what she saw. She was too afraid to tell me as it was happening, but she said as I started praying the man started shacking his head, back and forth. She felt him telling her 'no' very urgently. As I kept praying and started yelling into rebuking, Ashley said he started freaking out and trying to run away, however he did not merely "run" in the sense that we would recognize, but he jumped forward/appeared several feet from each place he was at and the fog moved forward with him. Ashley could no longer see an end to the fog and got frightened which is why she turned off the road. As we went back to my apartments, the fog had covered everything. Although Ashley saw nothing, I had a vision and a terrible feeling of dread. He had followed us and was standing at my door. In an effort to not be pushed around or intimidated and also not to frighten Ashley more, I opened my car door anyway and got out. I had Ashley stand in the parking lot with me and pray before we went inside because I refuse to let anything come into my home. We prayed for God's protection and thanked Him for keeping us safe.
The next day I was talking with my friend Bryan. He said he had something to tell me and anxious to fill him in on what happened with Ashley and I, I said after he was done I had something to share with him as well. Bryan started saying he was walking his dog and saw a man. The hairs on the back of my neck stood up and I immediately knew what he was going to say.
"What did he look like?" I interrupted. Bryan said he had a dark jacket on and jeans. I felt my stomach tighten up. Bryan continued to explain exactly where he saw him and how he got a bad feeling from the man. A name also popped into Bryan's head and he Googled it when he got home. It turns out the man had helped build a house about two doors down from Bryan's house! Further investigation is still needed as to how he died and why he is still around walking this area and why he reacted that way to prayer.
When I told Bryan about our experience he could not believe it. I am hesitant to pursue this entity because if it was neutral or positive,  prayer would not have made it so angry. Perhaps someday I may be forced to confront him again.

Sorry It's Been A While

So I have to apologize for not writing for a long while. I do this a lot. Things happen, life and such. But also there have been tons and tons of more things that have happened. I have started helping people talk to loved ones and get questions answered or closure. The thing I have struggled with is should I share these or should they stay private? Obviously I wouldn't include names of individuals for that reason, but I just don't know if it would be worth anything to add these stories. Who would know if these claims were legitimate or not. The key parts of each story are only significant to the individuals in which they happened to. An example of one, if my friend who was letting me talk to his grandfather with him just to help me learn and grow. I asked my friend if "rabbit's foot" had any meaning to him. He laughed and was put more at ease and told me a story that was between he and his grandfather and that he had not even told his sister or his parents all those years.
     Another one I was my friend at the time who was also helping me, She wanted to know about the night her aunt died. There were things about her passing that didn't add up. The family had a theory, but it was officially ruled an accident. Shortly into the session, I stopped, looked up and asked my friend if her aunt had killed herself. We all got really quiet and she looked at me and said that had been what they had suspected but it had been ruled an accidental overdose. This story would have been a good one to use, because the aunt was in such a better place and since the death was several several years prior she had a lot more time to heal, which is very different from the people I usually converse with. I usually speak with loved ones who have been gone less than 5 years. The aunt had so much free will that she was really refusing to give actual details. She did not want to return to that place of darkness she was once at. She answered my friend's questions, but very limitedly (if that's even a word) because she really had no desire to relive/remember. She only gave me enough in visions of the location she had done it and her frame of mind beforehand.
     This is why I have not written anything. I am just not sure what to share, what might help someone who is needing answers or what would do more harm than good and leave so much room for a sceptic. It is very emotional for the individuals involved, but what does that do for my readers? You tell me. Should I share my "conversations" or should I leave them out? Leave me a comment of your opinion. Have a great night and keep asking!

Dracula

For sometime now I have been thinking back to my beginning. Lately I have been doing some research and learning. I know everyone's experiences are different and I've wondered why things started when they did and why it took so long to manifest in my life.
As far back as I can remember there have been bumps in the night and creepy feelings. An odd attraction to all things paranormal and even bouts of depression and the 'mean reds' (watch the movie breakfast at tiffany's if you dont get it).
I started reflecting on my earliest memories and a few nights ago I remembered how a very tall man used to stand at my doorway at night. I called him dracula because of the way he stood and paced at my door. It was my mother who taught me to sing praise songs whenever I felt afraid. She said the devil cannot be in the presents of the Lord. It gave me peace and always made my anxiety and fear go away. She would also pray with me at night for the Lord to send his angels to protect me as I slept. In this way, she was shielding me and the entity was not able to actually enter my room, only pace in the hallway outside my door. I believe my mom brought this to my memory because I've never thought of this time in my life from this perspective before. I've just joked around and said, "I have never been afraid of monsters under my bed or the boogy man in my closet. I was afraid of dracula pacing my bedroom at night." I could go into further details of experiences with 'dracula' but I might save that for another time. For now I have to just wonder...the conviction is in my heart, but am I really ready to face that I may have had a gift that young? And more than that...am I ready to admit that perhaps my strange childhood fear of dracula may not have been my imagination after all? More questions are rising as my son continues to wake up crying at night. Nearly every night. I'm fearful he is sensitive. How can I help him cope when I am only just now learning myself?
As always my friends, keep asking!

Guarding my heart

I tried something new the other night. I was having an anxiety attack. it has been a while since I have had to go through that and I can tell you, it is not something I am able to handle well. I was laying in bed unable to sleep and struggling with my brain and the emotions I was feeling. I asked my angel if it would please come hold my hand. I began to feel a tingling sensation in my hand. It was almost like small electrical pops. My heart rate slowed, my shoulders relaxed, and my whole body became calm and at peace. I asked the angel if it wouldnt mind holding my hand until I fell asleep. It wasn't much longer and I began to drift. As always, keep asking!