...Freaky Friday

It's a dark and rainy day here in the South. It feels like a Freaky Friday (not the movie) kind of day. Like anything could happen.

As I mentioned in my interview over at Ian's place yesterday, one of my favorite television shows is Ghost Hunters. I love how the T.A.P.S crew set out to disprove paranormal activity, but aren't afraid to admit when they have the proof to prove a "haunting". That sets them apart from any other "ghost hunter" crew out there. Plus, Jay, Grant & Steve kick butt (never mind Kris & Amy...and GHI? Nah)! Anyway, often people wonder why I get so into stuff like Ghost Hunters and the paranormal. I don't strike people as the type of person who would believe in that type of stuff.

You see, I've been seeing things since I was a baby. My Mom often tells of times that she would be changing my diaper and I would begin smiling, laughing, and waving at something over my Mom's shoulder. She has also told stories about me waving at something in our front door, as we would leave the driveway. I believe these stories that my Mom tells about this particular something, because I remember what she looked like. Yes, I said she.

[Cue creepy music]

I may have been 3 or 4 years old; I remember my Mom standing me up on the dining room table, for what reason, I'm not sure. I remember the dining room table begining to tilt as if it were going to tip over. As I replay this moment in my memory, everything plays in slow motion. I remember seeing her walk down the hallway toward me, and that's when I began saying something about my Nanny Bridges (my Grandmother). I guess to my little 4 year old mind, she looked like my Grandmother. That's when my Mom saw that the table was tipping over, and quickly scooped me up...clearly a little freaked out. Was she my guardian angel, or perhaps just a lady watching over me in the house? I don't guess I will ever know, but I will never ever forget what she looked like.

Fast forward a couple of years...

When I was about five years old, we moved to a house in a part of the county that was referred to as The Dark Corner. It sits at the foothills of the Blue Ridge Mountains, and was named the The Dark Corner, because it attracted outlaws and moonshiners. It is said that there were gun-fights, knife-fights, and mayhem in general. I tend to believe that the house we moved into was built on top of an indian burial ground. Why? Well, my Dad's Mom lived in the house before we moved in and I had spent the night with her one night. I remember waking up to go to the bathroom in the middle of the night, when I saw a man standing there at the door of the bedroom. His face wasn't real clear, but I could make out the outline of his body, and I could tell that he didn't have on many clothes (like an indian). By the outline of his head, I could tell that he didn't have any hair, and I could tell that he was very muscular. My Grandmother had a lamp that was hooked onto the headboard of the bed, that could be turned on by a a chain. The ghost scared me so much that I jumped up and turned that light on. I'm pretty sure that my Grandmother suffered a mini-heart attack that night.

That was the first of many occurrences to happen in that house. Everything from seeing shadows, to a man standing at the top of the stairs, to feeling like someone was standing right behind you while playing the piano. I never will forget that house, and the many, many "paranormal" experiences I had there.

I am not afraid to tell people of my experiences with things like the paranormal, because I know that they happened. I can't explain it though, and I don't intend to. But, I do believe that the "dead" are closer to us than we think.

I hope I haven't scared some of my new followers away. I felt like in honor of the dark and dreary day outside, doing a sort of Freaky Friday post would be fun! Do you have an "experiences" with the paranormal or some other type of entity that you would like to share? If not, it's okay. I tend to think that you have to sort of "believe" in these things, to see them. That's why children often see things; they're innocent and have no reason to not believe in anything.

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