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Thought of your blog when I saw this model of a Halloween town at Yankee Candle in Deerfield :)

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For as long as I can remember, I have had supernatural experiences. My mother had them, her mother had them, and it seemed that I was destined to experience otherworldly events as well. Over the years I had heard voices of people who couldn’t be seen, seen shadows of figures who weren’t in the room, and even seen objects move on their own. Because of these experiences I became fascinated with the afterlife and ghosts. In high school, I decided that if I wanted any answers I would have to go out and look for them myself. Thus began my hobby of “ghost hunting.” I had been doing this for a little over a year and a half when I had my most terrifying and scarring experience of my life. I live on the Central Coast of California and there are many older cemeteries in the area, whether it be the Spanish Missions or some of the original graveyards of various founding families. I was walking through one of these city graveyards around two in the morning with some friends who were curious about my hobby but had never done it before themselves. I had heard a rumor of voices at this graveyard so I thought it would be a good choice for their first “hunt”. We had been walking around for almost an hour and a half when I heard a sound. I could hear what sounded like a soft whimpering some distance away, but to my surprise my friends made no signs of hearing the same voice. I asked and was right to find out that they had not heard a thing. I began walking toward where I thought I heard the sound. Without realizing it I had put about almost a hundred yards between me and my friends. I heard the sound again though and wasn’t deterred. I was walking through the older part of the cemetery. I was looking ahead to my right at a large family gravestone/plot. As I neared the area I felt colder and nervous, like my body was telling me to leave. Before I reached the plot there was a large tree between us. I looked at the plot before I began to pass the tree, but when I reached the other side of the large trunk and looked at the plot, I saw a young woman on her knees with her head in her hands, sobbing. I froze, making a sharp sound *involuntarily*, before she turned and looked at my directly in the eyes and vanished right before my eyes. I ran as fast as I possibly could out of the cemetery, unable to really comprehend what had just happened. Since that night, I went back with flowers and placed them on the plot and apologized for how I left her that night, but I still do not think I have the strength to bring myself to that grave without the sun’s assurance. 
 

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One apartment I lived in was haunted & one old house. In the apartment, my 4 year old son woke up in his bunk bed & saw a floating yellow misty figure with eyes but no other clear facial features. It “spoke” to him through his mind & said “Come with me…” My son yelled at him “NOOOO!” & had to run thru the figure to wake me up in bed where he told us what happened & slept with us the rest of the night. 

Around the same time I had a dream I saw this creepy guy looking at me & he was smoking, he had longish dark blonde hair.  He was in the hallway standing in looking into my bedroom. We often smelled smoke in the house even if no one around, including neighbors smoked. I have a felling this creepy guy killed himself but I never investigated.

We lived in a house built in the 1880’s in Pennsylvania for a year. My kids often heard there name being called and would say “Hey my friend must be calling me or Dad is home I hear him calling me!” & they would be certain & run outside but no one was there. This happened to both of them more than once. 

One early morning, my hubby got up from bed & started getting ready for work. I lay there going back to sleep when I heard this Irish or Scottish man’s voice say “Get Up!” really sharply to me. Then, right after I heard his voice, I heard a middle aged woman’s voice like she was in the middle of a conversation just sort of talking, like I was just overhearing her but it wasn’t related to me or the man.

The last thing was when I heard MY name whispered in the middle of the night… I woke up from a dream & heard my name whispered very clearly, yet the voice seemed close & far away at the same time. It wasn’t scary at the time

| Paperfork: Oh man! How creepy!

Besides the myriad of death in New York City, in which I identified a friend’s dead uncle in a hotel room, this year in college was the most profound haunting experience I’ve had in a while. I live on one of the United States most haunted campuses in the US. The ghost stories here are endless, and the sightings never stop. When I first moved in freshman year, I had a perfectly stably placed box get hurled from my closet towards my head. I said “None of that.” and I put the box back. Last year, I lived on one of the most haunted floors on campus. There wasn’t much about our room, but there was an old lady in a bonnet cap and an apron, and a man who felt like he walked around in a top hat in our bathroom. They were not married, or even in love, in fact, I would say their relationship was one based around mutual dislike. Funny how that can happen. Other than occasionally staring at you as you turned off the lights and left, they did little until one day. My roommate had been showering, and had heard hard banging on the wall of the bathroom stall. No one else was in the bathroom, she checked. There was also the sound of the paper towels being used, that clicking “shunk” kind of sound the manual dispensers make. She was looking at it, no one was using it. Then I had to pee. This wasn’t their usual activity, I didn’t want to go alone in case they were upset, or someone else had moved in so I dragged my roommate along. As we were going to the bathroom, we heard a “thunk” and my roommate said that was one of the noises she had heard. I told her to quick look around, find out if it’s just a pipe, or something fell. And then I looked up. All the foam ceiling tiles rose straight up, about 4 inches above their plastic resting frames. I was done peeing then. As they thunked back down I jumped out of the stall and skittered over into the other part of the bathroom. People coming in looked at us like we were crazy. It has never happened before, and hasn’t happened since. 

      This year, we lived on the same floor but in a different room. There had been construction all summer, and so a few spiritual things had changed. Our pair in the bathroom had moved elsewhere. Perhaps they couldn’t stand the banging in the bell tower above. Our RA had a terrible problem with a little drowned girl. She would stand dripping wet and sobbing and try and inflict whatever damage she could. She was unhappy and malicious. She would wander some at night, you could feel here in hall. We were no longer cautious about the bathroom, we were cautious about accidentally letting her into our room. Which we did one night. She stood by my bed and stared and was the most terrifying child I had ever seen in my life, though I tried incredibly hard to ignore her. She even frightened our resident ghost (who I will get to). One night, my roommate heard her scream a horrible, high pitched scream of pure anguish, a child in pain, which I could see both terrified and heart broke my poor roommate. 

      In our room, I quickly noticed we were not alone. Starting around midnight every night, a large, dull-witted older man would stand in the middle of the room. He stared in my direction  every night for weeks, and I thought maybe he was keeping an eye on the closet, but then one night I was shown his back, and he stared at my roommate. I slept that night. She did not. After the first night, we were talking with friends, and they had lived in that room the year before. “You know your room is haunted, right?” Yes, I said, OOOOh yes. I had her describe her experiences to me and the traits she described fit our man. She hears things, much like my roommate does. I see things. I had seen him doing the things she described. I had seen him perpetually reaching out, wanting to touch anything and everything out of sheer curiosity, and she had heard him running his hands along the wall, and murmuring to himself. He would move things in the closet on them. He would move things in the closet on me. He was so strong a presence that we couldn’t sleep. We avoided our room at all costs. We moved. 

There is more about this specific ghost in the early posts of Wellsthen.tumblr.com if you want to hear specifics. Otherwise, Happy Halloween.

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My dog, who I had had since I was five, my best and closest childhood friend, and confidant, passed away. He had been very upset by my mother leaving for brain surgery for weeks and stopped eating, and I wasn’t around to take care of him. I didn’t go without him for long, though. At night you could hear his nails clacking on the hardwood, and clack clacking up the stairs. You could hear him breathing at the end of the bed, and when he laid on the covers they were nearly impossible to move. He visited me for weeks after. I don’t know whether it was for my benefit, or because he wasn’t sure what else to do, but I appreciated it. It sounds sentimental but he comes back occasionally; with my larger dog who died years before. They are the only two to have stuck around and they make it very difficult to cover up sometimes. My oldest sister had been staying with us when he visited regularly and she told me she was creeped out by the clicking coming up the stairs. When she looked she never saw anything, but she could hear it. When I told her what she was hearing, it didn’t sooth her nerves much. 

A while after that (things picked up post construction) I was walking down the stairs when I received a sudden blow to my shoulder and began to fall face first. I became horizontal  (  _ = me) almost rolling down the rest of the stairs, when I was grabbed by the color of my shirt, pulled upright, and patted on the shoulder. Oh, did I mention no one was there? No one was there. I said thanks, and continued walking down the stairs. I don’t know if I was pushed by one and saved by another, or if the villain and the savior were one and the same. There is a mischievous spirit and a “good” spirit that work in tandem, but they live in the cellar. Perhaps the recent lack of a staircase, and the reversing of the direction of the cellar and regular stairs caused them to travel. Either that, or someone was screwing with me. 

To be continued…

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I have some real life ghost experiences for you.

   The first time I think I ever really saw a ghost outside my dreams was when I was about 6. I was outside, with my entire family outside, I’m sure of it, I could see all of them. Something in the house caught my eye, it was the black outline of a person wandering past the windows in my kitchen. Like I said, everyone present was outside, and if it was a person inside, I would have been able to see their face, but I saw nothing but a black outline. This didn’t bother me much. 

Later, when we were rebuilding the upstairs (construction, a known way to stir up spirits) I was sleeping behind the couch for a while until my room was finished. Every morning, at 3am, a male figure would interrupt my dreams, say hi, give me a little wave and then vanish. I didn’t panic much, I was kind of used to not being alone in my own house and he seemed nice enough. After getting up at 3am every morning for over a week however, I began to get annoyed, and when he woke me up I said, out loud “yes, hi, now stop. waking. me. up. every. day.” (I think a murderer could wake me up and I would be more angry that he woke me up than the fact he was threatening me). The next day, nothing happened, and the next. He had responded. The following day, my mother brought out a picture and put it on the mantle, and I took one look at it and my eyes teared up because I recognized the man as the one who had been waking me up. She told me it was my grandfather (her father). I never met him because he died in an asylum before I was born. I’m sorry grampa, I didn’t mean to yell.

To be continued…

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So this is my sister.. Took these a few years ago. I call it Gothic Wedding.. «She didnt get married..it was just something we did. She had a wedding dress that a friend gave her but she didnt use it so we put it to use in a photo shoot ! lol. : D 

Hope you enjoy! 

Kinsey Photography

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When my favorite Japanese singer sings on Halloween, it makes it!
Warning, it’s very kitsch! xD

I thoroughly enjoyed this! Thank you!

I was the photographer for a midnight series called Nerds Like Us in Los Angeles, CA. This last Friday we screen Beetlejuice! I had a photobooth set up in the lobby and this chick really caught my eye! 

Photo/editing by me (rainbowthundercunt.tumblr.com)

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