Okay, well Barngoddess has got me in the mood to talk about ghosts and hauntings, plus this is the time of year for it!
I have a ghost, whom I have named “Bubba”. Now I don’t know if he is a male or a female spirit, but I Thought “Bubba” fit this entity just fine (is that the correct word? pfft I don’t know).
I first realized I had a ghost about 2 months after I moved into the apartment. Now, I don’t know if the other tenants ever had a problem (my ex boyfriend and his wife) with “Bubba”, but to me at first he was a nucience (sp?). Right before I went to sleep ever night I would feel my bed jar from the foot board. It jerked me awake every night. I got pissed one night and just yelled “WOULD YOU FREAKING QUIT!” Well since then it has not happened, lol.
Things would disappear for days, the reappear no where in the vacinity that I left them. It was strange.
A couple of times I have heard someone say my name, it’s usually really late at night, and NO I wasn’t asleep, normally watching tv or reading a book. It was a soft voice, not scary. A couple of times I answered to it, nimwhit, like “Bubba” would actually strike up a conversation. I don’t know what I was thinking. One night I heard something crash it made an awful noise, I thought something fell and broke. I got out of the bed and started searching the house, nothing, found absolutely nothing on the floor anywhere. I just laughed and said “Bubba, are you fooling with me again?” and went back to bed. I think he/she likes when I talk to him/her. I have NEVER felt like i was in the presence of an evil being, it’s always a nice feeling, kinda of a warm feeling, like maybe this spirit was an elderly person or even a child (discussed later in this post) that just doesn’t know that they are dead, I have not had the heart to tell him/her to go to the other side, I kinda like him/her there.
When I first started dating James, “Bubba” acted up alot. Never when James was around, he doesn’t believe I have a ghost/spirit. But whenever James would leave things started happening. Books a whole row of them falling off the book shelf, Bread being moved from counter to floor, doors shutting by themselves, and the dogs would run in the kitchen and bark their heads off for no reason. I sat down one night in the middle of my living room floor with all the lights off and had a discussion with “Bubba”, it went like this. “Bubba, I do not know why you are upset that I have a boyfriend, he is not going to hurt me or you, infact he doesn’t believe you exist. I would greatly appreciate if you would not throw books off shelves or put my expensive (sarah lee) bread on the floor. Now I’m going to bed, you be good”. Well the bread has never hit the floor again, but it hides from me every now and then.
One time I had just gotten all my dr suess books from when I was a child onto the shelf. I was on the phone and all the dr. suess books fell off the shelf, just them, no others and “Green eggs and ham” was on the floor opened, I went to pick them up and the page turned all by itself. K, that freaked me out. I mean who ever REALL expeirences a page turning by itself? The ceiling fan was on but on low, and it was winter so the windows were shut, the only draft that comes through is through the air conditioner unit, but never strong enough to turn a page in a book. I jumped back, and a little scream escaped my throat, then the dogs started running around barking and carring on. I picked up the books and put them back on the shelf, and went on with my business, a few seconds later I heard a “THUMP” and went back into the living room to see the SAME book on the floor opened up to the same page, I was okay, obviously SOME one wanted to read this book. So I gathered the book up and sat on the couch and read “Green Eggs and Ham” outloud feeling like a complete idiot. When I was done I put it back on the shelf and went on my way. I was cleaning the bathroom and I heard another thumb, I sighed, went back into the living room and another Dr. Suess book was on the floor opened, I ended up reading that book also, and I said after that book “No more I have things I need to do”. No more books fell for the rest of the day.
I have not heard much of “Bubba” lately, but last night he/she let themselves be known something in my walk in closet fell from the top shelf to the floor. It could not of fallen by itself, it was way back in the corner, and something was in front of it, it was a porcelian doll still in it’s box, she did not break, I put her back up on the shelf. I kinda get a feeling that this is a kid i’m dealing with or some immature spirit. LOL.
ANOTHER GHOST STORY
I lived in Wilson Hall while tending Northeastern State Univeristy In Oklahoma, in Tahlequah. THis was an Indian college and when it first started it was a womens college and alot of Native Americans attended it(i think at first it was purely a Native American college, but I could be wrong, laura if you still read this tell me if i’m wrong). It is a very old college campus, and there have been stories lurking around for years that there are hauntings in some of the buildings, in our dorm it was the Head Mistress (i think) whose name was Flo. They named the Cafe “Flos” in our dorm. People would say they saw an older woman lurking the halls checking on her “students” she would be upset if a girl and a boy were in the same room at night alone together. I lived in a co-ed dorm, my neighbors were boys. I never thought much of Flo, until one day I was in my dorm room, by myself and my glue stick took a flying leap off my desk and on the floor. I looked around and I didn’t see anything, I picked up the glue stick and put it back on my desk. I went to the bathroom then and came back and it was back on the floor, but on the other side of the room. Okay, I was a little freaked out. I told laura about this and she was a little freaked out. I was sleeping one night, Laura had gone home for the weekend, this would be the one weekend I DID NOT GO HOME, and even though I always locked our door when I went to sleep the door kept creeping open, I doubled checked to make sure that the locked actually worked, it did, i couldn’t understand why it kept opening. Then I heard a knock on the door (i think laura was there but I’m not for sure) but there were no shadows of feet from the hall way, course I never answered it I was to scared!!! This was a time where I didn’t feel all that great with this spirit lurking around, it felt like she was mad at me for something.
There have been rumors that Laura’s mom and stepdads house was haunted by a woman figure a young woman figure. Their house is a Victorian style home, and was once back when it was built was a doctors office, and it was said that a young girl died there, either from cancer or from birth, the story has never been TOO clear as to what it was.
The previous tenants of the home stated that they would see a girl standing on the second landing of the stairs. Or the piano playing and everyone was a sleep. Her step father stated that he’s seen her 2 times, and they’ve heard the balls breaking on the pool table and everyone was asleep or the piano was playing by it self.
One day Laura, my cousin C, and myself were fooling around on the Ouji board, and we made contact (however i do not really believe in the Ouji board) with this ghost. She stated that she was next to the door, we were in the dark and we were scared poopless. I said yeah right, and then my chair started moving back in forth (i was in a swivle desk chair) and my feet were flat on the floor. Laura and C thought that I was faking but then they could see my face in the moonlight and KNOW that I was not fooling with them, “No, guys, I am not doing this.” then the curtains over the door moved like someone was standing behind them, it was freaky. I said “oh alright I don’t believe this” and turned on the ceiling light. And loudly I said “if you are really here I want you to move this piece of chalk (billards chalk).” we all looked at it and it didn’t move. I said “Fine whatever” and we went back to the ouji board, and i asked “can you move the chalk” and it said ‘yes’ and I said ‘fine prove it’ and it said ‘hand’ and i was like WTF? Then I realized she wanted it in someones hand, why I have no idea. So i got back up and C turned on the light and I put the chalk in my hand, my hand was out flat. I said “go head move it” and it took a flying leap out of my hand, and NO i didn’t do it, my hand never moved from the position that it was first in, both Laura and C saw it, and they were totally freaked. I felt this cold air on my hand before the chalk moved. Needless to say that i never doubted that she was there, i can’t remmber her darn name, she had told me once at another friends house when i made contact with her before on the ouji board before this night. She stated taht in my past life (which I don’t believe in) I was friends with her and Laura, and we had 2 little chidlren who were friends. She told me her name, Laura, if you read this let me know what her name was I started with a J or an R but i can’t remember.
ANOTHER STORY THIS NOT SO MUCH A GHOST STORY BUT IT WAS FREAKY.
I was 13 and I was a really religous thirteen year old. My friends and I went inside this abandoned work site and went into the basement and we saw all these devil worshiping things spray painted on the walls. Even entering the building freaked me out I felt this dark presence just when I entered the door, I didn’t want to go in, but I went not look like i was a wimp. When we went down to the basement it smelt so bad, like rotting flesh, my heart started pounding, I started sweating, and I couldn’t breath. I ran up the stairs and waited for the others to come outside. They explored more than I had thought they would, it was 2 girls and 3 boys besides myself.
I wasn’t able to watch scary movies at this age because they REALLY scared me, so this in itself was tramatizing. I felt this evil presence down in the basement, and I felt that I carried it home with me. The other kids felt the same way but yet they stayed in there for that long.
When I was younger and I would feel really scared and feel overwhelmed with evil spirits (i felt them a lot when I was a kid, not so much anymore, I think kids notice more then adults) I would chant in my head over and over “i love Jesus, I love Jesus, you can’t have me I love Jesus” and I would feel much better.
I was in bed trying to go to sleep about a week after the “exploring” and I had this scary feeling over me and I chanted my chant and it wasn’t working, I looked up and something black and thick like smoke, was floating above my bed, I said out loud “I love Jesus, I love Jesus” and it like angered this floating being and they came crashing down on me, I couldn’t breath I felt like someone was strangling me. My arms were pinned down stretched out on either side of me, I couldn’t move them. I was joking, and it felt like some one was sitting on my chest. I just kept repeating in my head “i love jesus i love jesus” and then I saw this flash of light out of the corner of my eye (now it could of been a cars head light but I’d like to think it was a gaurdian angel), and when that light flashed the “evil” presence was gone.
I woke up the next morning with bruises on both my arms and on my throat, I could never explain to my mother what actually happened to me, so i just said “i dunno where they came from” half the truth I really didn’t know! But to this day I still feel that maybe a deamon was either trying to kill me or something worse, which I don’t want to think about.
And that my friends is a true story, and I still can remember how i felt and what I thought, and I still feel the sweat rolling down my face like it just happened to me yesterday.