W-OLF
04-07-2006, 04:16 PM
Several Occasions
by turnfour@ix.netcom.com
I have had several encounters, though I feel none of them are
connected. The house I live in now has always had spirits, and I've only
seen a few. My mother remebers one night when she heard a noise downstairs,
and she went to investigate.
There was no wind, or anything, but the shade in the livingroom
suddenly rolled up and started flapping as it kept on rolling. She doesn't
think it was a spirit, and I wasn't born, so I don't know.
My earliest sighting happened when I was about six. (I am 19 now.)I
had opened the basement door and looked down the steps for no reason, when I
saw something moving in the shadows. An eerie light started up the steps,
and I closed the door. I am not afraid of the basement, but every now and
again I get a weird 'being wathced' feeling.
The next sitting happened when I was twelve. I was going to the
bathroom late one night, and I looked in the mirror and saw the reflection
of a young girl my age with long, thick brown braids hanging over her
shoulders. I had a blond bob at the time, and was startled.
I haven seen any more, but I do feel the pressence of Daisy Duke
Hilburn, a hymalasian cat who loved me to death, no matter was childish
things my sibs and I did to her. She died of old age then I was about
eleven. Every now and then I can feel her walking from my feet to my head,
over thick blankets, but never in summer over sheats or when I'm not
covered, just over quilts and conforters and afghans.
I have three other cats, but it can't be them, because they all smell
and walk differently. Any cat lover like myself can tell the difference
between their paw-prints on your blankets. With winter coming I think I'll
start to feel her more.
The other spirits I can't see, but my cats and my sister's dog Bear
can. They sit and stare and make clucking sounds like Misty does when she's
hunting, but they're not pretending; I can tell. The strangest episode took
place (once more) in the bathroom.
Mom was in there late at night, and left the door open and didn't turn
on the light. (Everyone does that, I think, so they don't get blinded and
stumble back into bed!) In walks Misty, who instantly starts in her spirit-
seeing act. Her neck fur rose and she spread her claws, while making a sound
in the back of her throught. Mom was confused, but in walked Inky, the
mildest, laziest, I-just-don't-care sort of cat around, and Mom didn't think
he would get wild, too!
They were staring at the light, but then they moved their attention
over the toilet, then the bath tub, and finally, back to the light. When Mom
turned the light on, they stopped, blinked, and went on with their nightly
rounds. Aside from small pinhgs in the night which could be spirits or cats,
the house is pretty quiet.
credit Shadowlands
by turnfour@ix.netcom.com
I have had several encounters, though I feel none of them are
connected. The house I live in now has always had spirits, and I've only
seen a few. My mother remebers one night when she heard a noise downstairs,
and she went to investigate.
There was no wind, or anything, but the shade in the livingroom
suddenly rolled up and started flapping as it kept on rolling. She doesn't
think it was a spirit, and I wasn't born, so I don't know.
My earliest sighting happened when I was about six. (I am 19 now.)I
had opened the basement door and looked down the steps for no reason, when I
saw something moving in the shadows. An eerie light started up the steps,
and I closed the door. I am not afraid of the basement, but every now and
again I get a weird 'being wathced' feeling.
The next sitting happened when I was twelve. I was going to the
bathroom late one night, and I looked in the mirror and saw the reflection
of a young girl my age with long, thick brown braids hanging over her
shoulders. I had a blond bob at the time, and was startled.
I haven seen any more, but I do feel the pressence of Daisy Duke
Hilburn, a hymalasian cat who loved me to death, no matter was childish
things my sibs and I did to her. She died of old age then I was about
eleven. Every now and then I can feel her walking from my feet to my head,
over thick blankets, but never in summer over sheats or when I'm not
covered, just over quilts and conforters and afghans.
I have three other cats, but it can't be them, because they all smell
and walk differently. Any cat lover like myself can tell the difference
between their paw-prints on your blankets. With winter coming I think I'll
start to feel her more.
The other spirits I can't see, but my cats and my sister's dog Bear
can. They sit and stare and make clucking sounds like Misty does when she's
hunting, but they're not pretending; I can tell. The strangest episode took
place (once more) in the bathroom.
Mom was in there late at night, and left the door open and didn't turn
on the light. (Everyone does that, I think, so they don't get blinded and
stumble back into bed!) In walks Misty, who instantly starts in her spirit-
seeing act. Her neck fur rose and she spread her claws, while making a sound
in the back of her throught. Mom was confused, but in walked Inky, the
mildest, laziest, I-just-don't-care sort of cat around, and Mom didn't think
he would get wild, too!
They were staring at the light, but then they moved their attention
over the toilet, then the bath tub, and finally, back to the light. When Mom
turned the light on, they stopped, blinked, and went on with their nightly
rounds. Aside from small pinhgs in the night which could be spirits or cats,
the house is pretty quiet.
credit Shadowlands