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Originally Posted by screamofconscious I'd probably attribute it to an acid flashback.
And if that didn't work, I'd probably wet myself. And run screaming. |
I think there is something in this, I'd say if they are 'real' then they would know if you could handle it or not and not alert you to their presence if you couldn't.
I was at my friends house one evening, an old house she'd only been in for awhile. We were in her room and we'd had an argument but nothing serious and we kinda hung out with not saying much, the light was out and it was quite dark. We both sensed this energy, it was like a huge magnet in the room. Then I had these uncontrollable thoughts that I had to get out of the house that I had to leave asap. My friend didn't want me too but understood, so I left.
Not long after I left my friend felt someone sit on the bed, she thought it was me but when she rolled over no one was there. I could understand how that last part could of been sleep related but.... the feelings I felt in the room were really something else.
I feel that one day I'll be fearless enough to be able to handle a ghost/spirit and I look forward to it. I don't know what could come of it though. I know my mum has had experiences, I think she suggested they wanted help with something, but she didn't want to deal with it and more or less told them to leave her alone.
I have a friend who used to be a paranormal investigator. He more or less invited and asked for them to be a part of his life.. and they did, but a lot of them were nasty. He found a lot of the stuff in his bedroom would go missing. And this one time he went out one night and later that night his mum saw walk past the lounge room tot eh front door and heard him say he was going out hours after he already had. When she told him the next morning he said he'd left hours before and that it wasn't him.
He has some interesting photos/videos of orbs and mists, he was even on TV for a doco with footage that was shot at my old house eek. That house was creepy/weird though, someone had been murdered in it a few years before I was there, but I didn't know that until after I moved out thankfully.
If or when I see one I would be it's friend and talk to it...ala sixth sense. I wouldn't tell anyone because I believe it would be personal.
In the words of lou barlow "crazy people are right". :P