Happy Halloween! (with ghost story to follow)
Here’s yet another little known fact about me.
There are people who have known me for decades who don’t know this about me.
And the thing they don’t know? I grew up in a . . . okay, I’m not going to say a “haunted house.” I really don’t know what is up with that old house. What I do know is really freaky stuff was always happening (and still does) and many people besides our family have experienced something . . . odd while in it. Frankly I think having grown up in it was a major reason I have such an interest in all the various world religions. But then again maybe not.
I rarely tell anyone about it for two reasons.
1. I don’t think about it much, except for this time of year, or when I go home to visit or during periods of great stress (and then I have bad dreams.)
2 People form opinions about you that are in general, not good. I mean unless someone has had similar experiences, they tend to think you’re making it up for attention or you’re crazy.
So why mention it now. I’m not sure. The Halloween spirit I suppose. Though even as I am typing this I am seriously pondering deleting it all. I want to say that I have not had any issues anywhere else that I have lived. The museum I worked for was supposed to be haunted and I never experienced anything there. So it’s just my family home that gives me the heebee jeebees. Awesome.
At any rate, I will post my ghost story in the early evening. Just about haunting time. Have a great Halloween!!!
Tags: About Me
Can’t wait for the next edition!
Most people I know, including myself, have had some other wordly experiences — very slight though — yet difficult to explain otherwise.
I don’t think you are crazy — but it would be difficult to think of my family home that way.