The Paranormal & Supernatural

Mar. 20, 2021

Once we had decided to have our home blessed, nothing paranormal happened for months; no footsteps, no noises. Melody, the cat stopped freaking out and watching unseen people walk around so she calmed down, too. I started to think maybe I was over exaggerating and put off taking my brother’s sound advice to have the house blessed.

Then the footsteps returned. The cat began stalking unseen visitors and sometimes running out of the room with her scathing meows. The noises came back as did the pacing dark figure in my bedroom. Things began moving by themselves. Like the wire whisk had done, one of my shirts in my closet started rocking back and forth on its own while the rest of the clothes on either side of it remained idle.

One night, I was awakened by someone leaning over me, like they were going to kiss me. They brushed my hair back from my face and I opened my eyes thinking it was my husband only to find no one was there! I convinced myself I had been dreaming and let it drop.

Not long after the phantom kiss, I was lying in bed. The light in my son’s old bedroom came on and I could hear someone loudly moving things around in there. The room is now used to put stuff into instead of having to crawl into the attic.

I called out my husband’s name; no answer but the light went off and the noise stopped. A few minutes later, the light came back on and the rearranging of things began again. This time, I called his name a little louder thinking my husband didn’t hear me the first time. Again, the light went off and the movements stopped. The third time the light came on and he started moving things around, I got really irritated because I had to get up at five in the morning for work and he was disturbing me.

When I got out of bed, I could still see the light on under the door and hear the boxes being moved. I snatched open the door and snapped, “What are you doing in here!”

The room was dark and empty. I was a little shaken up but didn’t want to admit what had just happened. Instead, I went out to the living room telling myself I had obviously just missed him being in there. I tried to remain calm as I asked, “What were you doing in the spare room?”

What are you talking about?” he said sitting on the couch.

He and my son looked at me like I was crazy.

Dad has been sitting here the whole time,” my son insisted along with his father. “Neither one of us have moved.”

I was so upset. I couldn’t sleep the rest of the night and had to call one of my staff nurses in to cover me the following morning. She, being a Christian, and being aware of everything going on, including the phone call to my brother, Karl, said, “You need to do something soon, Michelle. You know your brother and sister are right - it is not your father.”

I agreed. However, I put off calling the pastor again. By this time, my nephew, Kevin, had moved in with us and was sharing a room with my son. They alternated sleeping in my son’s bedroom and couch (their choice) until we cleaned out the spare room and put a bed in there for Kevin. Besides, the last thing I wanted was for Kevin to go back and tell his father I was losing my mind having the house blessed and exorcised of ghosts.

After Kevin had slept on the couch one night I awoke to his complaints about me “stomping to the refrigerator” several times during the night.

I knew what he was talking about right away. Instead of addressing it though, I said, “How could you hear anyone walking around in the kitchen? You fell asleep with the TV on again.”

That’s what I’m saying, Aunt Michelle. You were stomping around in there so hard even the glasses in the cupboard were shaking. Besides, every time you opened the fridge, the light would shine in here too.”

Some mornings, Kevin would complain about me rattling the pots and pans the previous night. He’d chastise me saying, “What were you going to cook at three in the morning?”

I remembered my brother’s complaints from years earlier but said nothing. It was obvious that this entity was drawn to me, all the more reason people I shared this story with insisted it was my father’s ghost.

I was afraid of this entity, this ghost that haunted my house. If it were my father’s ghost, as everyone insisted it were, I should not have been afraid of it and here, I was very unnerved by the presence. I no longer slept with the light off. I kept the bathroom light on as a night light. My husband used to joke about buying me a Mickey Mouse night-light. I accepted his offer. Although he was joking, I wasn’t.

About a month after Kevin had moved in with us, I found the straw that broke the camel’s back. Again, I was lying in bed. I had my eyes closed but was very wide awake. I had the distinct impression someone was staring at me.

I remember smirking a little thinking it was my husband trying to sneak up on me. I opened my eyes and saw, standing right next to me, no more than a foot away, the silhouette of a little boy and he was inching closer and closer to me.

I gasped in surprise, very loudly, and rolled backwards in the bed, away from the shadow. He stopped. Then all of a sudden, as if caught sneaking up on me, he ran away. I watched his shadow move along the walls as he exited my bedroom. Believe me when I say, it wasn’t Peter Pan! The pastor was at my house two days later.

The pastor came and blessed the house while I was at work. I asked everyone who was home, “Did he go to every room in the house?”

Yes, yes, every room - especially your bedroom.”

That was on a Wednesday when the pastor came. That Monday, Kevin was in the bedroom sleeping since he had to get up early for work the next morning. All of a sudden he burst through the door into the living room.

Aunt Michelle, you need to call the pastor back. I just saw a dark shadowy figure pacing back and forth at the end of the bed. He was going from one side to the other like he didn’t know what to do and then, all of a sudden, he vanished into the wall.”

Kevin,” I scolded. “We just had the house blessed! If you keep talking about things like that, you will only invite it back!”

I swear, Aunt Michelle, I swear, I saw it. I tried to call Reese but he wouldn’t answer his phone.”

You did not call me,” my son insisted. “My phone is sitting right here. I would have heard it ring.”

Check it,” Kevin demanded. “I called you twice!” Reese looked at his phone and sure enough, he had two missed calls. “I’m not lying about this. I’m keeping the bedroom door open tonight.”

That was Monday night following the blessing. On Thursday, as I was cleaning some shelves off and putting things in boxes for the yard sale we were having the following weekend, I came across some Tarot Cards my husband had given me for Christmas one year. The same year my father had passed away.

I called my brother, Karl, and brought him up to date on what’s happened. I also told him what I found. “Do you think these could have something to do with what’s going on?”

Well yeah,” he declared laughing. “I asked if you had a Ouija Board.”

But this is not a Ouija Board, Karl. I wouldn’t have one in my house. These are Tarot Cards.”

Which are nothing more than a Ouija Board in card form. Get rid of them, and fast!”

I heeded his warning and nothing else has happened since I got rid of the Tarot Cards. Nonetheless, the experience, ten years long, did not leave me or, even my son, unscarred.

Although my daughter’s old bedroom is no longer an ice-box, my son still prefers to sleep in the living room. He’s wary of any sudden noises or movements inside the house. The cat stays close to him for protection. After all, he is her Mommy.

For me, I still have a hard time sleeping in my bedroom, with or without my husband. I’m constantly looking and listening, just in case. If I do sleep in my room, I sleep with the lights when my husband isn’t there. Make no mistake, if I so much as think something has returned, I will be on the phone faster than you can say “Ghostbusters” and calling in reinforcements.

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Mar. 20, 2021

Since I’ve always resented that schools teach evolution, but not Creation, we had decided we were going to start having Bible Studies. Our intent was to read the whole book from start to finish.

The first week we started reading the Bible was the week before my son’s end-of-the-summer party. Suffice to say, the paranormal activity in my home increased remarkably. Unbeknownst to me, the physical contact I had previously been experiencing was just the beginning as things went from bad to worse.

From the corner of his eye my son would see the dog walk up to him. When he would turn to bend down and pet her, she wouldn’t be there. Instead, she would be across the room, still asleep on the floor.

While he sat at his work table one afternoon, I saw him, from my peripheral vision, get up and go into the kitchen. All of a sudden the cabinet doors opened and slammed shut with a loud bang. I jerked my head around to look as see why he was slamming the cupboards but no one was in the kitchen. I looked over at my son’s work area and there he sat.

I thought that was you,” I said, startled by the event.

I thought it was you! I just saw you get up and walk into the kitchen,” he insisted staring at me in disbelief.

(shudder)

One morning my husband got out of our bed and went into the bathroom. We had a king sized waterbed with a motionless mattress but you can still feel the bed jiggle when a person gets in and out of it, therefore, I knew he’d gotten out of bed.

A few minutes later, I felt the covers lift up and he get back in. I waited for him to get situated and then I rolled over to hug him. As I rolled over and threw my arm out, I realized, I was in bed alone or, so it would appear. Some “thing” had gotten into bed with me.

I can’t remember a time I had ever moved so fast. I was up and out of the bed screaming my husband’s name. My husband came running from the bathroom and I told him what had happened. He thought it was funny. I didn’t. I was too terrified to get back into the bed.

Several weeks later, I was lying in bed with my back to him. I felt him move in closer to me and stroke my hair. I reached up to take his hand as I had done so many times before and couldn’t find it. I rolled over to ask him why he moved his hand when I saw he was way on the other side of the bed with his back to me, sound asleep.

I waited until the following day to call my brother, Karl, who lives in Arizona. He’s studied theology, is very active in his church, and even preaches. I love to hear his sermons. I frequently get them off You Tube.

With my family full of overly religious zealots, I felt awkward about the phone call. But, he was the only sane person I felt I could talk to and get any sound advice from about this situation.

I remember trying to tell my sister about some of the ghostly happenings and her yelling at me, “They’re not ghosts! It is not your father haunting you; he’s dead. They are demons!”

Yeah, okay, I get that, Sharon,” I agreed, “But when you’re talking to your neighbor about them, you don’t say things like, ‘I have a demon haunting my house.’ They lock you away in rubber rooms for saying things like that. Normal people call them ghosts!”

Much to my relief, Karl was very understanding. I explained to him the events leading up to the phone calls. “Well, first, you know even in her lunacy, Sharon is right. God is very clear on this matter. We will sleep until the time Jesus comes and then, only then, will we rise up to either join him … or not,” he laughed.

Second, do not communicate with it. Don’t try to converse with the entity because that is giving it permission to stay. And, it will trick you in every way possible to make you talk to it.”

You mean like, knock on the door so you’ll tell it to come in,” I asked.

Yeah, something like that. Third, do you have a Ouija board in the house?”

Hell no!”

Karl laughed again as I adamantly denied having one. “Many think it’s just a toy but really it isn’t. Again, the Bible talks about them and God is very clear, it’s a no-no.”

So what do I do?”

The first thing you do is get the house blessed and as soon as possible because it will only get worse until you do.”

When I finally made the decision to have the house blessed, I announced it to my family. They were okay with it. The pastor was out of town though on vacation so I had to wait a week. By the time he’d come back home, everything in our home had calmed down considerably, almost to a stop.

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Mar. 20, 2021

I hated our bedroom. Apparently, so did our cat Melody. I felt uncomfortable in there during our haunting and even after we cleansed the house. I used to say that I was scarred, often making jokes about it, but in truth, I do believe I was scarred.

I would sometimes lay in bed and for several seconds, watch a figure, more like a shadow person (male), pace across the foot of the bed then come up to my husband’s side of the bed before repeating the steps. Finally, the entity would walk out the door toward the living room.

It became so frequent that I started asking my husband to stay in the bedroom with me most nights and watch TV until I at least fell asleep.

According to my religious beliefs, I do not believe these spirits to be our long lost loved ones. The Bible teaches us that when we die, we sleep. We will continue sleeping until the time of Resurrection.

It also teaches us the Devil is very deceptive. He’s the inventor of lies and in attempts to deceive us, he uses trickery. He uses the spirit world and we call them ghosts.

Knowing these Bible truths, I felt sure it wasn’t my father’s spirit as many, including myself, (jokingly) said it was. Instead, I felt whatever it was, was attempting to convince me that it was my dad.

Melody was more in-tuned than we were. I guess being a cat, she would be. Many times, she would stop whatever she was doing, even napping, and sit up watching something, or someone unseen passing by.

She and I silently endured and learned to cope with the ghostly manifestations taking place in our home. I tolerated it with nonchalance until it started making its presence in-mistakenly known by making physical contact with me.

I was sitting at my desk one afternoon while my son, whom I was home-schooling, did his school work. My hair was down around my shoulders, hanging a little more in the front. I felt someone come up and lovingly stroke my hair like my father used to do. I felt my hair as it was being pulled back off my shoulders. Not a strand or two, it was the whole lock of hair.

I looked up to see if it was my son but he was across the room at his work table with his cat. Melody was sitting up straight and at attention while staring very intently at the space beside me.

I had noticed Melody had been doing that quite a lot lately; sitting up straight and at attention as she seem to follow invisible things with her eyes. At times, she would even run from the room with a scathing meow.

She was the only animal in the house that responded to “situations.” the dogs seemed oblivious.

We tolerated many more of these ghostly presences for about ten years before finally doing something about it which I’ve also written. These paranormal experiences went away after I called my brother and then had the house blessed, but oh boy! The stories I can tell until then…

(the picture is random)

Mar. 20, 2021

I hated our bedroom. Apparently, so did our cat Melody. I felt uncomfortable in there during our haunting and even after we cleansed the house. I used to say that I was scarred, often making jokes about it, but in truth, I do believe I was scarred.

I would sometimes lay in bed and for several seconds, watch a figure, more like a shadow person (male), pace across the foot of the bed then come up to my husband’s side of the bed before repeating the steps. Finally, the entity would walk out the door toward the living room.

It became so frequent that I started asking my husband to stay in the bedroom with me most nights and watch TV until I at least fell asleep.

According to my religious beliefs, I do not believe these spirits to be our long lost loved ones. The Bible teaches us that when we die, we sleep. We will continue sleeping until the time of Resurrection.

It also teaches us the Devil is very deceptive. He’s the inventor of lies and in attempts to deceive us, he uses trickery. He uses the spirit world and we call them ghosts.

Knowing these Bible truths, I felt sure it wasn’t my father’s spirit as many, including myself, (jokingly) said it was. Instead, I felt whatever it was, was attempting to convince me that it was my dad.

Melody was more in-tuned than we were. I guess being a cat, she would be. Many times, she would stop whatever she was doing, even napping, and sit up watching something, or someone unseen passing by.

She and I silently endured and learned to cope with the ghostly manifestations taking place in our home. I tolerated it with nonchalance until it started making its presence in-mistakenly known by making physical contact with me.

I was sitting at my desk one afternoon while my son, whom I was home-schooling, did his school work. My hair was down around my shoulders, hanging a little more in the front. I felt someone come up and lovingly stroke my hair like my father used to do. I felt my hair as it was being pulled back off my shoulders. Not a strand or two, it was the whole lock of hair.

I looked up to see if it was my son but he was across the room at his work table with his cat. Melody was sitting up straight and at attention while staring very intently at the space beside me.

I had noticed Melody had been doing that quite a lot lately; sitting up straight and at attention as she seem to follow invisible things with her eyes. At times, she would even run from the room with a scathing meow.

She was the only animal in the house that responded to “situations.” The dogs seemed oblivious.

We tolerated many more of these ghostly presences for about ten years before finally doing something about it which I’ve also written. These paranormal experiences went away after I called my brother and then had the house blessed, but oh boy! The stories I can tell until then…

Mar. 20, 2021

I had been employed with Winyah a total of about 10 years when this happened. I have had more experiences than I care to remember, one of which involves a particular bathroom – the “big bathroom,” as we often referred to it.

One night, while coming down the hall, I had to use the potty. I stepped into the Big Bathroom, as I have done on numerous occasions before. Tonight, however, would be the last time I would ever step foot in it again at least, alone.

I only remember one other time in my life that I can recall, what I can only describe as being truly terrified of an entity. This night was the second time.

From the moment I entered the bathroom until about three minutes later when I exited, I sensed something was wrong. I brushed it off as; the place is totally haunted. No big deal.

As I used the facilities, I became increasingly more frightened. I felt someone was in there with me and “he” was angry.

A sense of real fear began rising inside of me as I suddenly took on a feeling that I would be “barricaded” inside the bathroom if I didn’t leave. I remember that term explicitly; barricaded.

In just a few seconds of entering the room and my feeling of fear beginning, I had grown into a panic. “Anne!” I yelled hoping she could hear me down the long hallway. “Geralene - Anne!”

As I reached for the nurses emergency call light I reasoned with myself; I’m alone in here. There’s no one here but me. God will protect me. Just calm down and take a deep breath.

I kept repeating it to myself over and over again. The more I tried to calm myself, the angrier the entity became. He was completely pissed off as I sprinted toward the door to leave. Forget washing my hands. I just wanted to get the hell out of there.

As I reached out and grabbed the handle I had the very distinct impression it would not open from the inside. I yanked. It opened. I stepped out from the bathroom and immediately, the feelings of anger, fear, and of being barricaded inside, dissipated. I have been scared before by ghosts but, as I said before, there was only one other time I was afraid to that degree.

As I went down the hall toward Station 1, Anne popped out of a room. “What’s wrong with you?” she asked. “You look like you seen a ghost and there’s plenty of them floating around here tonight, too.”

The bathroom,” I stammered, still shaken, “The big bathroom. I’m sorry to say this, but if a patient collapses in there, I will not be going in that bathroom.”

Anne looked thoughtfully in that direction before going back into the patient’s room she had been in. As she closed the patient’s door she said, “Oh yeah. I hate that bathroom, too. You must have seen Mr. Rutledge in there.”

I stood at my co-worker Glenda’s desk and asked, “Who is Mr. Rutledge?”

Michelle, you remember Old Man Rutledge. He was always so mean to the staff. Whenever he got mad at us, which was all of the time, he’d roll his wheelchair into the big bathroom down there.

I think he had died before you came back to work here. He died in the big bathroom, too. I remember they had to take the door off the hinges to get him out because when he died, his wheelchair fell over in front of the door and it had barricaded him inside.”

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