A Spirit or a Ghost?
Growing up in so called, “haunted houses” initiated me into to the world of ghosts and spirits. The paranormal world that I knew little about but intended to learn. Is there a difference between a ghost and a spirit? Do they really exist? You be the judge.
At the age of seven, I was introduced to the paranormal ~ the world of ghosts and spirits. I vividly remember the old farm house on the five acre hobby farm we lived in at the time. I shared a room with my younger sister off the rear of the kitchen, next to the back door. At the opposite end of the house a front door stood between the kitchen and the living room.
It was a nightly event that once the house fell silent for the night, the sound of the back door opening and closing, immediately followed by the clear, precise sound of heavy footsteps going down the hall, through the kitchen, and out the front door, could be clearly heard by anyone who was still awake.
My father frequently went away on business trips during this time and it was in his absence that our family would notice the “presence” would be more active. At the kitchen table we would suddenly be overwhelmed by the aroma of men’s after shave. Doors would open and close in every room at any time of the day, and on more then one occasion I can recall my mother screaming at the sight of a man standing in the hallway outside her bedroom.
Another house my family lived in while I was growing up had strange things happening too. Certain items would go missing and later turn up in a completely obvious place and my dad would swear that he would sometimes see an old lady sitting in the basement laundry room.
When I first moved out on my own I lived with three other friends in a very old farm house. It was over a hundred years old and we were all renting it together to save money. Every night we would each retire to our separate bedrooms and close the doors. Without fail, every single morning all the doors in the house would be open including the bathroom and pantry.
The floors were old and warped in this house so the pantry door was particularly hard to pull open, you always had to give it an extra pull to get over the raised flooring. Yet, on more then one occasion, someone would be standing at the stove, opposite the pantry, cooking dinner, and the pantry door would glide open with ease on its own, as you stood there and watched in awe.
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