The Skeptics Ghost Story

No Longer the Consummate Skeptic

I had grown up with stories of the paranormal since childhood. For years my parents and other family members told stories to the younger generation about the sightings the elder generation(s) had experienced. Most of these stories had been passed on down through the generations and who knows just how many times that they have been changed in concept or embellished just to put a really good scare into the young children hanging onto every word. As you can imagine, as fascinating as these stories were to hear, to a young child most of these stories would be more than enough cause to keep little eyes and ears searching a dark room until sleep would finally overrule an active, ghost filled, childhood imagination.

As I grew older, my natural inborn skepticism took over. I became (and still am) someone who needs to see the proof of existence before believing in much of anything supernatural. Even with my skepticism firmly in place, I still knew that there were things in this world that defy a logical explanation. Over the years, although fascinated by all the stories, I still remained skeptical. The way I see it, just because something cannot be logically explained, does not mean that it is proof of it being supernatural.

However skeptical, I have to admit that over the years I have been in many places where the aura of certain areas just did not feel quite right or been in a place where I have heard strange sounds that I could not equate with being from anything familiar. Being always the consummate skeptic, I always felt that feelings and sounds alone were not proof of the supernatural being in your presence, attributing most of them to being nothing more than my imagination producing an emotional reaction to an adrenaline rush of anticipated excitement from an unknown origin, but not much more than that. In other words, being deliciously scared was kind of fun, reminding me of all the family ghost stories of my childhood.

My skepticism gradually began to change when I personally began to experience things that defied my rational and logical thought process, beginning when both of my sisters purchased older homes within a few years of each other. I began to suspect that their families were perhaps not the only inhabitants of their homes. Here are a couple of those instances from one of those homes.