Hotel Del Coronado

The first stop in this haunted hotel tour is Hotel Del Coronado. Located just outside of San Diego, this hotel is known for its ghostly tale of unreturned love. Both employees and guests have been puzzled by strange noises, breezes, strange faces and a ghostly figure of a lady in a black lace dress.

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As legend goes; the spirit that haunts Hotel Del Coronado is that of late Kate Morgan. In 1892 she had checked into this hotel in order to meet her estranged husband. For days she waited, but he never showed up. She was found dead on the beach from a gunshot wound. It’s believed that her lonely spirit remains in the hotel. Morgan’s room, 3502, is the most haunted room throughout the hotel, as paranormal experts found well over 30 abnormalities in one day.

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Carolina Inn

The hauntings within this Inn are not localized to a particular room or floor. Indeed the second floor has more paranormal action, but hauntings are seen or experienced throughout the building. Some guests experienced a man following them and when they turn to face him, he disappears. Other incidences the staff and guests have noticed a larger, heavy set man wearing a black suit, a knit hat, a blue parker style coat, wandering the halls checking for an open door. The ghost moves up and down the halls from room to room, jiggling the door handles trying to get in. Daily, the staff and guests report this strange occurrence. Some guests even opened the door and as they did, they saw him flee. When the staff investigated the issues, they are unable to find anyone in the hotel matching the description.

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An amateur ghost hunter even witnessed a bloody hand crawling under the bed sheets. There have been many paranormal investigations at this hotel, documenting extraordinary things. There seems to be around 20 ghosts that haunt this inn. They have documented many sounds such as words being softly spoken, piano notes, and orb-like objects floating about.

One of the ghosts is believed to be Dr. William Jacocks. He lived at the Inn for over 20 years. Those who stay in his room on the 2nd floor find themselves often locked out. There have been times that the door would not open so the staff had to remove it from the hinges.

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A modern ouija board plus planchette (Photo credit: Wikipedia)y

LIFE has a system, with the tiniest forms of life; it has a system. Look at the system’s of Ants and Bees….their work is connected, arranged, supervised and mastered by the Leaders.  A good example is the Drone Bee.  He is not even quite built like the other bees and it is his responsibility to reproduce with the Queen Bee who is probably the mother of all the worker bees in a hive.  Or the walking stick who looks exactly like a twig with legs and can escape his birds-of-prey and other prey who will fortunately mistake him for a simple twig.  Or a group of bugs found in Africa that form what appears to be a flower to escape the glare of their prey.  You reach out to this flower and find that it isn’t a flower at all.   Many times I say that pure FACT is stranger than any fiction that can be written.

I’ve written articles on The Paranormal and one entitled No Walls as well.  I’m always thinking of this world and how beautiful and mysterious  it is.  The Power is God or whoever we call our Supreme Leader.  I prefer God, Our Lord, Our Father, The Savior.  Just think that we can be immediately connected with Him when we pray!  In the meantime we have the world and the people, places and things in it.   They make us wonder all of the time if we’re thinking people.  That feeling that you have done what you are doing at present, sometime  before.  Or that feeling that someone is coming to the front door and indeed they do. And by the by a Fireman knocked on my door by accident about 30 minutes ago.  I had felt that something like that would happen.  The feeling that someone has passed from this world and you find that they have.  How can we know this?  I am Clairvoyant but I don’t use it except for myself.  I’m not always that special, many people have the ability to foresee, they just don’t take it seriously.  I’m always predicting things or I’m saying things that I have no knowledge that has happened.  I can spot the decent from the not-so-decent.  Some people say that December born folks such as myself are prone to Clairvoyance because we think so much.  So if this is true, I am truly that!  I think just too, too much.   My thinking can be therapeutic and distressing sometimes but I do think.  I have to have mind control however because life can be too disturbing to explore and know everything negative about it.  Doctors are wonderful people but I wouldn’t want to know what they know.  If I did, I would be diagnosing myself at a rate so alarming, I’d probably just keel over one day from the thoughts!

I worked with a certain young lady once.  One of the male Clinicians always said that she and I were the nicest looking ladies on the floor because we were so well-groomed with our hair, nails and neat clothes.  We seemed to like a lot of color.  This lady was a nurse with loads of property but said that she spent so much money that she was also the brokest and poorest woman in the world, jokingly of course.  She had ventured into Real Estate with her former boyfriend whom she said still held a good relationship with for the sake of the property.  She was a serious minded young woman.  Sometimes we talked.  I can’t say that we were friends because I just didn’t really know her, but I found her honest.  I have no idea how we got on the paranormal one day but there was something we were talking about with regards to Psychics.  I told her that I would never want them to tell me something futuristic that was to happen to me and she said “Those people could be Prophets.  I would want to know……” and I shared my experience with the Ouija Board and my sister.

My sister was born with a veil on her face.  My mother never explained fully what that meant but she was the Seventh child too.  From a child on, she had a gift.  She could predict and she could project her thoughts.  When we were young adults we met some girls at work who brought a Ouija Board to work.  We had never seen or heard of this thing before.  Never.   This was during the age of Aquarius when the moon was in the Seventh House and Jupiter aligned with Mars….then peace will guide our planet…..  Now I used to know what the lyrics to the song Aquarius meant and it meant something back then to know.  This was a period of peace though we were dead in the middle of the Viet Nam War…..you walked down the streets of New York and a Hippy just may have given you a nickel or a flower as two did me and races were attempting to know and understand each other.  So it must have been a mentally peaceful and stimulating time.  We were discovering ourselves.  I wore a Natural hairstyle beautifully proudly and went back to school , bought expensive but eclectic clothes, studied Astrology on Thursdays.  It was a unique time to grow up.

The Ouija Board was to be a game for it was made by Parker Brothers after all.  It was more than a game.  Thoughts and predictions could be set to influence and move the pointer to the boarder of letters that ran across the top of the board to spell out the future.  Now bear in mind, if I had sat that board from 1969 until now, that pointer would not have moved unless I nodded off and pushed it.  I guess that wasn’t the way to showcase my clairvoyance.  My sister?  Tell you what.  One evening we were playing it and it was so eager to respond to her touch that she touched it, took her two hands off , the pointer operated on its own and spelled out something about me that happened to be true.

I look back and wonder why this wasn’t as frightening as it should have been at first.  After some months, people were buying the boards because we had ours from the girls at work.  But I eventually put that thing down an incinerator.  I figured out that this was not God speaking to us and if it was not Him, who could it have been.  And then further I wondered if my dear departed sister should have become a Prophet for she had the gift and the gift shaped her life because she always had the gift to know these things but sometimes the world can call you crazy for it.  My sister was a girl that men just naturally loved.  She had the perfect height, a beautiful slim figure and a head of luxurious hair and dimples played in each cheek.  She was also an honor student all through school but refused to get a formal education.  She was still irresistible to Hirer’s for she often got elite Jobs in Law and Architectural firms.  When she died she had worked for the most prestigious Real Estate firms in our State as a Bookkeeper.  So she was no slacker, had a beautiful sense of humor, nice glamorous jobs and people loved her.

The girl that I worked with listened to me that day at lunch and said “You know, I think I understand how you  feel now about not wanting to explore the unknown, but I just wish I had someone like that close to me…”  It was what she said after that that made a believer out of me even though I had so much to make me believe already.  My co-worker had a play brother.  They were raised together and he had married a woman that he had also divorced and had custody of their daughter when the daughter was 15.  He loved this girl and being afraid of the big city  and his daughter acting out with boys, he decided to move her into one of the Suburbs so that she could get a better education in a Public School.  I could understand because our town’s schools can get pretty outrageous at times.  So he bought a home and it was him and her.  Her grades were improving and he made sure that she had a key to get in  before he arrived home from work an hour later.

The first time it happened he walked straight to her back room, found the windows shut and her doing her homework.  “Who the (bleep) was that”  she looked at her father with innocent eyes and said “Who daddy?” as he shot back “That dude that was just in the dining room running into your room”  You see, it didn’t matter that the windows were closed in her bedroom even though the young man had ran to her room rather than the back to get out the kitchen door.  The father only saw, and that  the guy  could have been hiding under the bed, in the closet, the pantry…..anywhere.  Yet the father  could not find him.

This went on a few times more; this person who scattered whenever the father came home.  This was the early 2000s and Karl Kani, Sean John, Phat Pharm, Enyce, etc. were all making lively colored casual shirts for Urban Youth who were into that style.  I’ll admit myself that I loved that relaxed Urban look from these Designers when it was clean and fresh with the nice jeans and Air Force  Ones.  The young man wore a lively large striped shirt and black jeans, Air Force Ones probably and was nice and well-groomed. The father and his daughter’s relationship was becoming strained to say the least.  There was a guy there even though the father could not prove a thing when he went to search.  The father is seeing this guy and cannot find him in a matter of seconds.  Unbelievable and disturbing as well.  One day, while Dad sat at his desk he decided to call the Real Estate that sold him the home.  He was fortunate enough to get the lady, Ms. O’Quinn that had sold him the home.  He had to ask her some personal questions about the prior owner of the house.  She was gracious enough to have the previous owner call him.  She did, within an hour.  “Hi” the man said  “my name is Mr. Blake and I understand you owned the home before I bought it” the lady was nice and told him “certainly.  But I moved when I lost my husband and then my son.  I felt that if I moved my son wouldn’t continue to try to get home.  He was shot to death just steps away from the house” she said sadly “I want him to be at peace.  I think he’s still earthbound” she finished “Ms. Hudson….what did your son look like” and after some though she said “He was handsome,  kind of toasty brown-skinned, tall, wore his hair cut real fresh.  When he was killed he had on his favorite shirt – it was red, black, yellow, blue stripes on white.  Black jeans, with athletic shoes……” “Mrs. Hudson, that’s the young man who I’ve seen in my home, visiting my daughter” There was silence on the line for a long pall “Mrs. Hudson” Mr. Blake said “Oh, I’m so sorry.  I thought that my daughter was being fast and I was worried.” “No, she wasn’t.  That was Lester.  Named him after his father.  I’m so sorry.  I’m going to pray for his repose.  He didn’t want to die.  He was a nice guy, mistaken for someone else.  The only shooting in that community ever.  And he sat at the dining room table all the time to do his homework….”   Mr. Blake was speechless.  He didn’t believe in ghosts but on the real other hand, how in the world did this woman know the looks and attire of the guy he’d seen in his home without telling the truth?  He thought that he should move because now, he was honestly afraid to go back “Trust me Mr. Blake, my son wouldn’t harm a hair on your head.  He did the same thing each day; came in from school and did his homework and maybe he’d go to the Y or to the basketball court with pals.  He’s very much missed.  He was a nice young man.  I am going to pray.”

When Mr. Blake came home that evening he saw no signs of the young man, nor the evening after that and no evenings to follow.  The son had left for a greater paradise the father felt.  His daughter told him that she felt a presence but it didn’t frighten her and that now she felt none at all.  The two prayed together.

Yes, fact is far stranger than fiction.  Like a pointer on a board moving by itself or a man seeing a youth that left the earth far too soon.  Yes, the paranormal will be continued…..

I love the outside, but glad I don’t have to type in the above situation!!!

Following on from my relaxing breakfast - http://webupon.com/blogging/its-friday-the-13th-the-prologue – I went up to my office and got on with some work which had come in from two of my “really nice bloke” clients.  The first job was from a surveyor who wanted a fairly lengthy report about a large estate.  The estate was owned by one of our “minor” lords and he was wanting to do some renovations to some of his period cottages which, thanks to Google, I no longer have to imagine but can go straight onto Google Maps and see it from a bird’s eye view.  The estate with it’s immense manor house in extensive wonderfully landscaped gardens, looked absolutely beautiful, with the cottages being set against a backdrop of woodland, close to the entrance gate.

The second job, a little less exciting, was from an estate agent who had visited a large period town house which had its origins back in the 17th century.  The people were looking to move to a period house further out into the country and needed a valuation for their town house in order to sell it.  The estate agent was dictating a report for the owners setting out what would be the main selling features he would point out to prospective purchasers if he was instructed to sell.  The property had oak beams, an original bread oven and a large wood burner in an original ingle nook fireplace but it also had the benefit of a new kitchen and two or three period style bathrooms.

Although I live in a small house which, going on floor areas, would probably fit into the ground floor of this town house, it was great just to imagine living in such a house.  And, for some reason, I then began to wonder if it could perhaps boast any interesting ghosts, bearing in mind the house’s origins were set way back in the 17th century during which time we were undergoing a turbulent period in history here in the UK.  As a child I’d often dreamed of living in a haunted house but, now being in my 50s, I was a little more wary of coming face to face with the spirit world! 

So far so good, for Friday the 13th!  Having completed this work I then found myself with a distinct lack of paying work but I busied myself with getting out my Sex-Starved Fruit Fly article – http://socyberty.com/sexuality/sex-crazed-fruit-fly-goes-out-on-binge and I interspersed my research on this with a bit of housework so I wouldn’t have so much to do tomorrow (Saturday).  That was a 50/50 bad/good luck moment in the day – good because I had time to relax but, equally, it was bad because I wasn’t bringing in any real money to speak of.

The rest of the day followed much the same line but ended on a relative high when my outsourcing typing agency – OutSec – informed me that they were gaining more surveying clients and wondered if I might be able to take on more of those clients.  It may mean I’d have less time for writing on Triond but it would mean quite a bit of money in the real world!

I finished work quite elated and very early for me – about 5.30 – so I went downstairs, shoved some fish and chips in the oven, fed the cats, and settled down for an evening of “catch up” TV.  Started with a couple of quiz shows that come on during the day when I’m working so I record them each day and then watch them in the evening.  I followed this up with a Sherlock Holmes mystery and a UK police/murder mystery – Scott & Bailey.

So, who says Friday the 13th is unlucky?!  It turned out to be pretty good for me.

My partner concurred with my feelings.  He’d had problems with fitting a new motherboard into his PC earlier in the week but had managed to fix it today.  He’d then downloaded a new RPG game and set up his TeamSpeak to enable him to speak to his friends in Germany and the USA while he was playing his new game.

It goes without saying that my thoughts on Friday the 13th were, as ever, proof positive that Friday the 13th is what you make it.  Think positive and your positive vibes will out; think negative and you’ll end up having a miserable day.  Life’s what you make it.  Thankfully I’m one of those people whose glass is always half full rather than half empty – ever the optimist; seldom the pessimist.

“Will you stop thinking to yourself and just hurry up? We have a lot of discussion that needs to be tended to.”

The man had a aged face; wrinkles fell from the sides of his nose to the corners of his lips, and then onward down his face, the lower lines being covered by a thick but well-kept goatee. His suit was nearly glowing white, and he had a small emblem of a turtle pinned to it.  I supposed if anything I could at least follow him for a day, and come back home if I didn’t like what was happening.

“Okay, but where are we going?” I rightfully questioned.

He walked over to my closet door and opened it up.  The inside was glowing so intensely white that I couldn’t see the other side of it.  

“You first.” He said smiling.

My nerves were on edge, my heart beating through my chest.  I stepped up to the door, and walked forward blindly. When I felt myself pass through the frame I reopened my eyes and what I saw I could not believe.  

A giant hallway, black tiles on everything except the doors.  Everything was neatly trimmed white, and at the end of the corridor seemed to be a door with a much larger room on the other side of it.  As we walked I looked at the bizarre paintings of monsters even the devil wouldn’t dream of.  Old Photo’s of giant sea creatures and relics such as a tooth of a dragon were displayed by every door in the hall.  Each door had a number and a letter on it, much like hotel rooms.  

We got to the end of the door and on the other side was a small city.  I turned and looked at the building we exited; it was a hotel, named the Stran Gersp Lace Inn.  The building seemed to match that of a typical earthly rural city, except the inhabitants were much stranger.  

People with horns tearing through their foreheads walked around eating ice cream.  Teenage Vampires walked in groups and hung out at movie stores.  Ghosts and ghouls sat at shops designed specifically to materialize ghostly edibles.  This place was like a backwards Earth, and it was truly incredible.

“The people here are all the monsters there.”  The man said.

“That’s interesting. You know, I haven’t gotten your name yet.” I hinted politely.

“Oh, forgive me.” He stopped and put his hand out towards me. “I am Professor Jordan Limpnod.  I run the recruiting services for the Supernatural Underground Nation.   I make sure that people like you come to see other people like me.”

“And what exactly are we like?” I joked.

He looked at me with deep black eyes, and he said in a very serious tone,

“We’re the protectors.  We make sure that everyone in the real world doesn’t have to deal with all of our troubles.  On this side of the world, there’s a lot more to worry about than politics and media. We’ve come together to live, and fight, as a whole.”

It began to sink in how serious my situation was.  According to this guy, I’m a protector. Not only a protector, but a protector of Earth? As I followed behind him my mind juggled every thought that entered my head around.  

“Well, here we are.” The professor said.

  I looked up and saw a gigantic sign, reading S.U.N.U.V. – “Teaching and Protecting“.  The building was by far the biggest I had seen so far, seeming to stretch hundreds of feet in the air.

“What’s in here?” I asked as we walked in.

“We’re headed to get you some gear for training.”

“Training!? Training!? Already? What am I suppose to do? What can I do?” I began to panic. 

“Relax,” he said, putting his hand on my shoulder. “Remember that hellish thing you encountered earlier? Do you remember escaping it? You teleported, William.  That was your first time ever using supernatural abilities.”

“Teleported! How is that even possible?” 

“Question your teacher, not me.  Here, follow me.”

We turned a corridor and ended up in a hallway just like we walked into from my closet.  He turned to a room and began shuffling for something in his pocket.  The door read 8968, under it the professors name was engraved and painted red.  Before I could step in the professor jumped back and nearly knocked me over.

“What is it, sir!?” I questioned.

I looked over to the right and saw Professor Limpnod laying on the ground, his head down and hat over his brow.  I heard rumbling and stomping from inside the room.  I slowly peeked around the corner and saw such a hellish creature that not even the holiest of saints would bless it.  

This room is so cold. Death has me in a motherly embrace. I don’t want it. I just cry and quietly ask for it to just let me go…I don’t want to be touched. Not in this room. This room is not filled with anything good at all. For the entire time being in that room….my beating heart just gets…slower….and slower…

1234…1234…….1234……..123…………12………….1

It’s so cold.

Where am I?

I hear maniacal laughter.

All I can see is black.

Cool, sleek and unnerving darkness.

Where is all of this coming from?

I don’t…I can’t even begin to comprehend.

This is the least visited room of mine.

That’s a lie.

I visit this room almost every day.

Why? What makes me come here? Why? Fucking why? Don’t you have a fucking answer for me? Hm? You seem to know what’s best. You always have the answers.

Why are you so speechless? Why is that dumb look plastered on your face? Why won’t these questions stop squirming under my skin?

They’ll never be able to leave my god forsaking body.

God.

Oh my god.

Why?

Why oh fucking why?

Poor me. Let’s all have a good fucking cry and eat some ice cream.

I feel like I’m losing control.

The floor caves in under my feet.

Where am I? Who am I? And who are these people?

I am completely and utterly alone.

What is today? Friday? Wednesday?

I miss you miss you

I miss you miss you

I miss you miss you

I miss you miss you

I miss you miss you

I miss you miss you

I miss you miss you

I miss you miss you

I miss you miss you

I miss you miss you

I miss you miss you

I miss you miss you

I miss you miss you

I miss you miss you

I miss you miss you

But who?

Who am I even kidding? I’m a fucking liar. I know all the answers to these question.

Another lie. I don’t. I have no idea. When will this pain lessen?

I heave a long empty sigh…as the moths come pouring out. They cover my body and I slowly start to fall asleep.

I wake up and everything is all white and glowing.

I’m a ghost.

Ghosts and poltergeists are a scary subject.  Most individuals are not aware of the difference between the two.  Ghosts are generally seen as the spiritual aspect of the deceased.  A poltergeist is described as more of a type of entity.  You sense it is there, but you just cannot see it.  As it grows and gathers energy, strange things begin to happen.  You may feel a touching sensation.  Some individuals go through violent physical attacks.  There may be sudden movement of pieces of furniture.  You may hear footsteps.  There might be peculiar smells or activity where all sorts of objects move around in the home.  

This link below captured what appears to be an actual ghost in a motel room.  Watch the drapery very closely.

This next link is more indicative of poltergeist activities taking place.  This is some astonishing footage captured back in March 2008.  

Feel free to look at some of the other videos posted too keeping in mind that not all of them are genuine.  It is hard to dismiss some of the actions in the links above.  In the first video, they appear to be just be arriving in the motel room, so chances are that this is real live video.  In the next footage, the actions of the dogs is a dead giveaway that something is definitely there.  Feel free to set up your camera and experiment a little where you live.  You may potentially discover that you have an unbelievable narrative to tell all your friends.

Built in 1863 for the Reverend Henry Bull. It sits on the site of an ancient monastery. The ghost of a mournful nun who patrolled the so called “Nun’s Walk” had often been seen there. An old story claimed that she had fallen in love with a monk from the Borley Monastery- to outrage- and the two had tried to elope together but had been quickly tracked down. The monk was executed and the nun bricked up in the cellars of the monastic buildings!

There are countless tales of ghosts from all over the world, but some are far more interesting than most. Many of us remember that superb horror film ‘The Shining’, based on the novel by Stephen King.  The book was inspired by a stay at the Stanley Hotel in Estes Park, Colorado. Assigned Room 217, he reportedly himself heard ghost children playing in the hallway.

Many have experienced paranormal activity in this hotel, but these real-life ghosts seem harmless. Of the many spirits that are said to haunt the place, guests and employees claim to have heard faint music coming from the ballroom, and seen the piano keys moving.

Woodchester Mansion in Gloucestershire, England, is another building with a ghostly reputation.. Building work has never been completed here, and in the last 200 years workers have repeatedly run from the place, seven of the builders rumored to have died in inexplicable accidents..

Strange noises are often heard, like the sounds of crashing masonry or voices wailing, and many ghosts, including Roman soldiers and young girls.have reportedly been seen Regular ghost hunts are held here.

One of the more notorious haunted sites is the Skirrid Mountain Inn in Llanfihangel Crucorney, Wales. 900 years old, according to folklore over 180people have been hanged from a beam on the staircase, which is still in place today, with rope marks, apparently. The first floor of the inn is thought to have been the courtroom during this time. 

Glasses often suddenly fly across the room of their own accord, faces are seen at windows and people feel nooses around their necks.  Guests who stay there often report waking to icy room temperatures – even when the heating is on – and the feeling of being watched. 17th century barmaid Fanny Price is thought to be the most active spirit among many, but everyone agrees that this really is one scary place to stay.

People in India know all about ghosts. Locals give the Bhangarh fort, and the area around it, a wide berth, due to some popular spooky stories associated with the fort and town. Authorities have told visitors not to enter the ruined city after dusk. It is said that a wicked sorcerer cursed the city after being spurned by a princess. The 17th-century city was soon destroyed by an advancing army, leaving only its temples intact, and has been uninhabited since. Visitors say that birds and wildlife fall silent as the spirit of the sorcerer approaches at night, and nobody has ever tried to spend the night there. Just too spooky to take that chance

Perhaps the last place on this list will surprise you most. The infamous prison of Alcatraz, which closed in 1963, is said to be haunted by many of the former residents. Things as different as the sound of banjo playing by Al Capone to the really eerie events that occur in solitary confinement cell 14D, where a prisoner was said to have been strangled to death by a spectral beast in the 1940s. Visitors have in the past reported smelling smoke where no fire was burning, and hearing the unhappy screams and shouts from the ghosts of long dead condemned prisoners.  Another uncomfortable location that sets your spine tingling. If you give credence to the idea of ghosts or not, it is difficult to deny that places like this have a certain ‘feel’ to them which makes you want to get out ASAP. Overactive imagination, or subconscious warning?  You be the judge.

As Arthur finds himself on his way there he meets a man who tells him he won’t be able to find a local buyer for the home. For what reason you might be wondering, the town itself is believed to be cursed, but will Arthur find himself believing or seeing this ghost of The Woman in Black who haunts the town or will the townspeople run him out before he can finish his job.

Find yourself hooked on this quite intriguing thriller and find out for yourself, who indeed the Woman in Black is and if she really exists. This film will have you on the edge of your seat.

The surrounding was quiet and I felt safe. Even though, mist was slowly rolling out of the bushes and covered the path. Now, the normally playful looking park started to resemble monstrous scene from a Hollywood movie. Above all, I could not get rid of the feeling that someone is watching me. I heard a scream in the distance, and now the fear got me. I tried to shake of the feeling and pushed the pace a little. Almost half-way through the park, I definitely saw someone in the bushes, but the moonlight did not reveal what or whom did I see. At first the sight paralyzed me, but in a moment I let my feet do the work, and fled toward my house. I am not sure, I had ever run so fast, but nevertheless the shadow from the bushes was catching on. I focused on the house, and I heard the noise diminish, but in a couple of seconds the figure jumped in front of me. With a loud cry, I fell back and gazed at the figure. I know the person… WHAT?!

I like waking up in the morning, when you know the only thing you have to do today is go to the store. I should do it now, and then I could spend the rest of the day in bed, but the bed does not let me go of it vicious, loving claws of comfort.  After hours of enjoying the depths of snooze, I finally got out of the bed. After having a delightful breakfast, I figured that I could clean the house. The store can wait. Eventually, I found myself in the attic sorting all kinds of old stuff. Victorian paintings, Napoleonean armor and some other junk, but a small glimmer caught my attention at the far end of the attic. By the window, a small half-opened box was almost begging to be picked up. I opened the box, even though the hinges were quite rusty and I probably broke them. Inside there was a small medallion, so small I could barely distinguish it from the change, but it looked beautiful. I looked at the box – the cover had a weird symbol and a text that said Mutare in Tempore. I do not speak Italian, so I do not know what it means. Still, the medallion looked awesome, so I put it on.

As the twilight was readily switching the daylight, I was finished with the cleaning and sorting of the house. I packed the last precious pack of play-doh from my childhood, and remembered that I need the store. So I recalled the items and set on my way. Since the weather was warm and the sky clear, a hoodie will do just fine, but I better leave the medallion at home. The local store is right around the corner, and since it is still quite bright, I can even shorten the trip and go through the park. The familiar track gives me a pleasure to be outside. When coming out of the park, I noticed that the sky is almost completely dark, and the lanterns are already lit up. Yeah, I should have made the trip earlier. It was becoming very late, so after shopping, I decided to go through the park again, because earlier I did not see a soul there, so nothing could strike my fears. Nevertheless, midway through the park, I felt a cold breeze, and in combination with the mist, I felt very uncomfortable, even slightly scared. So I upped the tempo, and quickly reached my house. I noticed that the house gives out a slight glow, but did not pay much attention to it, because I thought it was reflection of the new neon lanterns.

What happened next, I will be never able to explain. I had problems unlocking the door, which was creepy on its own, but when I entered the house, my groceries fell out of my arms, and I froze in place. The medallion was levitating in the middle of the room, giving out shimmer that filled the whole room. I got back to my senses, and slowly approached the miraculous scene. Suddenly, the ground shook, and all shadows, came to life. Every single dimmed place in the room, started to stretch, twitch and move. Then the noise came. It sounded like someone was dragging a rusty slab across a blade of misery. The croak of the dead. I could not move; I wanted to grab the medallion, because it seemed that its light could save me from the atrocious shadows, but as soon as I reached slowly for the medallion, the shadows with a loud shriek tried to enclose me. I panicked and ran out of the house into the darkness of the night. The sunny lanterns blinded me, and in shock I foot raced to the park, and tried to hide in the bushes. I did not look back, so I do not know whether the shadows followed.

Desperately crawling through the bushes, I heard someone coming. I stopped dead and listened carefully. I could not hear the screams of the shadows, and could not believe that I have escaped the numbing figures. Crawling further I suddenly heard footsteps on the path again. Not to be heard, I stopped moving, although left in an uncomfortable position, completely exposed to any threats. The footsteps were now only a couple of steps away, I was scared to death that I will give out my position, so I hoped for the best, even though, I probably was noticeable. Then, the weirdest thing happened. The moonlight for a very brief moment exposed the figures face, and at that exact second my body was overwhelmed by cold thrill. It cannot be! Now I had to expose myself, to ensure that I was not mistaken. The figure must have noticed me, because after a short halt, the figure fled in an insane speed. In the confusion I forgot all the shadows and medallions; I had to make sure of what I saw.

As I dashed through the bushes to catch up to the figure, I momentary remembered about the shadows. The figure was running straight in to their hands! I ran as fast as I can, and after some shortcuts I jumped in front of it. The person fell back, and now was laying on the ground in the moonlight. I could see the face clearly. What is going on? How can this be? I stood on the path and gazed down on … myself. Before I could wrap my head around the situation I was shocked again by the immense darkness rushing towards us. The shadows! I completely forgot! Instantly, I threw myself around and sprinted to the house. I need to reach the medallion, for whatever reason it felt like the only hope. My legs begun to sore half way to the house, I must have bruised them when running away from the shadows previously. But it did not matter; I had to reach the house in spite the constantly enclosing shadows and the soring legs. The shadows had almost reached me, as I dashed for my life into the house. Without thinking I grabbed the floating medallion, dropped down, squeezed it close to me, and shut my eyes. The time seemed to stop and stand still, and I felt nothing.

There I was – fallen on the park pathway with the figure in front of me. The moonlight was pressing on my eyes, blinding me from the face of the thing standing in front of me. Suddenly, the lighting changed somehow and the mystery figure was revealed to me in all its fullness. It cannot be! Huh? What? How? In front of me stood – I. As soon our eyes met, the person threw around and dashed out of the park at an incredible speed. After a few second complete darkness rushed over me, and it felt like death itself is speeding through my body.

In a couple moments I was left there on the ground dazzled by the events that just happened. I did not know how much time had passed, but finally I got up. Looked around, and still without a clue of what happened started slowly moving toward my house. Stupefied, I entered my house and wondered what the heck just happened. I put down the groceries and noticed an old piece of paper. I picked it up, and wondered where it came from. I did not have a paper like this, so I read it. On the paper were burnt three words. Mutare in Tempore

I walked slowly through the living making my way through the darkness into the kitchen. With each step, you could hear the wooden floorboards as they made a creaking sound, causing my walk to the kitchen to seem haunted somehow. It was clear to me that this was going to be a long night. I could feel a presence I could not explain; somehow, I knew I was not alone in the kitchen. I could hear, “Get out of my house, bitch!” It seemed to come right out of the air conditioner / heat vent. It wasn’t like I was a newbie with ghosts, I had seen them and talk to them since I was a young child, but this one was different. Never, had I experienced a presence so dark, so filled with hate, so full of red rage. I knew deep within me that this was only the beginning. I said, “No, we just bought this house, its ours now and we are staying, I am not afraid of you, for I have a gift and have dealt with the dead many times before you. This only enraged him, He much louder said “GET OUT NOW, OR YOU WILL BE SORRY”. I was terrified, but I knew better than to show it. It was clear tome that this was a ghost that hated women and he was furious that two women bought the house that he built. Then I felt a sweet silent presence, but we would not meet her for a while.

I stood there in the kitchen, pausing a moment and then opened the refrigerator door slowly as it surrendered a loud squeak. I reached in to get a cold drink of cola. I could feel someone standing behind me watching me. Quickly, I turned to see who was there. No one was there. “That is very odd,” I said out loud, “I was sure someone. . . Oh well, I am just being silly.” It was if I could feel someone breathing on my neck and yet there was not anyone there. Perhaps Laura had gotten up, for she walks so quietly and much of the time, I cannot hear her steps. I shut the refrigerator door and made a dash back to the bedroom.

Laura knew about my gift with the dead, but so far, it never involved her. I had helped other ghosts before, but it was always when she was at work or her work at her church, I heard it again, “Get out, this is my house, I built this house, with my own hands and it belongs to me, so get out now!” I got my coke and ran back to the bedroom, there Laura was fast asleep, Mariah our dog, sleeping on a rug next to our bed, she was a beautiful full-blooded Siberian Husky with white/blue frosty eyes, we kept one of her puppies, King Jazz nearly two years old slept at the foot on our bed, fast asleep. There was Laura sleeping perfectly peaceful or so I thought. so all was accounted for.

Laura and I have been together going on 12 years. What we had together was a piece of heaven. Yes, we were very content with each other. We had many wonderful memories of our life together and each day I looked forward to embracing another day with her. We just seemed to be a perfect fit for each other. I got back under the covers and got comfortable next to Laura once again as I began trying to reason out the events that just took place. “Let’s see,” I thought, “it could not have been our dogs Mariah, and King Jazz. I looked down by the bed and I noticed Mariah was curled up by the bedside on her rug and Jazz laid with comfort next to Laura at the foot of the bed. All were accounted for and peacefully asleep. That is except for me, I was wide-awake.

I laid in bed and asked myself, “What could of this been? What was the invisible essence I felt?” I had crossed over my share of ghosts, however, never had I felt such angered rage before. I was beginning to understand why the previous owners only stayed two years in this great house. The anger of this essence was so intense that my heart began to beat so fiercely that my chest ached. I became so motionless from the fear that seemed to consume my entire body. I noticed each and every noise that this old house had to offer. Normal noises seemed to be quite unusual. Even the air seems to haunt me as I took in each breath. Tightly I closed my eyes praying for sleep to return and save me from all this fear. “I would try to reason it out in the morning,” I thought as I finally I yielded myself back into my slumber.

What I would soon learn is this was not a usual night, well not for this house anyway. We had just bought an historical house, built in 1936. Yes, I would soon meet the individuals of this house. There, we unpacked the last box, and the house looks so much better with every box emptied and disposed of. I was glad to lay my head on my pillow tonight.

As we both slept peacefully, we were awakened out of our sleep by what sounded like cardboard boxes being slammed against the living room wall. We both rushed to the living room followed by our dogs and of course, the cat darted under the bed, but would peek out and check on us later. We stood in the middle of the living room. There was not one cardboard box, for we had all ready unpacked each and every box and threw them all in the trash outside. Confused by all the sounds,I scratched my head in wonderment.

Laura looked all around, as Mariah followed her close by. Mariah was a Siberian husky and was all love, she was no help when there was danger, and she would hide behind us every time. Her son King Jazz was different, he is half German Shepherd, his ears straight up and was very alert staring what seem to be nothing but air. I said, “Its okay guys,” as I rested one hand on Mariah and one on Jazz’s head. “Laura,” I asked, “Did you hear like cardboard boxes being thrown all over the place?”

Laura looked carefully around and said, “Yes, I thought so, unless it was a dream?” I raised my eye brows in disbelief and replied, “we were having the same dream?? Not likely dear.” I chuckled. Laura noticed how silly that was and shrugged her shoulders. We both went back to bed, I held her hand as we went to bed feeling very puzzled. The rest of the night was peaceful and it felt good getting a good rest. Laura woke up and left for work, I worked at home and so I made sure to keep busy. It wasn’t as if I didn’t have enough to do.

The whole next day all was quiet, it was nice puttering around in our new home and imaging how we would fix up the house and make it ours. I thought that maybe tonight would be quieter and perhaps we just need to get use to the noises that come with an old house. A person can almost convince himself or herself of anything with enough effort.

Nothing occurred that night and for several months, all was quiet, and all seemed to go smoothly. I honestly thought our imagination had taken normal sounds and ran away with them. We sat at the dinner table, asking each other about our day. I chuckled and said, “Funny how at night the imagination can get away from you, isn’t it?” Laura laughed and shook her head in agreement and said, “Yes, there are bound to be some noises in a historical house, but somehow it just felt different.”

What I would learn in a month or two is that it was much more than natural sounds of an old house. I would learn of the personalities that did dwell there. I would soon know that this was merely the beginning. I would gain knowledge of those things are not normally seen.

After breakfast, I walked out into the back yard to take a good look at the garage. I walked around and saw that the garage had a cement floor and electricity and even a phone line. Yes, I said to myself, this would make a most perfect art studio. I smiled, thinking, I would spend a lot of time here. We had moved from Kansas a few years earlier where I lived most of my life. I soon realized just how windy Kansas was normally, for all the land was flat, nothing to break the wind, not like the mountains of the desert anyway. I like how the desert most of the time was had no wind, at times having just a light breeze.

I slipped a baseball cap on my head so that my hair would not get dusty and I sat up my sanding equipment. I began sanding a piece of wood, for I wanted to make a special coffee table for Laura. Suddenly, it felt as if someone else had walked into the garage. It was a presence that I could not for some unknown reason see but could strongly feel. “Hello?” I said, hoping that no one would answer. I shrugged my shoulders and started back to my project. This presence was not ready to be ignored as my cap flew across the room.

I walked over and picked it up. I thought wait a minute, there is not even a breeze today; the wind is perfectly still, there is no wind! I spoke aloud as I cautiously back up out of the garage, “Okay then, and guess I will just continue this work at a later time.” I sat with the dogs out in the living room, turned on the TV. I really needed some normal noise today. Perhaps this was not just normal house noises, even though it is a historical home that is bound to be a little creepy, yes indeed, this was definitely different and very creepy. What happened could not have been through any normalcy, that is for certain. Fear gripped my heart as I asked aloud. “What did just happen?” Two years later, we too sold the house and moved.