Okay,
as I write I'm trying to remember all the
details. It's a little foggy. Sorry
it's a bit
long. This was an old house, so old the
foundation is made out of dry rotting whole
trees. Supposedly it was built in the late 19th
century or something.
My
father is a photographer and set up an amateur dark
room in the basement. I was majoring in
photography and would often use it in the evening
when I visited. Every time I was down there I had the
feeling of being watched. We had a few
cats and
I would think maybe one got in there with me.
Nope.
It
was always cold down there but in certain spots it felt
positively arctic as well as the hair on my neck
would stand
up. We had more than adequate ventilation
and smells from the chemical would be overpowering on some
occasions even when the exact amount had been used
before and no
overpowering smell was present.
I
had one particularly old cat and about 4 young
ones. The old one, Marmalade, was highly
intelligent. I always thought she was
a human that decided to come back as a pampered cat.
Anyway,
one night I could not sleep. I have no idea
why, I'm a person
who can normally sleep on a rock. There were odd
ringing noises in my ears, feelings of pressure on the
outside of the bedroom door (kind of like a heavy
thunderstorm outside) and the sounds and feelings of
someone moving on the stairwell. Every
single cat was in
my room and would not leave until dawn when there was
almost an audible
pop (I can't describe that one) and all the cats got
up and left. I was terrified, this had never happened
before in clear memory.
I
asked my parents if they had been upstairs in the
night. Neither had even gotten up for a potty run.
I told them what happened and expected them to
give me some odd looks but my father said he had the same
feelings in the basement and didn't like it down
there but refused
to give in to some vague feelings.
I
got in touch with a friend who dealt with this sort
of thing and a friend who is a High Priestess in
Wicca. When they entered Fred took one
look and began to douse all the rooms in a holy
water (for want of a better description). We
proceeded to the basement, where we walked around the
small room several times. The High Priestess
had lit a candle and was visibly trembling. She said
there was something strange by the other exit...a
heavier pressure.
By
this time it felt like it was freezing down there
after being moderately cool. The High Priestess preformed
a house blessing and Fred had me cast a lemon
banishing spell. (Yeah, I study Wicca) Fred also
had me look in my car and see if it felt like
something was watching me there. Yep, that
and a heavy pressure in my chest. He threw more
holy water inside and out on the car.
We
thought well that's that. No, more nights like the
previous were happening and even my mother tried to tell
it to go away. She was highly skeptical
of it in the beginning but now she wasn't so sure. I
thought "Great! She's pissed it off."
I can't remember if things got worse or not but I was still
scared.
I
went to Fred's house where a friend of his was in his
estimation highly clairivoyant. She had assistance from
spirits of Fred's aquaintance. ( I think, this
is where it gets fuzzy, I was frightened)
Anyway
I had a family of ghosts. A father, mother, and
little boy. The little boy found me interesting and
would peek in on me meditating or trying out my first
spells. The mother stayed in the background.
The father was a tyrant convinced of a woman's place
and hated
that I was doing "black magic" (it
wasn't and I don't do that stuff). He had
built the original
house and had gas lights. One night he went to turn
them down or off and it exploded and the entire house burnt
down and everyone was killed. Their remains
were under
the exit where the High Priestess had termed it
strange. So the father wanted me out and was
doing all
this strange stuff and said he was prepared to burn
down this house to get me out. He also
said he could
change forms and had been experimenting and could do
all sorts of nasty things
Fred
stood up and snapped he'd heard just about enough.
Because it's even fuzzier I'll relate in the terms Fred and
this girl used. They drew the boy and the
mother into this beam of white light to assist in
passing over to the other side. The father
turned into something mean with claws and dug in and
attacked the girl. Finally he was drawn in by
turning the light to a green light and he went. I
think they said because it reminded him of the forest
around his house.
Now
I'm not clairivoyant and have never been on the
astral plane to my knowledge but this is how it was related to
me. I have great respect for Fred and would
basically believe anything he told me on this
subject. I have no idea if the information that
the girl related was true or not.
Some
things had that feel of rightness and others.....
All
I know is when I went home there was no sense of a
presence, no coldness in the basement and no pressure,
and that this event scared the hell out of me and
furthered my belief in ghosts and things that go bump
in the night..
Heather
