I, myself, am a very strong believer. I believe what I can see and experience, and I have seen some very crazy things. I grew up in what everyone (my sister, my friends, even my mom...) called a haunted house... The only physical entity I knew of was an older gentleman (dressed in a suit) carrying a briefcase or suitcase. I saw him a couple of times, and once I was with a friend, who looked at me, screamed and we BOTH ran upstairs. I do however, think there was more than one entity there, just from a gut feeling. Heh. My family calls me a ghost magnet. I seem to attract them, or I am just more observant of those kind of things. *shrug* It was mainly my basement that was haunted... I rarely saw things upstairs. Another strange occurance was when I was little (more so than later) my toys often moved themselves. I'd be playing upstairs, and then go down to the basement (to watch TV, or play Nintendo) and find the toy sitting on the floor when I got downstairs. Sometimes I would go upstairs to check, and it would be gone from upstairs, other times... there ended up being two.

The most significant one of these instances was when a group of my friends and I were playing monopoly, in my room upstairs and the little dog piece went missing in the middle of the game. Several hours later, I went to use the bathroom downstairs, and there is the dog peice, on the floor. (Note, the piece could not have fallen through the vent, the vent came out in another room, I know because I used to drop things down it all the time)

The scariest thing that happened, I think, was at one of my birthdays. My friends and I were in the basement, getting some drinks from the fridge. We stopped to talk around the big long freezer, and I put my drink down on it, about a foot and a half from the edge. After a few minutes, it slowly began to slide off the freezer. My friends and I stopped talking to watch (in shock of course) and it turned upside down, dumped ALL of the contents (it had been full) on the floor and then fell gently, landing on it's side.

he actual scariest thing that has ever happened to me might be this-

A few years ago when I was still living with roomies, I was sleeping in my room. The door was locked from the inside. I was asleep. I woke up from this dead sleep, because I sensed something at the door. I thought I heard someone there. I said "what?" assuming it was one of my roomies wanting something from me. I opened my eyes and there was this dark figure IN my room. It was moving towards me, half slinking. Freaked the hell out of me. I told it to go away. I said if that it needed me for some reason to bug me during daylight hours and let me sleep. Heh.

It did leave me alone... thankfully.

Also, once, I was sleeping over at an ex-boyfriends house... it was one of the first times I lived there. I woke up in the middle of the night to this evil (yes strong word, but the only thing I have to describe it) dark shadow in the corner. It was as if a cloud of doom was just sitting, watching us sleep... Except, I knew it was directed at him, not me. It was strange... He claimed he had this reoccurring dream where this angel would give him this sword...

One day, I was writing, and sat down and out of nowhere wrote this: Do not trust in dreams, for sleep is a mistress that tempts us to other worlds. All that lies in dreams is not truth, for the devil does not seduct us with horrors, but with deceit. He tells us shows us lies of truth and beauty, while bringing us into the dark. He is naught but a fallen angel, thus all angels do not bring us love. Live not in the world of sleep and dreams, for we cannot fathom the realities there. Trust not what we see there, because all is not what it seems.

In the time of dark and depth it is easy to succumb to false truth, to the light that is not there. Watch for false idols, as evil cloaks itself in the hide of what we wish to see. Only when it is too late do we recognize it for what it is.

Evil lurks here beneath well wishes. Watch out for what you think you know.

Trust not in the night.


I really believe that something was out to get him, and he did really change while I dated him. He was a sweet, loving guy when I met him, and had lots of friends, and hadn't dated much... when we broke up, he was a lying, crazy, sociopathic guy who started using women and lost a lot of friends due to his seeming inability to tell the truth or treat people properly.

I did try to warn him about it, but he laughed it off.

The strange thing is, I am an atheist. I would not believe in ghosts if I hadn't seen so many weird things!