Who you gonna call? Part 2

I just wanted to take a second and let you know I am aware just how insane this all sounds. I'm not a fruit-loopy kind of a person. I think most ghost hunters are a sham. I think the shows on tv are silly. I'm skeptical of mediums. I'm really a practical person, I've just had some really weird stuff happen to me.

This next 'thing' I can't classify as a ghost or spirit all I can say is that it was supernatural.

Years ago my best friend and I got lost getting to another friend's house. We were about 40 minutes from home in a town where neither of us knew a soul. My best friend's name is Kylene, pretty unusual right? I mean how many Kylenes do you know? So we stopped and asked these two guys for directions.

Here's the scene; We're in a town we don't know, on a residential street, years before mapquest or gps and we're talking to these two guys. Now the men were Mexican and behind them was this open field and a tree...and at the base of the tree is this little girl playing.

I have to stop here and tell you that I don't tell this story very often because it really rattles me and every time I even think about this event I get chills.

So, I'm watching this little girl, I'm totally mesmerized by her. I'm hoping Kylene is listing to the directions these guys are giving us because I sure wasn't. I can see her so clearly in my mind; She is about eight years old in a white party dress with a red ribbon around her waist and a matching one in her long wavy red-blonde hair.

This little girl was so out of place. Nothing felt right, she wasn't with these men, she was all alone in this field. It just didn't make sense, then she looked at Kylene and I, right at us and said in the creepiest voice imaginable "Hiiiiiiiiiiiiii Kyleeeeeeneeee".

Whoa, I mean Keanu Reeves WHOA, right?

So we take off and It's quiet and finally I said to Kylene "You heard that right?" and she had.

I mean how many Kylenes do YOU know?!


After I left Seattle things were quiet for a while, nothing happened, then I moved to New York and it started back up and hasn't really stopped since.

In New York I lived in a building that was built in 1921, it was the kind of a building that most of the residents left feet first if you know what I mean. We lived in the basement of the building.

The first thing that pops in my head when I think of that apartment was that I was never really comfortable there. I was there alone a lot due to my husband's job but I never felt alone. It always felt that someone was watching me. It was very unsettling. Sometimes I would smell this overpowering aroma of lavender and soap, it was so strong and it would go away so quickly.

The first event I remember happened when I my husband and I were sitting on the couch watching tv.

I happen to have a picture of that living room:

I'm happy to say that since then my taste, camera and lighting have improved...


So we're watching tv on that couch and out of the corner of my eye I see that drape move and when I say move I mean the corner of it picked up and flapped, like you would if you were shaking it out. I turned to look, it stopped. This happened a few times. Now this was before we had any cats, in the middle of winter so the window wasn't open and the heat which was in the beam you see, wasn't on, wasn't blowing...

Two nights later I see my husband turning his head really quickly to the window, he does it again...I asked him what he was doing, he said he kept seeing the drape move.

Then we adopted Lola. Since Lola was in the shelter so long (a year and a half) and since we believe she was an orphaned street kitten she's got a lot of quirks. She would run around that apartment and stare at the ceiling. Now I know cats are weird and do this but it's just worth mentioning because we've lived in two other places with her and she hasn't done it since.

Lola didn't like to be in the bedroom and then we found out why...
Once in the middle of the night I woke up and saw above the bed what I can only describe as the cauldron of souls from the Scooby-Doo movie. I was FREAKED out, I actually pulled the covers over my head and didn't come out until morning. I didn't say anything to my husband, not for fear he'd think I was insane. I think I just didn't want to scare him.

I think I also felt if I didn't address it, it wasn't real...and I didn't want to discuss it in the apartment, I felt that would only make whatever it was stronger...I don't know.

Then my husband and I were on the subway and I couldn't take it anymore, I said to him that I thought the apartment was haunted and he said to me "The stuff above the bed?"

He'd been seeing it too and described it exactly as I had. After that we had a few nights of staring at the ceiling at this thing holding hands in fear.

A friend told me that sometimes power sources can make people hallucinate. I would LOVE an explanation for that, I really would. I would love to know what I saw was not real.

In retrospect I think that there were two spirits in that apartment. One was the scary one and one was more childish, not a child but impish. I had things that would go missing and I would tear the house up looking for them and finally give up and a week later whatever I was looking for would be in plain sight. Once it was a shirt and it turned up perfectly folded right on top of my dresser and I know neither my husband or I had put it there because neither of us perfectly folds anything.

Then we moved to California. Things changed. Lola became a much more friendly cat, even sleeping in the bed with us, she wasn't so skittish and she became less of a fraidy cat. We were amazed. The new place we were living in was built in 1929 and we believe it had been a hotel at some point.

That place never scared me, I never felt weird or unusual. It was nice and warm. The only things that happened there was the continuation of stuff going missing and turning up. Usually my stuff, very rarely was it B's.

Things would move. Once I put a shirt on the couch I was going to wear, went into the kitchen and came back into the living room and the shirt was now 5 feet away and on the floor. Things like that would happen.

Then when we knew we were going to move here I figured I needed some sage for this new house. So I stopped into a little new age shop and struck up a conversation with the lady about what was happening and she said that it sounded like someone mischievous I had known was saying hello.

Now this lady was eccentric, I mean she ran a new age store, you know? But what she said just hit me like a ton of bricks. Just the word mischievous...it was my Uncle Ray. I knew it, I know it, it just was him. He was mischievous and it would be just like him to do this. He died in 1996 and for some reason he felt like a decade later would be a good time to say 'Hi'.

I shared this conversation with my Mom and it was like opening up a dam. She told me all this stuff that had been happening to her. Her jewelry would go missing and then reappear all the time and then she called my Grandma and the same thing was happening to her.

Now my Grandma and ghosts are a whole 'nother story...she doesn't really believe in them but she knows that she doesn't live "alone". Two of her sons and one husband have died in her home and she knows they never really left. Her stories are enough to fill up a week of posts like these. Her husband had seen my Uncle Martin whom, he'd never met walking through the house. Lights go on and off, Her jewelry goes missing and reappears and then one really touching story which I will share with you:

My Uncle Ray had a terminal illness and the last few months of his life he lived with my Grandma. Once they were in a Doctor's office together and there was a flower in the waiting room. My Grandma commented on the flower and wanted to know what kind it was but no one knew. A while later after my Uncle died my Grandma went out to her backyard and there was the same flower growing, all alone in her flower bed.

She told me she tried to rationalize the hell out of that. That maybe a bird flew by and dropped the seed but it wasn't a seed flower, it was a bulb flower, too heavy for a bird. She said that after that the flower has never returned.

She also told me that before he died my Uncle had told her that if there is a way to communicate he would try and I think he found it.

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So when we got to this house, I burned the sage, I thought positive things and asked for any negativity to move on. So far this place has been warm and homey. I'm not even afraid of the basement. Occasionally I'll get some stuff that moves and disappears but I've accepted that as my Uncle and he's just saying hello and when it happens I call my Mom and Grandma and usually they've got a story to tell too.


So I know it all might sound nuts and loopy but what can I say? This really happened to me.