We both looked down the road, up the road, and by the trees. They had a fence around them but even if they went there, we would’ve seen them. I literally looked away for a second.
Needless to say, both of us were scared as hell until our bus arrived. It was the last bus and it was around 12:17 am when the bus came. I know because we asked the time from the bus driver.
I asked my brother about the area later, I didn’t tell him what happened. He said that there’s a graveyard there.
And then it hit me that what the hell would two 13 year olds be doing in the middle of fucking nowhere coming back from school at midnight?
I didn’t believe in paranormal activities, but I can’t seem to find an explanation for this one.
I was living in an apartment with 3 roommates at the time. I was working all sorts of weird hours, and would stay up late most nights.
Our apartment had 2 hallways that formed an capital L. My room as at the “top” of the L, the bathroom was in the corner of where the lines meet. With the door being in the inside middle of the small section. In the outside corner was the living room. I walked out of my room to go to the bathroom, no need to turn the light on as this was a trek I had made hundreds of times before.
As I left the bathroom I turned to go back to my room. Just as i turned off the lights of the bathroom there standing where the short hallway and the living room met there was a teenage girl standing there. Wearing a white flowery dress, just smiling. She didn’t look “evil” just a normal person standing there smiling at me. I freaked the fuck out and went running for my room.
About 20 minutes later I finally came out of my room. Turning all the lights on as I went through the apartment. She was no where to be seen, however where I saw her standing was noticeably colder than the rest of the apartment should have been for an August evening.
Creepy, but not the worst part. I lived there for about another year, and I never saw her again. After I had moved out I was hanging out with my one roommate who had the bedroom at the end of the small hallway, right next to the bathroom. We were talking and I told him that I never felt comfortable in the apartment after something happened. To which he responded “Oh, you saw her too” I nearly drove off the road when I heard this. We then both described her, finishing off each others sentences describing her. He had seen her twice. I was indifferent about ghosts before that. Now I believe in them..or believe in something. It was very creepy and every time I tell the story the hairs stand up on my arms.
I was at a friend’s dinner party once when he revealed that one of the guests was a respected psychic. I am a huge skeptic and this probably isn’t going where you think it is, so read on. I swear every word I am about to type is true and there were many witnesses.
The psychic agreed to do a reading for us. We were all in the living room – maybe twenty or so people. She began with the expected stuff we think of when we think of a psychic doing a cold reading. I had had a few drinks and was feeling pretty loose so I was just observing and waiting for her to do anything interesting that an observant person or someone trained in cold reading couldn’t do.
About twenty minutes into it, she stopped and said “okay, there is a stronger power than mine here and it needs to be acknowledged.” I perked up thinking things were about to get interesting. She said anyone who had anything to say should speak up. She asked us to let look around the room and allow ourselves to see one another clearly and look into each others’ eyes. If we felt impressed to tell someone something, we should.
I will admit that I felt a little drawn toward a woman I had never met. Her name was Tammy. I didn’t say anything. The room was silent and the silence got awkward, like when a teacher waits overly long for a student to respond to a question s/he clearly doesn’t know.
So she probed again. “Someone here has a strong gift and needs to tap into it. There are messages waiting to be heard. If you feel drawn to someone, say so.” There was another silence. Then, she looked right at me and said “Oh my God. It’s you. You are a gifted empath. You must speak.” I blushed and kind of laughed it off, but several of the guests insisted that I must speak my mind.
So, I said I was feeling drawn toward Tammy. The psychic asked me to let my guard down, “reach out with your mind” she said. So I tried to let my mind go blank. Suddenly, I could hear the Journey song “Don’t Stop Believin'” in my head. Not my usual stuff. Then I started to feel sad. I’m normally a pretty happy guy, and this odd wave of sadness just came over me. At the same time, the name “Mark” came into my mind followed by an urge to tell Tammy thank you. I didn’t know what to do.
The “psychic” told me to just start talking – describe what I was experiencing. So, I did. I closed my eyes and started to talk. As I got to the “thank you” part, I started to choke up and cry a little like I was actually feeling extreme gratitude.