I've never talked about this with anyone before. I guess there's just a time in your life you realize your one of two things.

Your sane and the rest of the world needs to catch up with what we keep trying to tell them.

Or your nuts and it ain't going to get any better so you might as well start to practice your butterfly net evasion techniques.

Growing up, I was always the 'why' child. I drove our Pastor nuts. But I also had a lot of strange experiences growing up that have me stumped.

As a toddler I was plagued by what we now know is sleep paralysis and night terrors. When I was a little older I had my first OBE while almost drowning. It was a very profound moment in my life.

Later in my junior and senior years of high school I became very negative. I grew increasingly depressed. During that time I asked for some things that I shouldn't have and I started to experience some negative consequences. I spent the next few years working through my emotional problems and learning to push negativity out of my life.

When I lived in St. Paul I became friends with the biggest group of misfits. I never felt so at peace until I met them. Among the group were a couple of Wiccan lasses. Coming from a small christian town, their religion facinated me. More so the fact that this religion wasn't all that uncommon. Blew my mind. 

One of the friends I met from St. Paul , Jon, lived with me for years afterward. He was an odd cookie. He still calls from time to time. As I feel I'm more grounded towards skepticism he on the other hand isn't burdened by doubt.

On a side note: It's always good to be challenged on your beliefs as it crystalizes your view. If the arguement is good enough that crystal breaks, and you learn another truth you would never have learned. That's why even ignorance has value, just don't let it have power.

The reason I bring up Jon is to finish with my last paranormal story. It was a muggy summer afternoon. Dusk was fast approaching with a storm rolling in from the south. Ooo spooky huh? lol.

Jon and I were at a friends house.  She told us her house was haunted before we got there, but that didn't bother us. She told us several stories of the house that may or may not be true. I am a pretty c ocky guy at times, especially when I was in my early 20's. Who isn't though....right? I didn't take much stock in stories.

For several hours we talked and laughed, and all was well.  I was enjoying myself until I had to take leave for a nature call. For some reason I don't know to this day I kept turning my head to look at the mirror over the sink. There was nothing in the mirror, but I kept turning my head to look. I kept getting the feeling someone was trying to talk to me. At one point I turned my head to the mirror to say "stop it". This went on a couple minutes when I felt like a crowd was talking in my head. And they weren't saying anything I could repeat here. I've dealt with some oppressive feelings before but this was more focused.

I was overwhelmed with thoughts of hate and violence so I walked out of the house to get rid of the energy. After this experience I think I finally understand some of the risk of dealing with a negative haunting. I know I'm more inclined to be prepared when a friend tells me her house used to be satan worshiper and ouija central.

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