In deciding to write down any run-ins with ghost or the paranormal I was trying to remember my earliest encounter, Which was when I was a small child, in bed and something possessed me to look out my window, no noise just the urge to take a peek, In the window up against the glass was a random hand just chilling. I got very scared, and looked away, and assumed it went away. This happen once again the same way. (I had an older brother who had friends in and out of the house and there is the huge possibility it could have bin him or one of his friends.

Even before the hand incident I can remember inviting friends from school over, and telling them all sorts of ghost story’s. Most of them made up. What possessed me to be interested, or have the want or need to continually scare my friends is besides me.

Here is a chronicling of all the very REAL ghost or strange ghost like things I have come encounter with, Not many, but enough to make me a believer.

I’m alone in my house feeling fine, but slightly thirsty. I decided to go out to the kitchen to grab a cup of orange juice. My back door located by the fridge in the kitchen, is open so the dog can run freely in and outside. I’m poring the juice by the fridge when I hear a strange humming outside. It sounds like a young girl, I’m confused by what I hear because one, it’s coming from the back yard where no one should be, and two the voice is young and its dark outside. I pause sort of in… ahhh what is that shock, and the hum gets louder, and closer and is standing in very close proximity, I can now tell what the young voice is humming, or at least knew of the melody but not sure of the song. It was glooooorrry glorrry halliloooooya. Now that I KNOW FOR SURE it was someone or something that was not there I put the cup on the counter and left the house.

I went to my friends right away to tell them what I’d heard and they put the title to the song for me. I stayed creeped out for a few days.

The V.M.M.C.C.I.S.A

The VMMCCISA stands for the Vickie Melvins Mom Chocolate cake Italian sub association. And the story goes like this:

My freshman year of high school I became very close, very fast with a young lady in my grade, Vickie Melvin. Her and I had bin in school together since kindergarten, but just clicked that year. Somewhere around 6^th grade her mother passed away after complications with a gastro bypass surgery. Her mother was very into witchcraft and paranormal stuff her self. (this is also a story I don’t think I ever told Vicky, mainly because it’s kind of offensive, but we were young so please no one else take offence)

Any who. All of freshman year I worked at a Restaurant down the road from my house. This involved walking to and from work, and often at night.

One evening while walking home I was thinking of Vickie’s mom, Not sure why. I envisioned her appearing before me as I walked and offering me a necklace for Vicky. (This encounter did not actually happen I was day dreaming it) but what DID actually happen was all the sudden I looked up and I had walked a great distance with out realizing that I had walked it. (Stuck in the idea of the encounter with the mothers ghost)

So anyway, I was sort of flipped out and felt like I had lost time, so I decided to share the experience with my friend Tim. Tim while interested in the stuff himself, but also having a really big jokester side, thought the whole thing was odd, and joked that it was too bad she wasn’t offering me something way cooler, like a chocolate cake, or an Italian sub.

We then started the VMMCCISA as a joke. We made it a privet club and the only way you could know the story or what the vmmccisa was if you made out with one of us (I know really weird) Getting to the point about a ghost I swear:

So, One night during all this (probably lasted a few weeks and drove people crazy) Tim decided to pick me up from work. To honor our new club I got a free piece of chocolate cake from the restaurant to present to Tim. Somehow we came up with the great idea to try to have a séance and offer Vickie’s mom the chocolate cake if she would show herself to us again. We went to this little gazebo next to a graveyard and a church, laid the chocolate cake in the middle, and held hands and said a little something to entice her. After a few moments I began to notice a light going around the gazebo. I was nervous but did not say anything to Tim, Again the light came around and finally Tim caught it at the same time as me and instead of asking about the light, he suggested we go. We quickly and quietly walked back to the car and once we drove away Tim mentioned the light (I was waiting for definite confirmation) We were both creeped out. Still joking around and getting ourselves worked up Tim was driving wild “trying to get away from the spirit” he turned down a road (Frances st) Vickie’s moms first name, (we made note of it) Then on the next road we turned on, waiting at the end of it was Vickie’s brother.

The ending two lines were just weird coincidences to add to the story but the light was very real.

This mist in the mirror is a simple story. I was alone at home lying in bed. I had a mirror next to my bed on the wall that if you looked directly into it standing, you’d see the door behind you. Other then that I think you just saw the sealing lying down. So I’m lying around, facing the wall the mirror is on, back to the door when I gaze into the mirror and see a smoke, kind of like the smoke of a burning cigarette floating what from where I was looking, was right above me. It disappeared quick like it was leaving as soon as I looked and had possibly bin a lot thicker. It freaked me out and I left my house.

I have never had a fear of graveyards. We frequented them quite often my high school career being we were young pot smokers, hiding from our parents and the law, getting our smoke on wherever we could.

One night my friend Zoe and I were in the one we called “secret frequency nook” named that because we realized one certain spot in the grave yard picked up a different radio frequency then any other. We would pull to that spot and listen to the creepy station that would play sometimes.

So, Sitting in the spot we were about to smoke some weed. All the sudden I look up and there is a very bright light glowing across the graveyard. It is coming from a clearing where we like to come in the daytime to smoke “outside” joints. (We actually get out of the car for those and enjoy the nature) Hence this spot is also well known to us. There are no houses in that area and there were no other cars in the grave yard. The Light was higher up in the sky, what seemed from that distance about 6 feet off the ground. I told Zoe to look up fast and she stared in aww for a minuet. She then got really scared. (it hadn’t occurred to me yet to be scared) She started kind of freaking out telling me we had to get out of there. She was REALLY REALLY scared. I kind of found strength in that and wanted to tease her because I thought she was acting almost TOO scared. So I began to drive closer to it. (she began calling me horrible names, telling me I was a SERIOUS asshole) The light did not seem to move but suddenly started to get a lot brighter. We got about ten ft closer and then all the sudden it just blinked out and disappeared. We were both floored, and we left the graveyard at that point. I don’t think we went back at night for a while.

I was hanging out with my friend Tim one night when he decided he wanted to take a dip. We went to Dennis pond which is this little pond and maybe 20 feet away on the other side of the road is a graveyard. I was not feeling swimming so I decided to wait in the car. Tim parked the car facing the pond so I could watch him swim. He waded about for a bit and then just kind of stayed in one place, facing the car. At that point I assumed he was peeing in the water (It’s hard to do moving have you tried it?) I looked in the rear view mirror and something caught my eye. There was an orange orb moving in the woods very slowing making its way towards the grave yard. I felt it might be a ghost but didn’t feel like talking about it because I was scared. Not too long after Tim shared with me the story of how he was paralyzed with fear in the water because he saw an orange orb floating in the woods the night we hung out. I informed him I had seen the same.

The first time I saw these orbs I was lying in a room with my boss (A woman who was in the year of her death, that I was caring for.) It was only her and I in the house. This house MAY or may not be haunted by her husband, whom I’ve felt around and seen a shadow of a few other times.

So, I’m asleep and I hear Shirley move (we had to sleep very lightly because she would get out of bed confused with out calling for help and be at risk of falling) I look over to her bed to make sure she is not getting up when I see the most amazing things floating above her. Moving kind of in circles there looked like 3 or 4 of them. Glowing white lights that didn’t really brighten the room but contained there light where they floated. I remember feeling almost paralyzed. I was not fearful of them and infact they made me feel really happy. Like it might be family or something special come to visit Shirley. I felt slightly disoriented while looking at them. I was not dreaming however. I was defiantly awake. After about 30 seconds I got the feeling like I was intruding on some type of personal visit and felt 100% good that Shirley was fine and that these things were fine and decided to let them do what they were and went back to sleep.

I saw this same type of thing at work (a new house with a new client) not to long ago in the same type of thing, except I was alone in the living room. The homeowners cousin died in the house last year, so perhaps it could have bin her, or perhaps they were the same orb things I saw at Shirley’s, or maybe they were something different totally. But I had the same feeling of disorientation, and this time I do remember being slightly fearful but ultimately decided to just go to sleep.

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