Adventures Amongst The Paranormal

Have you ever heard a voice in your mind that wasn’t yours? Have you ever seen people that aren’t there? Sometimes people see things and the experience cannot be explained. Have you had it where you may attempt to talk it through with a friend or family member, but the more that your story unravels the more reluctant they are to relate to you? If you have experienced these things or anything similar I feel for you, and just know you’re not alone.

A major factor that ties into a person having hallucinations or visions as I like to call them occurs due to triggers. Perhaps someone gets in an argument, or they’re feeling depressed, perhaps they lost their job–there’s a number of things that can serve as a trigger. I will delve into particular triggers later, but basically I have had a lot of encounters, mostly with ghosts, but with aliens as well.

My first memory as a child was of my father’s arrest and imprisonment when I was five years old. A drug dealer and owner of multiple illegal weapons, my father was a man who had no respect for authority and wasn’t afraid to act on it. Despite the negative implications of the situation though, I am actually grateful that it happened to me, it helped make me who I am today. I believe this experience, whether for better or for worse, is what caused myself to develop bipolar schizoaffective disorder and dissociative identity disorder.

Soon I began to play outside more, and with friends that weren’t really there, or with what they call “invisible” friends when you’re a kid. All seemed normal to my family or so they thought, but I don’t think people realized the degree to which I interacted with these invisible friends. They all had names and faces and I brought out food, drinks and toys for them. It was fun at first, until I realized that these friends weren’t really there.

At seven years old I remember sleeping soundly in my bed. Then there was a bright light that came through my window, illuminating my room. It was so bright it woke me up. I look out the window and the light is all I can see. Suddenly I am inside of an operating room on an alien spaceship. I was strapped down and feeling very sleepy, I actually felt sedated and perhaps it was part of preparing “patients” for operations. They gave me shots and made an incision in my ankle, inserting an extremely small camera, which traveled throughout my body. Looking back all I can think of is that aliens were researching me that night. I made it home safe, but my perspective on life had changed forever, and I have the scar where they inserted the camera to this day.

I have always been sensitive to the detection of ghosts, and have encountered them so many times that I cannot even remember them all. Once upon a time it was the most common of paranormal experiences for me. I remember going to a haunted house in Hollywood, it was beautiful, its Victorian spires for roofs stretching elegantly into the sky. I was eleven years old and was fascinated with the place. We were in a “haunted piano parlor” where a supposed ghost was playing the piano, and I watched as the keys of the instrument were triggered on their own. My aunt said it was a pre-programmed electric piano, which explains how it works. 

That made sense to me. But it was not long before something unbelievable happened, and I stumbled across a ghastly woman wearing a raggedy white dress in a dark hallway near the piano room. She had shackles and chains on and she shook them violently at me, demanding that I save her. I was at a loss and wanted to help, but could do nothing to do so. Fortunately, I was saved myself, by my aunt who found me finally and scolded me for wandering off. I told her what happened and she told me not to tell lies. I found out later that the haunted house had been built on a grave site of a widow who killed herself.

Back at home everything seemed normal for a while, that is until my step father became deathly ill due to alcoholism. I was twelve. A chain smoker and an alcoholic he was not the kindest man, and when he blew smoke in your face liked to cast the act off lightly by saying things like, “Smoke follows beauty.” 

He started to lose his mind due to his illness and because of this he almost died prematurely. He had a pot belly stove with coals in it, and when he was stirring the coals one must have fallen out because the carpet caught fire. I was at school during the time, but later found my mother exhausted and passed out on her bed due to the hardship she had endured. Her feet were blackened on the bottom from running around his room, putting out the flames. She later told me he was laughing the whole time, as if he welcomed death.

Shortly after that he passed away. I saw him on his deathbed in his room in our house, and we said our farewells. Relatives called on the phone to do the same and after that he breathed his last breath. I thought I would see him in heaven one day, but much to my surprise I saw traces of him after his death. I would hear creaking in the hallway at night, but when I would check to see if it was my mom walking around, I would find no one. 

Then after that I would look to the porch where he used to smoke and drink, and every time I did so in the evenings I could see his silhouette sitting there in his favorite chair. He appeared to me consumed with rage in my room on more occasions that I can count. I decided he needed to crossover and was stuck in our world, so my mother consulted with a psychic woman, and she came to our house to perform an exorcism. During the exorcism storm clouds formed and rain fell, although it was originally a bright, sunny day outside before that. Afterwards the weather went back to normal.

One day I was in a deep, peaceful sleep, but then suddenly sat up, immediately feeling wide awake for what I thought was no particular reason. Then right away I received a phone call in my dorm room at my boarding school. As it turns out my aunt had called to tell me that her brother had died, he had slipped and fell, hurting his head and dying upon impact.

Soon after that I went to my aunt’s house in California, where she and her brother lived, so that I could attend his funeral. Everyone was running around like crazy in preparation for the ceremony. To entertain myself I wandered around the house taking pictures of things, because at the time I really enjoyed taking photographs. I even took a picture of a bouquet of funeral flowers, which although it was sad to see them, were strikingly beautiful. 

Later I returned home from the trip and I developed the film. There were energy “orbs” in the photos, big ones, semi-transparent blobs dispersed mysteriously across the image. Most intriguing though was the one take of the funeral flowers which had a faded skeleton in it. I showed my friends at school and we all could see the skeleton and agreed undeniably that it was a paranormal phenomenon. I started going to counseling after that in an effort to understand it all and heal from the traumatic experience.

Life is a grand adventure, and there are aliens, ghosts, and other unexplained phenomena which exist simultaneously with us whether in this realm or the next. Now that I am older and understand this part of reality more than before, and have learned a lot since my youth, I simply cannot deny the existence of such things. It’s a mysterious world we live in and honestly I wouldn’t want it any other way. 

Thank you for reading, stay tuned for more stories later on.