Tuesday, September 26, 2006 . 9/26/2006

I wish paranormal things would happen to me. Maybe I have a strong "barrier" against experiencing the paranormal. Maybe I don't fully believe. Maybe ghosts and such don't exist.

I always thought of myself as being a gifted and talented person, and having great mental capacity. It disapoints me that even if paranormal things didn't exist, that my brain won't function abnormally so I could experience something. I've heard being sad or angry could make things happen, but either I don't have a very good connection with "the other side", or I'm not noticing anything strange.

Many skeptics have had personal experiences in regards to the paranormal, which have turned them into believers. I consider myself a skeptic and a believer at the same time. I will look for logical reason as to why things happen, but nothing even remotely strange has happened to me recently.

There has got to be something other than this physical world. When people die, where would they go? What's the explanation for seemingly legitimate evidence?

I have only had three odd things that I can remember of in my lifetime so far. The first one happened before I was born. I distinctly remember being in a movie theater and watching Christmas Vacation. I could see nothing but the screen, but I remember it well. My parents went to see this movie while my mom was pregnant with me, and she said she recalls that there was a lot of kicking then.

The second was when I was around two years old. I put my blanket behind me while my mom dressed me, and when I turned around it was gone. A few years later it turned up in some old, musty book, crammed in between some pages. I wish I could remember what that book was about. I think it may have been a bible, but I'm not so sure.

The third was when I was around three or four. I woke up around midnight to some strange, person-shaped thing on my bedroom floor. It looked like some hooded cloak just got dropped there, as if perhaps an entity was walking towards me and collapsed as I awoke. I asked my mom that morning if she found any clothes on the floor, since I thought I may have strewn them about in my sleep. She said no.

I have this rather strong fetish with hooded cloaks and robes, and everytime I hear tell of "hooded bedroom entities" I can't help but feel a bit jealous.

As I am writing this I'm starting to feel a little creeped out. Maybe it's my mind, maybe it isn't. I know that if I do start experiencing strange things that I'll most likely want it to stop, but.. I don't know. 0 Comments - Post/view comments