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February 2002 Page 34
by Michèle R.
I've always had some sort of paranormal experience. Even my siblings have had them and even now we believe there is a mischievous spirit that my mentally handicapped sister acts is with her.
She usually gives it a name of some figure she likes, sometimes it is a singer and sometimes it is a TV character, but she has conveyed to us that it has kissed her, and has kissed her in places that my mother would not approve of for her mentality. I know when I take her shopping with me, she always opens the car door and says, "Everyone in!" And when we get to are final destination it takes her longer to get inside a building because she is "letting everyone out" of the car.
When we are at a restaurant or a shopping center, she acts like there is someone sitting across from her and she has conversations with them. And when we are walking down the mall corridors, she falls back and she acts like she is talking to someone. When we scold her for doing things like that, we tell her it is not proper to pretend someone is there when there is no one there, and she gets mad at us, because she says that someone IS there. I think there is something there. I doubt it is "Al Yankovic" or Xena and Gabrielle, but it is something that she talks to and has conversations with.
Every since my parent lived in the house they live in now, the house my three sisters and I grew up in, he has been remodeling it. But most of the what has changed upstairs is the size of two bedrooms. Their house was built in the 1940s. It had a lot of the old type of wool insulation. Bad for breathing, and it had large spaces between the actual wall of the room and the outside wall. About three feet on the north and south sides of both rooms. Spirit activity in the west bedroom upstairs was non existant... and in most of the rooms there seemed to be no spiritual activity except for one spirit that I think of as a guide now. "He" has been ever watchful of me and my siblings when we were children. However, the eastern bedroom, there were sinister things that would happen. The room was eventually shared between me and the younger sister closest in birth order to me. Our father discovered the space between the walls and made us each closets one for my stuff and one for her stuff, and we each had our own beds. Her side was always pristine and neat. IF she sat something in her closet, the light always worked, and items always stayed on the hangers and in their proper places on the shelves.
On my side, the doors wouldn't stay shut. Nothing stayed on the hangers. All the items I sat on the shelves would be on the closet floor by day break. It was odd. And the light bulb never lasted more than one day. Even now, when I think of those times I get an eerie feeling. I remember my siblings and I thought that there were spirits that used my closet as a portal to our world and my youngest sister says that evil "people" used my closet. I remember our "guide" said they were the "partyers" and to not trust them. Of course this just made them mad. And they would visit us in our dreams.
One time, my sister (the one closest to my birth order) decided to test the idea of something messing up the stuff in my closet. I was going to a sleepover party at a friend's house from school, and mom and dad let her invite someone to sleep over in my bed, being I wasn't going to be using it. My sister and me put all the stuff I had back up on the shelves, and I took one dress and took the little strings that came on it to keep it on a hanger and wrapped them tightly around the hanger, so there would be no possible way for it to fall off all by itself.
My sister's friend was most upset the next day talking of people dressed in "roarin' twenties" garb and trying to make her come through the door with them, but she was scared. We never told her of the partyers, because we didn't want our friends to think we were freaky. But when my sister got up to look inside my closet, sure enough the light bulb was out again, and all the items on the shelves were on the floor, and all the clothes on my hangers were on the floor, except one... and the hanger was bent where I had tied the strings onto it. My sister was scared after that, and I was too. Basically, I kept the door opened and usually never kept and clothes in it anymore.
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