A long time later....

   Hi people. Well it's been a really long time because I was really kinda not so happy about my  blog being shared but only my cousin saw it and she didn't make fun of it so I guess it doesn't matter. Oh wait my sister saw it too but she's MEANNNN! Anyway, back to the blog. Well I haven't really even thought about ghosts in awhile to tell you the truth. It's not summer anymore (It's December) and all of this Christmas stuff is just too happy to even be graced with a ghost.  The only creepy thing that's happened to me is the basement door closing behind me that was FREAKY. But hey, you never know. Christmas is filled with ghosts if you think about it. Ghost of Christmas past, Present, and Future! *I laugh* I went to the Cemetary with my friend today (after almost being trampled by an unusually huge sheep) and there was a really creepy section that was from the 1890's and such and it was so creepy and morbid that I started feeling sick so we had to leave. That is a good example of a creepy place! Well, I'll be more observant but I just haven't really been keeping track lately. Sorry.


Bye bye!

Goodbye forever!

    All thanks to my annoying and snoopy and RUDE sister I will no longer be posting anything else on this blog! She put the link on facebook so now everyone can see it. I don't blame the people who viewed it I blame her! They just wanted to see it, which is fine with me, but then she makes fun of it and leads them on to make fun of it too. SO GOODBYE!!!! 

A picture is worth a thousand words, and I got two.

   Sometimes I wonder if spirits know that I am interested in them so they choose to let me know that they're there. It's so odd, because I have probably had more paranormal encounters than anyone I know. But, this was probably the most odd one of all. I was down taking pictures with my friends in this dark old place outside that looked like one of those turn-of-the-century photo places but has been over-grown with weeds and leaves over the years. There is a tree that looks ancient, and the vines hang down to the ground so you can go in it and it's like a jungle. There are quite a lot of those. They are so unbrushed up and meloncholy, but I think that's what makes them so pretty. I was posing to take a picture and I didn't notice until after, but there is a man by the tree that I just explained. We were the only ones there, or so I thought. He was see through, but yet, still seeable, if that makes sense. You could tell where his head and suit were and his face. It was obviously paranormal, because he was too ghostly to be live man but too easy to identify to be a camera glitch. And again, I was taking a picture, and under a different but similar tree, in the distance there was a young girl in a turn-of-the-century dress, hat, shoes, and umbrella. The man also was dressed in that style of clothing too. It was so appauling when then next day I overlooked the pictures, knowing that I had often traveled down there by myself for walks and for fun, because it is quite beautiful. But these pictures are so easy to identify. It's so obvious that there is someone there, though your mind wants to doubt it. But I know what I saw, and the feeling I got when I went down there was such sadness and I don't know why but it just drove me out in a hurry. You get the feeling in your gut that someone spent there last moments there,a family, maybe. The sadness was so awful that my gut hurts just thinking about being in that awful yet beautiful place. So to top everything off, just remember, maybe these people are guardian angels, and if they weren't here a family member of yours who has been near death could have died. I've never been in that situation but I know everyone has a guardian angel, a person who has once been here but died and is now looking out for us. Just think of them that way, because I know they aren't here to hurt us. Most of them, that is.

Sometimes you don't know.....

     Have you ever felt like something just wasn't right? And that maybe that eerie room could just have an explanation to why it's so eerie? Well--here's why. There is someone there. You can't see them, but they dwell there, day by day, night by night, all alone. Which makes them angry. So next time a door opens with nobody on the other side, don't just assume that it's a cat or a mouse. Think more out of the box. I hear the stupidest things all around. People say, "there are no such thing as ghosts," well then, explain the last posts I put, it's all real, it all happened. How would you explain that? I lied? Well, I didn't, and I know what I see and hear is not just some trick. It's real. I don't know how, and I don't know why, but it is. You know how you are always relieved when you wake up from a nightmare? And you realize it was all a dream? Well, for us, it never ends. And by us I mean the people who know the truth. The truth about paranormal activity. If you don't believe me, I'm happy for you. You don't have to worry about what might be on the other side of that creaky old door. And I also feel sorry for you. You don't know the truth that the media has been trying to hide for so long by Casper the Friendly Ghost. I know this is real--and a living nightmare. So next time you question if ghosts are real or not, think back to that time when things seemed too unusual, and think of what really happened.

Mourning for the lost (9/11 post, nothing to do with ghosts...)

 I'm going to begin by saying what day it is today. It's the 9th annaversary (was that spelled wrong? I think it was...) of 9/11. The darkest day in my country's history.
:'( I just thought that I would add that people here don't know how lucky they are to be here. Even if it did happen. Let's not make a national holiday of this day. Because it is no happy occasion. And when you think of "holiday" you think of costumes and presents and good food and cheer. But none of that comes with this day. And it never will. Time will heal the people affected in any way by this tragedy, but on this day, it all comes back. This should not be a horrible day. This should be a day to remember everyone who died on 9/11/01. I wasn't very old when this happened, only in kindergarten, but I remember getting checked out from school and going home. I don't live anywhere near NYC, but, you can never be too careful. I remeber my teacher was crying and didn't want to tell us what happened. Don't be afraid to tell people, no matter how old they are. We reacted like adults. When I went back to school the next day, everyone was sad. Now, I'm going to finish this post by saying that our country is strong and people take it for granted. And that nothing like this will ever.... ever... be able to get by again.

Shoshie the "imaginary" friend

  A long time ago when my aunt was a little girl, she had an "imaginary" friend named Shoshie (Shaw-shie). She said he wore shorts and long socks and old shoes. He wore a blue hat. Well, in time, she forgot about Shoshie. Well, years later, when she had kids of her own, my cousin Sam was playing "by himself." He was talking "to himself" in the playroom. I asked him "what are you doing?" and surely, he replied, "I'm playing with Shoshie." This wasn't really scary at the time, because I had been sure that my aunt had toled him about Shoshie. I asked her. She had no idea what I was talking about when I said she had to had told him that Shoshie was her friend. But she never had. Neither did her sister. Or her husband. But they knew nothing of it. This sounds like a total joke, but trust me, Shoshie is real, he is a ghost. Imaginary friends aren't "imaginary" at all. Little kids can see ghosts, they think nothing of it. So next time a kid comes to tell you he made a new imaginary friend, make sure to give him a greeting to start on a good note. 

A happy little music box

   This, was one of the creepiest of all creepy, that I have experienced so far. In my grandma's basement (she lives in an old mansion) one of the walls is made completely of mirror, because it there was a dance studio down there. There is also a really really old music box, the kind that has a merry-go-round and has an old scrapy toon. It was a clear night, no storm, nothing to shake the house. My cousin and I were just playing with some dolls (it was years ago, okay?) down in the dance studio when all of the sudden the music box started going all by itself. There was no way that was not something paranormal, because it was pretty hard to wind up, and we were the only ones down there. We just thought it was molly. The doll--which, no, because dolls aren't alive and that would be even creepier than a ghost. But, now, I am posative it was a ghost. My grandma's house has a severe haunting, and I'm sure of it. There is an eerie old grey room on the top floor with lace curtains and an old mirror. It has turn-of-the-century pictures of people. I can't be in that room for hardly a minute. The strong presence is so overwhelming that it practically forces you out. The minute you walk in you feel the sheer pain and fear that somebody spent their last moments in this room. And that room, those pictures, are of the person who owned the music box.

What is a ghost?

    Does anybody know what a ghost really is? Is it here to scare you? Is it here to finish unfinished business? Well, It depends on what kind of ghost it is. And, in some rare cases, it can possess someone. But, in my opinion, that can only happen if you are creepy and do satanic things. That practically invites demons to be near you. Sometimes, though, maybe ghosts are lost angels. Maybe everyone has a guardian angel. Not all ghosts are here to be creepy. Why do people think ghosts are scary. I mean, I do, but why do we think that? They are just people, well, dead people, roaming the earth. Is that creepy? Not really. It may sound like it at first, but it really isn't. If you think about it, it is just like a teapot. It's broken but it can still pour stuff. They aren't changing people. They are invisible most of the time. They can speak, if you listen closely, you never know what you'll here. Oh and one more thing, NEVER if you are in the right mind to any type of Voodoo unless you would like to be haunted by evil demons. But, I will leave you with this comforting thought; demons can't bother you until you invite them to.

Who was in that reflection, because it wasn't me!

   Before I begin my story, I just want to say that I did not take that picture of the ghost up there ^^^^ as my tittle. I got it off google images.... anyways, for the ghost story. Well this morning I was walking into my kitchen and when I was walking back to my room, I saw a reflection of someone standing in the kitchen in my TV. I looked back and nobody was there. I looked back at the TV, it was gone. How CREEPY is that??!!! I booked it to my room and got back in bed and started watching a movie to calm me down. I am now afraid to go into my kitchen for awhile, because I am posative that what I saw wasn't a joke. There is something really weird about my house. No, it's not that old, but does that mean that it's also not haunted? No. In fact I'm posative it is. I don't know who's lived here before me, but all I know is that something bad happened in here but nobody will tell me what it was. You can almost tell that there is someone walking behind you when you go up the stairs from our basement. But, nobody is there when you look back. I've heard whipsering before---I thought maybe my mind was just going crazy with me. But now I'm beginning to think that that's not the case at all. I'll blog a bit more when I get the chance---something creepy happens everyday without you even knowing. So keep an eye out for things that are unusual--you never know who could be in your very own room at night.

Scared yet?

    I love the rush of adrenaline that you get when you see or hear something that just doesn't belong. What was it? What is it doing there? And what does it want? Some things, we'll never know. But, some things are certain. 

    "Ooh! This looks creepy!" I said, "Take a picture!" I went to go stand near a really old turn-of-the-century house--Old Town, in San Diego, for my sister to take a picture.  I posed near this surly haunted home of someone dead, and my sister snapped a shot of me with it. I was really psyched and even though most of the windows and doors were plastered shut, and there was all but no way in--you could just tell--there was something in there.  Then as I looked back to the place that gave me the creeps, I saw the curtain of a window on the top floor swish oped accompanied with a loud screech, then close again, not even a half a second later.


     What else could have been there? Like I said, all the windows and doors were plastered shut! It had to have been something... something--paranormal. This was a real paranormal encounter, right out of the story of my life.

   Hi, I'm Katrina, and I am interested in the unexplainable, the creepy--the supernatural.