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.