To those people who celebrate Halloween, the scare fest is coming soon.
What
is the scariest movie you’ve ever watched?
I
don’t mind admitting I’m a big chicken when it comes to watching horror movies.
I’ve declined invitations to watch “The
Conjuring” movies several times. However, recently, I did sit through one
of the “Paranormal Activity” movies.
I think the horror genre was ruined for me when I watched “Carrie”, a movie based on a book by Stephen King. If I try really
hard, I can remember the gruesome, blood splattered movie scenes, and the
cruelty toward the girl, Carrie. I wish I could unremember the story, unsee the
scenes and erase it all from my mind.
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Do
you know people who like to tell ghost stories?
For
Halloween 2016, I thought I’d write about my last ghost encounter which occurred
a couple of weeks ago.
At the Camp Fire
But
first let’s get into a spooky mood…let’s pretend it’s night time, and we’re
sitting on cosy blankets around an open fire. The logs crackle and catch alight.
Soon afterward, the fire hisses and spits and fills the air with the fragrance
from the burning oils in the wood. Smoke spirals upward in wispy patterns.
Above
us, the sky is clear, midnight black and jeweled with stars.
We
hear a creaking sound.
Is
it a door?
How
could it be a door? We look around us. There are no buildings near our
wilderness camp site. We must be hearing things or our minds are playing tricks
on us.
Over
in the east, the arc of the moon is rising above the horizon. Suddenly, pearly
light shines over us…and…it illuminates a procession of ghosts who have walked out a distant graveyard.
Aaarrrr! It’s
Halloween and someone has opened the crypts of the dead. (Just joking—my real
life ghost story is not that scary)
The Ghost Going Somewhere
As
I mentioned earlier, my last ghost encounter wasn’t very long ago. The house I live in is located on an old path to a
local freshwater hole in the ground (the site is now a hotel, and there are no signs of the
natural, rockhole—said to have once been
an Aboriginal site.)
The path is now a spirit path that lingers in the ghost dimension from ye olde days—just over one hundred years ago. Spirits from the colonial days sometimes walk through the house as they follow the track to water. Unfortunately, some of the early pioneers in the district died of thirst, while others were so dehydrated that they crawled back to town on their bellies.
I sort of live on a water ley line in a parched, semi-arid place. One night a couple of weeks ago, I was busy writing my romance stories on my laptop. I took a break to go to the bathroom. It was an automatic thing to do, walk to the bathroom, flick on the light switch, and walk into the room. I’ve done this action a thousand times before and I don’t think about it.
The path is now a spirit path that lingers in the ghost dimension from ye olde days—just over one hundred years ago. Spirits from the colonial days sometimes walk through the house as they follow the track to water. Unfortunately, some of the early pioneers in the district died of thirst, while others were so dehydrated that they crawled back to town on their bellies.
I sort of live on a water ley line in a parched, semi-arid place. One night a couple of weeks ago, I was busy writing my romance stories on my laptop. I took a break to go to the bathroom. It was an automatic thing to do, walk to the bathroom, flick on the light switch, and walk into the room. I’ve done this action a thousand times before and I don’t think about it.
On
this occasion, I turned on the bathroom light and kept walking. It took me a
second for my eyes to go from darkness to seeing the grey/white outline of a
ghost. His body was invisible and he was standing right in front of me. By the
time my brain worked out what I was seeing, it was too late, I’d walked
straight through the spirit person. I came to a stop soon after. I flung a hand
over the solar plexus area of my body in a strange gesture of warding off a
ghost possession. Seconds later, my emotions caught up with me. I was shocked,
hardly believing what had just happened. Then I was a little bit scared. All in
all, my emotional reactions caused a rush of energy through my body, and during
those seconds, I believe the ghost harnessed the energy and took off.
Fortunately,
I wasn’t possessed by the ghost, and I did wonder afterward if the ghost had
been waiting for me to visit the bathroom. I think he somehow used the living
energy of my body as a boost to go off to his next destination. Hopefully he
was going to where he needed to be, like returning to the light or going to
heaven or wherever was the right place for him. I had the sense that the ghost
had whooshed off, and left my house for good.
In
the days that followed, I made myself, turn on the light, stop and pause before
walking into the bathroom. Now time has passed, I sometimes forget to stop….
Back At the Camp Fire
Meanwhile back at the Camp Fire, the procession of ghosts
dissolve in the moonlight. Thank goodness the haunting is over. The doors to
the crypts of the dead are closed once more.
It’s time to have a drink and toast the marshmallows
in the fire.
Oh no…all of a sudden the flames turn purple and leap
high into the air.
We quickly scramble away from the burning logs.
A dog howls a spine-tingling message. Is it a
shape-shifter? A wolf or a werewolf?
Closer still, snap, crunch, another animal walks over
dry twigs and leaves.
With a hand over our fast-beating hearts, we see the
glowing eyes of a cat, watching us back.
Cloaked riders on broomsticks streak across the face
of the moon. The witches are coming!
Black night and pearly
light,
Witches gather to dance,
and sing,
casting away,
monsters, ghouls, and everything,
hiding in the shadows,
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Have a cackling good weekend.
♥
