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Post by markw on Mar 2, 2017 16:30:06 GMT -5
I came on this group a month ago, and was hoping to see people put their stories out for other members to learn from, to compare their own experiences to, but I have yet to see any. Is there a place where people are discussing events like hauntings? My story is a very long one, and it is hard to talk to the 'normal' people in my life that probably won't understand and will think I'm crazy, a liar, or just seeking attention - or they are too close to me and would be afraid if they realized I was telling the truth. I hope to get an open mind, or two or a dozen, on here that may want to compare notes, or have similar events or may need help or just someone to talk to. Years went by when I was desperate for answers, for a cure or a stop to the things that were happening, but some things are hard to discuss for fear of ridicule. Eventually I found help, and it was actually the main ghost that was haunting me that gave me that help. I may get to the details eventually, but first I just want to give the generalities of the situation before going into any detail. Of course any and all names will be changed to protect the innocent, and the guilty. For now that is not necessary as this is just a summation of the story. The basic story in general is that in in 1976 I was 15 years old and we (myself, sister, and a couple very close cousins) were at a campground and decided to have a séance to raise the spirit that was haunting the house of a friend of my sister. We thought it was a joke, something fun to do, but it changed some of our lives for quite a long time - mine for sure. That event was in Michigan when I was 15, and that spirit made her appearances ever since then, no matter where I have been - all over the world. I moved to Europe in 1981 and she followed me, I have seen her in at least 5 or 6 different countries on 3 continents over the past 40 years.. sometimes in a solid form, other times as a shadow, other times just her voice or feeling her close by, and sometimes just from the noises she made moving things or because she moved things around in the various houses I have lived in over the years. She was a prankster at times, moving things when I wasn't looking, or moving things in the next room in a way that I was sure to hear. She came into my dreams and when I woke up screaming from some of those dreams she would be in the room for a second or two, rocking in my rocking chair or just standing in the doorway. Other times she came to me and saved my life; this happened quite a few times. Other people have seen her when she was solid so I know she is real. I even managed to get a picture of her once. I have touched her, talked with her, both in dreams and when I was awake. She has possessed people to talk to me longer, and in her many attempts to seduce me. Finally another spirit came into the house that was not as 'friendly' as she, and that was when she told me how to protect my daughters and the house from them. By 'them' I mean spirits in general - once I did what she told me to do, all spirits were blocked from being in my house, including her. I still notice her on occasion in other places as I travel rather frequently so sometimes she reminds me that she is there, but it is much calmer than it was in the past. Not sure what to make of that, but calm is fine with me! She found her way back into the house a little over a month ago, but it is at a very light level as most of the house still blinds her and she cannot move as freely as she once did. Anyway, that is the very top level generalities of this haunting that has been going on, on and off, for the past 40 years. I might tell parts of my story if there is interest, but some is very personal and I will never tell those parts to anyone. She is in no way limited to a place, actually has been on one side of the Atlantic at one time and on the other side less than an hour later. She does not change over time. She can make herself visible to me only, or to everyone.. once she was being a prankster that I could see and a small girl saw her too, but no one else did. I don't know why she stayed with me, or around me, for so long or how to send her back to wherever she came from (if that is even possible). I do know how to keep her and the others out of my house, but not out of my life. Cheers everyone!
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Post by Joanna on Mar 3, 2017 2:09:37 GMT -5
Thank you for sharing your personal haunting. We are always happy when people post accounts of their personal experiences with the paranormal, but for some reason, not many do so. Hopefully, your post will encourage others to share their experiences and if it catches on, we can create a section for that purpose. What you have shared thus far is both interesting and unusual. Please feel free to post anything else you feel comfortable revealing. - Joanna (Group Owner)
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Post by Sam on Mar 3, 2017 2:26:14 GMT -5
Mark, your story is fascinating. When I was reading it, I kept thinking of The Woman in Black, not the one with the guy who played Harry Potter, the old one that was made back in the '80s. It's not like the ghost on The Woman in Black, it just reminded me of it. I've lived all of my life in Appalachia where there are a lot of ghost stories and I've heard of people accidentally raising spirits that haunted them, but the haunting wasn't exactly like yours. Please tell us more about it.
Joanna - I think that if we created a section for folks to share their personal stories, that a lot more people would share them.
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Post by kitty on Mar 3, 2017 15:49:16 GMT -5
Joanna - I think that if we created a section for folks to share their personal stories, that a lot more people would share them. I agree, people who want to share their stories don't know if that's something that's allowed here. I'd like to see a section where people can discuss their personal experiences.
Mark: Please tell us more about what happened.
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Post by pat on Mar 4, 2017 18:40:09 GMT -5
I agree, people who want to share their stories don't know if that's something that's allowed here. I'd like to see a section where people can discuss their personal experiences.
Mark: Please tell us more about what happened. I'd also like a section where we could talk about our personal experiences of ghosts, bigfoot sightings and other strange things.
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Post by markw on Mar 5, 2017 16:14:04 GMT -5
Thanks for the responses and interest. I kept a kind of diary of the major events or things that were just outside of her normal visits, so I have a reference to use to describe the various things that happened over the years. I have searched and talked to a lot of people and their stories of the ghosts that visited them, and I have to say that none have matched the variety of visits I have had. Other than in a few instances though, it was always her - the same one from the start. I suppose I can start at the beginning and just tell it as it happened, and see how it goes.
If I need to wait for a section to start this, or if this thread will just be moved once that section is created, please let me know. It is a long story so I'll be writing a piece at a time - literally the whole story could be a book if I had the time to write it out. I will give detail in parts, for those areas that need clarification, but others will be somewhat general as some events were repeated over and over for days, months, and even years.
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Post by Graveyardbride on Mar 5, 2017 20:25:31 GMT -5
You may begin your story here. Once we decide where to place the new section, we will move the entire thread. Thanks for sharing your personal haunting with us.
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Post by markw on Mar 7, 2017 17:24:37 GMT -5
I guess I’ll start at the beginning. A friend of my sister said her house was haunted and that she had great 'fun' with an Ouija board in her house. Someone or something turned all the pictures face down inside of closed cabinets, and noises were heard in empty rooms. She said that the spirit was a woman named Susanne that had lived a long time ago in Scotland. The house was made from rocks that had been imported from there, so maybe they carried her spirit with them. I was very curious so I read a few books on séances and about the entities that various beliefs considered to control or hold some power over the dead. This was in the summer of 1976, and I was at a campground with my sister ‘Sam’ and a couple cousins, I’ll call them Bob and Terri. My mother and stepfather had gone to a wedding, so we decided to have a séance to try to raise the spirit. I had an Ouija board that I had found in a yard sale, so we got in the back of our pickup that had a camper cover. We sat down and joined hands. We had no clue what we were doing, none at all. I chanted very softly to myself, but once I had a decent mantra or what I thought sounded cool anyway I spoke loud enough for the others to hear.. I was asking to bring out Susanne, to let her be free of any bonds that bound her, and to let her walk the world again. I pleaded to Ereshkigal, the queen of the dead according to the Sumerians, to let Susanne walk the earth and show herself to us. After a short time the dog – who’s dog? – started barking and looking right at us.. we freaked out and jumped out of the truck. Sam looked towards our camper and saw a woman in the window, dressed in old-fashioned clothes and was pointing straight at us. Terri ran off screaming. I saw a shadow in the camper, and heard a screeching noise that never seemed to end.. but it finally faded. We went down to the store at the lake and found Terri there. She was shaking and said she had seen a woman in the camper too. We went back to our campsite and I got up the nerve to go in the camper. No one was there, no shadows, nothing. We didn’t use the board at all that night, never had the chance to ask it any questions.. later in life I did use the board though.
We didn't see her again for a couple weeks, but then we started hearing noises at night, saw faces in the windows or in mirrors, or heard voices and noises - and this occurred to my cousin Terri at her house as well as to me at my house. The mirror was Sue’s favorite place, and she could scare the crap out of me! I don’t have dates or order for the things that happened over the next two and ½ years. I saw Susanne quite regularly though, just never kept a record of dates and exact events. She would appear for a few moments and then would either fade away or walk around a corner in the house. Sometimes I would hear her laughing – many many times her footsteps squeaking on the stairs. I saw her quite often in mirrors or in the reflection of darkened windows. She had a thing for plates and glasses, and on many occasions I could hear dishes moving around in the kitchen when no one was in there to move them. Sometimes she would pull all the plates out of the cupboard and stack them on the table. Or the glasses. If I was sitting in the living room watching television and then got up to go to the bathroom, when I got back my glass would be gone and the television either turned off or on another channel. I could hear her voice at times, but it was never clear enough to pick out any words. Other times she would just moan softly. On more than one occasion, I would be in the living room and would hear a laugh all the sudden in the kitchen, and then a crash. When I got up the nerve to walk into the kitchen, I would find the phone or a something else on the floor. The dining room was in between the living room and the kitchen, and there was a mirror on the far wall. When anyone walked through the dining room to go to the kitchen, they would pass right in front of the mirror. When I walked by and looked in the mirror, a lot of times I saw her looking at me like she was in the mirror – or see her standing behind me. Other times I would be in the bathroom looking down such as getting a comb from a drawer, and look back up to the mirror - and for a second she would be there in the mirror behind me! It didn't happen every day or even once a week, but when it did, my god it freaked me out. I would see her in windows at night and think that she was outside trying to get in, but then realized it was a reflection and that she was inside. I tried to not look in the mirrors or windows, but then would see shadows moving. Or I would see something moving in the shadows. These things kept happening in the house I lived in or at my stepfather’s house. Much more often at my mother’s house though. This lasted from 1976 to 1979 when I left home to go in the military.
That’s a quick rundown of how it started, and the first couple years of a haunting with poltergeist-type events. I think she loved to scare Terri and me the most. I understood her bothering me as I was the one that had called for her, but with Terri I never really understood. I was very close to Terri, closer to her than to any other person alive, but still. Sue bothered Terri on and off in the same manner (voices, noises, in the windows and mirrors, sometimes knocking on the windows, etc.) for 10 years before she left her alone. For me, it is a different story which I will get to.
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Post by Kate on Mar 7, 2017 21:21:46 GMT -5
I've heard of people seeing things in mirrors, but I think that it's always been because the mirror itself was haunted. It's really strange that she appeared to you and your cousin in your own houses, places that she never visited in life.
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Post by chris on Mar 8, 2017 3:26:23 GMT -5
Do you think that you and your cousin trying to contact spirits through the Ouija board, even though you hadn't started to use it, raised this ghost? A lot of people laugh about the Ouija board raising spirits, but I've heard a lot of stories about spirits and poltergeists appearing after someone uses a Ouija board. I'm in a paranormal investigation team and we've been contacted by people who say that their house became haunted after using a Ouija board.
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Post by markw on Mar 8, 2017 15:23:35 GMT -5
Kate, Other people have told me the same thing - that they have a ghost in their house, not one that appears in various places or is necessarily connected to them. In my case she haunted me and my cousin and was 'free' to move from place to place. It might be that she was in the house of my sister's friend, but then we called her out to walk the earth and that is what she did. I would advise against doing it! As far as mirrors and windows, I am not sure about why she appears in them when she is not visible directly. It could happen in any mirror or reflective surface anywhere, usually in the house. I have heard of mirrors that were haunted in the sense that the ghost or spirit appeared only there. It may be similar to a house or other location being haunted, and the ghost can't or won't leave there unless asked to.
Chris, We would have used the board if nothing would have happened, and it was in the middle of us. All of us had touched the pointer and the board. I have used the board since that event and most times nothing happens right away. A few hours later, or even a day or two later yes, but usually not right away. The board I had then, and still have, is a Mystical Oracle 1954 circa, before the Parker Bros bought the patent and made Ouija. I doubt that I will ever use it again, but I haven't had the heart to burn it yet either. It is not in the house, my wife will not allow that, but it is in a box in the garage. I am pretty sure you are right; that in some circumstances, like a real desire to have something come, the right combination of people and/or the right words, it is possible to bring a spirit or whatever they are away from their normal haunt and they could become attached to another place or person(s). The board supposedly makes that easier, but it may be just a means of channeling the energy of the people involved, like putting them in the state of mind that gives strength to the wishes expressed.
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Post by markw on Mar 8, 2017 17:26:08 GMT -5
If you haven't read the first part, some of this might not make sense.. Growing up, the house that I lived in (my mother’s house) had a couple spirits in it that many years later my niece saw, she described them exactly as I remember them, we even had the same names for them! I have no reason to believe that Sue had anything to do with them as they existed long before she came into my life. One of these ghosts I called the dark man, he was in the basement. I started seeing him in my dreams when I was 6 or 7, right after we moved into that house. By the time I was ten I was seeing him when I was awake. In the basement you could barely see his features, but when he was out of the basement he was just a shadow, a very big shadow. I used to lock the door to the basement to keep him in there. My dad would get mad at me but I still did it. There was another one that walked around in the house. I don’t think it was the dark man that walked (and still walks to this day) around the house. The dark man makes no noise when he moves, but the ‘walker’ does. Sue became an addition to the family I guess you could say.
I went into the military in 1979 and for the first couple years I was in Texas, Mississippi, then Florida – had a few mirror events but nothing else out of the ordinary.
In 1981 I was transferred to northern Italy, and had a great apartment on the top floor of a five story building, big windows in the living room and in the hallway leading to the entrance door. I saw Sue many times reflected in those windows.. especially the ones in the hallway towards the front door. It seems that nearly every time I passed through there if I looked at the windows I would see her. She followed me to places that I went, sometimes I would see her in the store windows if I walked downtown at night, or in mirrors in bathrooms in restaurants and bars.. and she started coming into my dreams. A friend lived downtown just off the square in an old building. We went over to get some beer from his apartment.. the timer for the lights on the stairs timed out and we found ourselves in the dark right outside the hallway to his apartment. The light turned on inside, and the door opened – all by itself – giving us light to see by. We looked at each other and went in and grabbed the beer and got back out. As soon as we were back on the stairs with the light on, the door closed, again all by itself. I was on a mobile maintenance team and we went to mountain top communication sites. On one trip coming back from one of the mountains, we were on the road between Fanano and Vignola - a curvy road along a mountain river. I was asleep while a coworker was driving. Traffic was extremely light and it was easy to drive rather fast. Sue came to me in my sleep and said; “Wake up! Tell him to pull over! There is a white car coming around the curve on your side of the road! Stop or you will both die!” I woke up and told him to pull over. When he hesitated, I yelled, “I saw a white car coming fast! Hurry, get off the road!” He did, and as soon as the tires touched the side of the road, a white car came screaming around the curve, barely missing us. There was no way I could have seen the car coming, besides the fact that I was asleep. Just before another trip to a different mountain, I dreamed about driving down from the site. At a certain point on the road, which had many switchbacks, there was a sign that stood out like it was brighter than the rest of the scenery. As I neared the next curve I heard Sue in my head: “Watch where you are, pay attention”. When I tried the brakes they didn’t work and I went over the side of the mountain; there wasn’t even a guardrail to stop the truck. The next night I had the same dream, with the same sign. Again Sue came in my head; “See where you are, pay attention. Know what happens. Use the hand brake”. I tried the brakes earlier than I had the night before and they were useless. I pulled up on the hand brake and the truck started slowing down. It was still moving too fast when I came to the curve, tried to turn around it anyway and the truck slid to the side and overturned down the side of the mountain. The next week I had to go there and while driving down the mountain I recognized the sign near the curve before the one I had dreamed about, and slowed down.. tried the brakes (dead) and used the hand brake. Since I had slowed down beforehand I was able to stop the truck before I reached the edge. When I got back home I was there by myself. I got two chairs from the kitchen and sat them facing the bay window in the living room. I sat in one and looked at my reflection. I told her that I knew she was there, that she had been in my dreams. I asked her to show me that she was there, anything, to prove to me that she existed. Immediately the chair next to me moved a few inches. Scared the crap out of me! I thanked her and asked her how we could talk, if I could trust her.. No answer, no movement, nothing.
After I got married in 1983 and she showed herself in the window a few times, moved a couple glasses, but that was it.. she stayed out of my dreams and my life for a few years. She bothered my cousin during those few years, but then once she came back to me she left Terri alone.
I had never heard of a ghost coming into someone's dreams and telling them things that then come true - saving their life! I was seeing her fairly often, so dreaming of her makes sense. So at that time I wasn't sure if it was actually her that had come into my dreams and saved my life, or that I had a few precognitive dreams and I placed her in my dreams to give credence to the 'visions' so that I would act on them. The mind does play tricks on us sometimes, but after other events yet to be told I believe she saved me.
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Post by madeline on Mar 9, 2017 1:55:36 GMT -5
I've heard of ghosts appearing and giving people messages in dreams. Some people say that when you dream of someone, even someone that you never met, that your spirit and their spirit are together.
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Post by Kate on Mar 9, 2017 21:21:28 GMT -5
I've heard of ghosts appearing and giving people messages in dreams. Some people say that when you dream of someone, even someone that you never met, that your spirit and their spirit are together. I've heard that too. Dreams have meanings, but people today dismiss them as involuntary images produced by the brain while we're asleep. The Bible says a lot about dreams and how they're used to communicate. Nothing happens without a reason.
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Post by markw on Mar 10, 2017 17:17:06 GMT -5
In 1984 we moved to a house about an hour east of where we lived before, to Vicenza in northern Italy. One night a few friends were over for a barbecue and party. Eventually my wife went to bed and the rest of us were in the living/dining room talking and playing Pictionary. After a while the conversation turned to ghosts and I brought up the history I had with Sue. The others laughed and thought it would be fun to call her. So I got out my board and we called for her. Nothing happened that night, we had fun but there were no appearances, noises, nothing. But a few days later she started back where she was before, only worse. We had a rocking chair in the bedroom that rocked on its own; sometimes when I walked in it would be just barely moving, but it was moving. Other times it would be moving when I woke up in the middle of the night. She started moving glasses and plates in the kitchen, never when we were there of course but I would hear them clinking from the living room and find them on the table when I decided to go in the kitchen to check. Shadows moved in the house and past the windows, there were fast sights of her in mirrors or reflected in windows. She liked to take my cigarettes and coke from the table in the living room and hide them from me. That she did so often it became a game. I learned to never put my lighter down because I could never find it when she took it. I wasn't scared really, it sent chills up my spine but not real fear. I guess I was used to it so it was more of a pain than a scare. She was also almost always in my dreams, some like she was a normal live human, and others quite terrifying. There were many events over the 9 years we lived in Vicenza, too many to write all down. Some I did and many I didn’t. Here are some I did write down:
24 August 1990 Vicenza, Real Event Just laid down, after midnight, Cathy (my wife, not her real name) is asleep. Read for 20-30 minutes-then quit. Turned off the T.V. and light and turned over onto my stomach to go to sleep. After approx. 2 minutes I hear someone breathing-must be Cathy, but it sounds strange-not like her. Don't remember if I set the alarm or not so I reach over and turn on my reading lamp. For a split second there is a woman sitting in the rocking chair next to my side of the bed, no more then 3 feet away from me. She has light brown hair that comes down to almost past her breasts. There is a mole on her right cheek, her hands were resting on her knees, seems she had blue pants and a brown-black shirt on. It was too quick for anything else or to be sure of the pants-might have been a skirt. Sue. The rocking chair rocks slowly for a moment and then stops.
13 September 1990, Vicenza Real Event laying on couch watching T.V., roughly 2 in the morning, when I feel the air move in front of me, like someone walked quickly by in front of me. Then something touches my cheek, feels like hair or a feather. I brush it away but it stays and changes slightly. It's no longer hair or a feather, but feels like a finger. It moves down my cheek and neck to my shirt line, then it stops. The hair on my arms stand straight up on end. The air moves again, a slight cool breeze- no fan on and no windows are open. Then it stops.
6 October 1990 Vicenza Real Event Sitting in the living room (on the couch) watching T.V., it's 12-12:30 am. Cathy is in bed, the cats are in the kitchen. A football game is on. I hear breathing behind me, quick sharp breaths. I spin around on the couch and look for Penelope (one of the cats) since she has a sinus problem and sometimes breathes strange, but I don't see her. "What are you doing?" I ask aloud. No response, like normal. I don't see her. "Who's doing that?" I ask. Behind me, towards the stereo and love seat I hear a woman's voice very clearly say, in a normal level, "Me". I spin around and there's nothing there. I jump off the couch and move to the door to the hallway. I feel something in the air-electric-powerful. The room is empty. I walk to the kitchen and both cats are asleep in the chairs. I go to the bedroom and find Cathy also asleep. That was her first word to me outside of dreams.
7 October 1990 Vicenza Real Event Approx. 3 am, I walk from the living room to the bathroom, passing the kitchen, the kitchen light is off. As I pass the kitchen doorway I feel something is wrong, like the air is too cold. As I get to the bathroom door I hear a chair slide across the floor in the kitchen, then the sound of glasses clinking. I pause for a second trying to figure it out, and decide one of the cats made the noise. On my way out of the bathroom, just as I close the door, I hear a female giggle in the direction of the kitchen. I get a mental picture in my mind of a corpse, half-rotten, standing in the kitchen waiting for me. I feel electricity in the air –power.. evil power. I wait a minute, unsure of what to do, scared to death. Finally I gather my courage and walk into the kitchen and turn on the light. No one here, not even the cats. Just two glasses on the table. I go into the living room and find the cats asleep under the table. Cathy is in bed, asleep.
8 October 1990 Vicenza Real Event When we wake up, Cathy tells me that someone shook her out of her sleep, then slapped her across the face, sometime late in the night. She had turned the light on after it happened, but no one was in the room. After my little fright the night before, I had stayed up all night, didn't go to bed until the sun was up.
Sept 1991: All pages between 28 October `90 & September `91 lost.. no idea what happened to them.. torn from the book. I can’t remember exact facts or events, views in windows and mirrors, voices at night (whispers in the dark), rocking chair moves on its own sometimes, etc.. Note: Moved to a new house in August `91, still in Vicenza.
September 1991 Vicenza - Dream On the way to a class reunion, I walked down a road that seems familiar. Might be Royston, or 5-Point. Came to a drive way and up towards the house. There is a circle drive way with a fountain in the middle. Walking past the fountain to the entrance of the house, three girls from High school come out of the house and walk towards me. The first, Mary, smiles and says, " Hi Mark, thanks for saving me." The next, Brenda, just flips me the finger and walks away. The third, Kim, grabs me. Her face is in blotches, her hair a mess. Her clothes are filthy and she smells like rotten meat. She says, "Mark! You bastard! You did this to me! Why can't you leave us out of it? You must stop before this dream becomes real!" I pushed her away and walked up to the house. It's a two story red brick house, big. I get to the door, and feel the air change. It's colder now. I open the door and go in. A lot of people are walking around, talking in small groups. One woman across the room looks my way and stares. She's tall, long brown hair, just beautiful-what a fox! Her body is.....Her face is smooth, beautiful-there's a mole on her right cheek. She's wearing a brown and black top- a `V` cut that seems to reach to her navel, and a long blue skirt. I realize it's her. She smiles and waves for me to go over to her. My heart races. I know it's just a dream, but I'm still afraid of her. I walk over to where she's standing, but when I get there-she's gone. I ask one of the guys that was standing nearby where she went. One guys says,"Oh, you mean Suzette? I don't know. She was here just a second ago." I go back to the door and start to leave. Woke up. Notes: The first part of the dream was in reference to a story I am writing. In it a Kim was killed, a Brenda was raped, and I was going to have a Mary killed, but then had her saved instead. The last part-she's in my dreams again. How did she get in there? Have to try to get her to come back again, next time I realize I'm in a dream I must bring her into it, and not be afraid.
23 October 1991 Vicenza - Dream Having a dream about zombies, the dead rising and chasing me, I push the dream away and bring her out. I knew it was a dream I was in, and that I can control what happens in my dream, as long as I know it's a dream and not afraid. She comes out of the mist, slowly, a mist herself. Slowly she forms to a near solid, but still I can see through her. She looks at me, a look of sorrow on her face. I can see a tear run down her cheek. Then she smiles, more like a sneer. She walks towards me. When she's about four feet away from me she reaches out her hand to me. I raise my hand to take hers and she changes. Her skin peels back and a monster-demon comes out of the shell of her body. It raises itself up. It must be about ten feet tall, hairy legs with hooves, it has a man's torso and face, huge wings unfold behind it, great horns come out of its head, it has long claws, large pointed teeth, it's colored light brown, with dark hair on its legs, it's very muscular, and very evil. It puts back its head and laughs. I can't move, I'm scared shitless. My stomach is in my chest, my heart beating a hundred miles an hour. I start screaming-woke up.
Oct 1991 – Dec 1991 On various occasions when sitting up alone (Cathy in bed) I hear clinking in the kitchen and when I go look some glasses are sitting on the table. I put them away and go back in the living room.. clink, clink.. go back in the kitchen and the glasses are back out. She likes to hide things too.. many times if I go into the kitchen, or bathroom, when I get back I have to hunt for my drink, cigarettes, lighter, ashtray. I never find the lighters so I never leave them anymore. The next time I get up it happens again. This happened many times.
7 December 1991 Vicenza Real Event Just after midnight, hearing noises around the house again. First down the hallway towards the bedrooms, then in the kitchen. Cathy is in bed and the cat is on my lap. She heard the noise in the kitchen too, stretching her neck to look-then she jumped down and ran the other way, into one of the bedrooms. I feel a cold breeze, but all the windows are shut. The breeze stops, but it's still cold. I go into the bathroom, and when I return my coke and cigarettes are gone. I just spoke in a normal tone and asked her to stop playing games behind my back and come to me and tell me what she wanted. I didn't see her at all; no shadow, nothing at all.. but right in front of me someone stepped on to the shag rug, I could see the indentations in the shag. Then it walked right to me until it was right in front of me, and felt a chill like the temperature had dropped. "Come on Suzette, show me. Show me you're here. Show me you're for real", I say aloud. I guess she steps forward- I feel an intense heat first on my shoulders then in my chest. Then she took another step forward and it was like we were sharing the same space. It was extremely cold for an instant but then turned hot, and not just temperature-wise. My head reels-a big headrush, nearly knocks me out. My whole body vibrates like I'm getting an electric shock. I fall back onto the couch and it stops. It wasn't really painful at all, intense though. The power, man that was wild! She must have gone right into the kitchen (I could not see her at all) and started opening cupboards. I heard a few clinks of glasses and then it stopped. I asked her to come back to me, which may have been stupid, but there was just silence and nothing else happened. Notes: I wish it was possible to speak to her, to see what she wants and who or what she is (or was). We moved into this house in August and I thought I had felt her presence a few times, but this was the first real physical contact (other than in my dreams and her moving things around). She's not limited to where she can be. And the power! It's hard to explain how it feels to have this spirit (or whatever) step into your body, occupying the same space. She's cold, and very hot at the same time. What a thrill to experience.
28 Dec 1991 Cathy and I were on the couch and we heard the familiar creeek and clink of glasses in the kitchen, and we both told her to stop it and get out of the kitchen. Almost immediately she was walking on the carpet and stopped right in front of us. We could not see her, just the steps in the shag carpet. I didn't know what to expect, as I didn't want her walking through me in front of my wife (my wife for sure would not have appreciated my body's reaction to Sue's heat). She stood there for a minute or so, and then walked back towards the kitchen. We threw the carpet away the next day.
17 January 1992 Notes The dreams these past few days have been very intense, very erotic, but I will not share the contents of those dreams.
1 June 1992 – no events at all since those dreams in January..
There was another event in September that was just too strange and personal to write here. It is in my journal but I am not about to share that. The only other person that has read the details of the dreams in January and the event in September is my niece, the one that still lives in my mother’s house. Small things happened in between the events in my journal, but many I didn’t write down as they were just repeats – noises, glasses/plates moving, things taken and found elsewhere (sometimes not found at all, not even when we moved out), cold drafts, giggles, etc. But after January 17th there were no more events at all, she was gone. In August 1993 we moved to Pisa.
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