Ghosts. How can we live for thousands of years as societal beings without definitive proof? We’ve come to agree that one never believes in such a thing unless something ‘paranormal’ has happened to you. And even in those instances, there may always be some sort of logical explanation for it. Someone was standing somewhere, casting a shadow, or a freakish strong gust of wind causes the house to creak. However, there are a portion of lucky people out there who do experience something that cannot be explained by the laws of physics. Something that may make your hairs stand on end, or overcome you with a feeling of an other-worldly presence. And I am lucky to be one of those people.
I do believe you are more susceptible to ‘picking up’ unnatural happenings in times of clarity; where there is minimal distraction from the stresses of life. And what better time to be free of burden than childhood.
My childhood was quite a happy one. My family Hungarian, our regular individual or group experiences were always palmed off as being linked to our ‘gypsy blood’. A hereditary gift that I have learned to love and feel lucky to have. And while I don’t claim clichés, like speaking with loved ones who have passed’ or psychic abilities, I have come to strongly believe in the value of natural energy. No, I’m not talking about wind turbines collecting wind energy, or electricity, or mechanical energy, but rather energy that you feel around you. A sort of violation to your external feng-shui that kicks in whenever something is hovering around that is kind of unsettling.
Anyway. Let me tell you a story.
My family have always seen, heard and felt things. Beings hiding around corners. Sounds in the night that just beg for you to seek the source, but to no avail. Typical cliché crap. And there are those moments that truly stick with you – that you have no explanation for. There are a lot which are personal, and will always stay with myself and the people I were with at the time. But one of which has stuck with me through the years, and which I like to share to people.
It was 1995. I was four. My brother, aged 8, and I slept at my grandmother’s home one Saturday night, while my parents were out at the movies and doing their own adult thing. My brother and I slept in the same room, located at the very back of the house. It was approximately 4:30AM-5AM. It was a summer morning, and Melbourne daylight savings meant the sun was beginning to creep up from the horizon and present a very dull light from behind the curtains. I remember this very vividly. I awoke. My brother was already awake. We could hear my grandfather snore, and suspected our grandmother was also asleep. My brother and I, unable to sleep anymore, decided to leave the room and slowly creep down the hallway toward the lounge room. Our goal was to close our grandparents’ bedroom door (which is situated just across from the lounge room), while we hop across to the lounge room to watch some early morning TV without waking them. As we approached the lounge room on the way to my grandparents’ room, we noticed a dark figure in the shape of my grandmother sitting in one of the lounge chairs, overlooking the hallway and my grandparents’ room, however their head was facing toward the rising sun behind the curtains. My grandmother had a very distinctive haircut, you see, quite like Judge Judy Sheindlin. We froze. At first, I laughed quietly and questioned my brother as to why our grandmother was sitting alone in the dark. He immediately whispered to me to shut-up, and didn’t move. At this point, we were just outside my grandparents’ room, overlooking the lounge room and this shadowy figure, when I noticed that the figure was remarkably slimmer in shape than my grandmother’s physique. It was still very much a shadow, as if someone stood in front of a bright light when you take a picture of them, however there was no bright light; only the very dull light of the rising sun behind the thick curtains. I looked into my grandmother’s bedroom and saw my grandfather sleeping. And then the adrenaline kicked in. I looked over, and saw my grandmother sleeping, right next to my grandfather. I looked back at the lounge room to find the shadowy figure still sitting there. After a few more seconds, it turned its’ head to face myself and my brother. I remember feeling as though it was looking directly at me. I felt fear creep in. My brother and I simultaneously turned and ran for our bedroom, grabbing at each other as we went, as if to get ahead of the other. We stayed in that room for an hour discussing what we had just seen, however we couldn’t explain it. I don’t know if it was the restriction due to our lack of complex language, or the sheer peculiarity of the situation. We like to reminisce about this experience sometimes, usually after experiencing further unexplainable events.
Yes, it does extend into adulthood, but they’re not quite like they were when I was a child. Strangely enough, there are certain events and ‘feelings’ that I get when only with my family or with specific people, and they feel it too. Such as having a dream of a location I’ve never been before, and two years later, going to the middle of a country town in New Zealand whilst on holiday and knowing exactly where you are, reciting the buildings and cars you pass while you drive as they happen to my partner, as if you were reading from a script. Or that feeling you get when you wake in the midst of the night, feeling as if something negative is coming, entering the room through your closed door, seeing the room darken just a bit more in the night, and hearing your partner suddenly become unsettled in their sleep. Feeling that negative energy building, with your partner becoming even more unsettled, before becoming so unsettled that they awake upsettingly.
I’m not a medium. I’m not a psychic. I live a very happy, healthy life and these experiences don’t hinder my existence. But when they do happen, I’ve come to acknowledge these ‘paranormal’ experiences as something that’s meant to be. And I feel lucky to experience them, and to share them.
Will you share yours?