Merry Meet All, I ate greasy fries and watched a few paranormal videos tonight. I just joined a Facebook group Haunts from the Cape. They mean haunts from my favourite place in the world, Cape Breton, next to Halifax as my favorite place. I clicked on a video link about the Bell Witch. Then I stumbled onto another cool video. I enjoyed the video but I was never scared by the video. How much of it was true and how much was fake? That is the question.
But I can tell you now about my true experiences. I want to say that 1) I wish these occurrences weren’t true. I get scared too. I get stressed too. Oh yes. I used to live in a Victorian house with my Mother as I was growing up. The house was haunted. I want to share the experiences we- yes, we all had in the house. I allow you to decide for yourselves what happened but I can say it is true. I am so glad to have moved out of the house due to the ghostly activity that is, until I moved in here. I have a cat now. Maybe the spooks will scram. Ha ha
We used to have a back porch. I used to try to open the door only to feel something resist on the other side. I waited and it, whatever it was, would let go. Then I would open the door. I saw lights go upward, not down, but up the fireplace mantel. My brother and sister used to feel like we were being chased by something invisible as we raced up the basement stairs. Interestingly enough, I found myself including that in the paranormal novel I wrote. It just felt natural to include it. Then we painted the basement and it ceased. I also saw the number 6 written on the basement walls when we moved in. My brother Jesse was renovating the house and he says he felt watched all day. We did major renovations to the house.
One night after an evening of partying and bawdy revelry at our favorite bar, my friends and I trudged home and crashed. We all slept in the living room. My friend reported seeing little lights falling as he fell asleep in the chair. The attic door in the attic- well, that should be in a Hollywood horror movie. The room was meant for the servants (I think I was my Mom’s main servant but that is another story.) The door was hard to open and close by a mortal hand but it opened and closed on its own. I mean, you had to use your strength to open or close this door. The small attic room was too small for me to stand upright in. In the summer, it was sweltering hot and in the winter, it was Bone Chilling Cold. I hated it in there. I used to do everything in my power to avoid going up in the attic. I was too scared. I hardly ever spent the night up there in all the time I lived in that house. No way
My clairvoyant friends used to come over to and tell me about the ghosts they saw in my house. One was of a cat and the other of a rocking chair and one friend saw an old lady who wore a pink cardigan with grey hair in a bun. My Mom claims but she now denies that once time the bathtub- claw-footed, poured water on its own. I remember just after we moved in, the long nights when I used to lie perfectly still in my bed and every hair on my body upright and I would listen to noises when I knew damn well every one was in bed. I heard knocks, whispers. I used to open the basement door at night and something would hush. The basement would look so dark- a black bottomless hole. Trust me, it was freaky.
We found blue glass in the garden while we lived there which probably ended up in our yard due to the Halifax Explosion. I lived in Edmonton years before I moved to Halifax with my family. I remember feeling something behind me as I lay in my bed the night my aunt Jeannie passed. Was it her spirit saying goodbye? I will never know. I remember when my Mother received a phone call that my father (thank the Goddess) had passed away. He was an abusive alcoholic. The caller was millions of miles away but I knew what the call was about and what the caller was telling my Mother without knowing how I could have known. It freaks even me out too.
Remember that I live in a city known for its ghostly history. So this is nothing new here. If you want to know more, you can read the previous posts on this blog and on my main blog Broomsticks & Cauldrons. I discuss Halifax’s spooky history in more detail. I now live in an old house that is around 80 years old. I don’t know if this place is haunted or not. But I have seen a ghost cat in my apartment and not too long ago I saw a dark shadow. OK a ghost cat I can take but that shadow was too much for me. It was dark and practically walked through a wall. If my chair was not so solid, I would have fallen through the chair. I cleansed and smudged my home. I am not the type of person who would risk humiliating herself on a blog.So everything I have written here is true but I respect my readers. You can decide for yourselves. I will talk more about how to psychically protect yourself in future posts. So don’t be scared and please keep reading!! Blessed be, Lady Spiderwitch )O(