So, long time no see. This seems to be the way with me and blogging, doesn't it? See, I like to write when I have something to write about, not to plan out schedules and subjects. That makes me loose interest, as it becomes more a chore than a hobby. This is what I did last time, and why it's been so long since I've written. Also, I've had quite the hectic year.
First off, I'd like to start by telling you, I believe in ghosts. Always has done. I've experienced things, which I'll tell you more about another time. There's also some other things I'd like to fill you in on, before I start my tale. I live at a boarding school thing this year. There are three buildings. There is the one we live in, which is quite new, from the 90's or so, where we eat, sleep, watch TV etc. Then there's the building right next to it, where the school kitchen, gym and one classroom are, which was build at the same time as the first building. Then, there's the "school" building. This is where most of the classrooms are, as well as a big room where we meet at the start of the school day, and a computer room. This building is quite old, from the 1800's if I remember correctly.
There have been rumours about some incidents here. There was a washing lady that fell down the stairs to the basement, which according to rumours haunts the building and live in the boiler room in the basement. There's also this girl who hung herself in the attic, who I haven't heard any rumours about haunting, but it's a possibility. See, I believe I can sense some sort of "energy". Sometimes I just feel like I'm not alone, more in just that feeling that something is watching you when you're alone. I've felt this feeling before, and I feel it here. It makes me sound like a crazy person, I know, but I can't help how I feel, and no one that knows me reads this blog anyways.
There are at least two different kinds of energy here. One I've only felt in the computer room, and secondary TV room, which is at the top of the building. The other I've felt all around the building, but mostly around the second story bathroom, and the basement.
The first isn't scary. It just simply feels like someone is there, it gives me a calm feeling, and I get the sense of curiousity, goodness, and perhaps loneliness. Once when I was in the computer room alone at night, I felt this presence, and although I don't know why I started talking. Just about random shit, my best friend at school, my best friend at home, my feelings for the guy I had a bit of a crush on at the time, stuff like that. This doesn't really help the whole "I sound crazy" thing, I know.
The second, is scary. It fills me with dread, fear, my heart start pounding in my chest and I just want to run as fast and far away from there as possible, just out of the blue. I'd be sitting in my classroom in the basement, happily drawing while listening to one of my favorite audiobooks (The secret garden), when all out of the blue I get this feeling someone is right behind me, I get this sort of shivering going down my body even though I don't shiver, and I just bail the fuck out of there, leaving my stuff.
So, today. I'd been seeping in because of a fever, so I didn't feel tired. I'm working on this project, a portrait made of clay, and thought I'd work on that till I got tired. Whenever I'm in the basement at night, which is rarely, I turn on the lights in the hallway, in my classroom, and in the classroom next to mine. It's a Friday, so most people are either sleeping or out drinking. There's only me, and my best friend in the building. He's in the computer room working on a short story. I'm happy because my figure is coming out good, watching Once Upon a Time while I work. My friend comes down for a bit to talk to me about something his roommate, who's out drinking, said, and leaves again. Everything is fine.
Then I get a phone call from one of my friends who's been at the pub, and asks me to walk towards her so she doesn't have to walk alone back to school. There are a lot of people here that just drive around at night, mostly boys, and she's a girl with nice boobs that has been drinking. I ask my best friend if he wants to join me, and we walk towards her. We follow her back to the school, talk for a bit, get some coffee, and get back into the building. I go down, he goes up. I open the door to the basement, a big unnecessarily heavy door, and freeze. All the lights are off. The lights in both classrooms, and the hallway. I'd never turn them out when leaving and then forget about it, cause me and the basement equals paranoia. I shut that door real quick.
"Eric?" I call out. He's almost on the top story, and doesn't hear me, so I call again, a bit louder.
"Yeah?"
"The fucking lights are out." ... "No I didn't turn them off."
He hears the fear in my voice, and walks all the way down to the basement, and walks in in front of me. I see myself as quite a brave person, but when it comes to paranormal stuff I'm the biggest coward. I'll tell a story about Halloween which proves this later. He turns on the hallway light and stands just inside the room, staring into the part of the room blocked by the door for me, a frown on his face. Then he walks to the end of the hallway in that direction, and opens the door. When he comes back, he explains.
"I thought I heard a sound coming from somewhere in this direction."
Then he turns on the lights in the two classrooms. Lastly, he opens the door to the boiler room. He starts a little.
"There are so many eerie shapes here," he sais. "I thought I saw a shape." Just after he finished saying this, we hear a sound. It sounds like something between a twig snapping and a boom. It's a bit similar to the sounds machines make, but not quite. My classroom is right next to the boiler room, and I've never heard anything in there make that sound before. I'll also point out that I looked into the room over his shoulder, and didn't see anything that could make a humanoid shadow. We both get terrified. I get that feeling inside of me that screams: Get out, Get out, Get out!
I start packing up the clay fast as fuck. I would just have ran, but in the midst of the terrified feeling I still don't want the school's clay and my project to get ruined. My friend goes into the hallway to pray, but I don't want to be alone, so I interrupt him and make him stay with me, while I finish packing up. We bolt upstairs, me forgetting my cup of coffee. The second we're out of the basement, the feeling vanishes.
Now, this isn't my most terrifying encounter with the paranormal, and most things here could be explained. Someone could have gone down while we were out and turned off the lights, the sound my friend heard could have been one of the sounds old houses make, the shadow that vanished so quickly could have been a trick of the light or something he imagined, and the sound we both heard could have been another of the sounds old houses make. But there's no one at the school awake, Eric is a pretty rational person who doesn't get scared of "just shadows", and I've been at this school since august, and I've never heard that sound before. Also, I have very strong faith in my gut feeling. It's almost always right. I had this dreadful feeling in my gut the day my uncle got into the hospital for the last time before he died, before I even knew he was in the hospital again. And even though he's been in the hospital many times before, and the doctors said he seemed fine and there was no immediate reason to worry, I was sure he only had days left. He did. The day before the night he died, no one told me he didn't have much time left, the doctors still saying he had at least a week left, but when my friend he had less than 24 hours left to live. I just knew.
So, I don't believe everything that happened was just circumstance.
Now I'm in the computer room with Eric, drinking coffee (He had to go back down to get my cup because I was too afraid), cause even though this probably doesn't sound like a big deal to anyone else, I felt like writing about it. Eric is very much a person that tries to rationalize things, and when he doesn't do that, that's saying quite a lot. So that's my, probably very uninteresting, paranormal experience of the day. My next tale of the supernatural will be much more interesting, I promise.
Nemo
(Pictures will be added tomorrow. I could have gotten them now, but that would mean going down there, and I'll postpone that until there's daylight, thank you very much.)
First off, I'd like to start by telling you, I believe in ghosts. Always has done. I've experienced things, which I'll tell you more about another time. There's also some other things I'd like to fill you in on, before I start my tale. I live at a boarding school thing this year. There are three buildings. There is the one we live in, which is quite new, from the 90's or so, where we eat, sleep, watch TV etc. Then there's the building right next to it, where the school kitchen, gym and one classroom are, which was build at the same time as the first building. Then, there's the "school" building. This is where most of the classrooms are, as well as a big room where we meet at the start of the school day, and a computer room. This building is quite old, from the 1800's if I remember correctly.
There have been rumours about some incidents here. There was a washing lady that fell down the stairs to the basement, which according to rumours haunts the building and live in the boiler room in the basement. There's also this girl who hung herself in the attic, who I haven't heard any rumours about haunting, but it's a possibility. See, I believe I can sense some sort of "energy". Sometimes I just feel like I'm not alone, more in just that feeling that something is watching you when you're alone. I've felt this feeling before, and I feel it here. It makes me sound like a crazy person, I know, but I can't help how I feel, and no one that knows me reads this blog anyways.
There are at least two different kinds of energy here. One I've only felt in the computer room, and secondary TV room, which is at the top of the building. The other I've felt all around the building, but mostly around the second story bathroom, and the basement.
The first isn't scary. It just simply feels like someone is there, it gives me a calm feeling, and I get the sense of curiousity, goodness, and perhaps loneliness. Once when I was in the computer room alone at night, I felt this presence, and although I don't know why I started talking. Just about random shit, my best friend at school, my best friend at home, my feelings for the guy I had a bit of a crush on at the time, stuff like that. This doesn't really help the whole "I sound crazy" thing, I know.
The second, is scary. It fills me with dread, fear, my heart start pounding in my chest and I just want to run as fast and far away from there as possible, just out of the blue. I'd be sitting in my classroom in the basement, happily drawing while listening to one of my favorite audiobooks (The secret garden), when all out of the blue I get this feeling someone is right behind me, I get this sort of shivering going down my body even though I don't shiver, and I just bail the fuck out of there, leaving my stuff.
So, today. I'd been seeping in because of a fever, so I didn't feel tired. I'm working on this project, a portrait made of clay, and thought I'd work on that till I got tired. Whenever I'm in the basement at night, which is rarely, I turn on the lights in the hallway, in my classroom, and in the classroom next to mine. It's a Friday, so most people are either sleeping or out drinking. There's only me, and my best friend in the building. He's in the computer room working on a short story. I'm happy because my figure is coming out good, watching Once Upon a Time while I work. My friend comes down for a bit to talk to me about something his roommate, who's out drinking, said, and leaves again. Everything is fine.
Then I get a phone call from one of my friends who's been at the pub, and asks me to walk towards her so she doesn't have to walk alone back to school. There are a lot of people here that just drive around at night, mostly boys, and she's a girl with nice boobs that has been drinking. I ask my best friend if he wants to join me, and we walk towards her. We follow her back to the school, talk for a bit, get some coffee, and get back into the building. I go down, he goes up. I open the door to the basement, a big unnecessarily heavy door, and freeze. All the lights are off. The lights in both classrooms, and the hallway. I'd never turn them out when leaving and then forget about it, cause me and the basement equals paranoia. I shut that door real quick.
"Eric?" I call out. He's almost on the top story, and doesn't hear me, so I call again, a bit louder.
"Yeah?"
"The fucking lights are out." ... "No I didn't turn them off."
He hears the fear in my voice, and walks all the way down to the basement, and walks in in front of me. I see myself as quite a brave person, but when it comes to paranormal stuff I'm the biggest coward. I'll tell a story about Halloween which proves this later. He turns on the hallway light and stands just inside the room, staring into the part of the room blocked by the door for me, a frown on his face. Then he walks to the end of the hallway in that direction, and opens the door. When he comes back, he explains.
"I thought I heard a sound coming from somewhere in this direction."
Then he turns on the lights in the two classrooms. Lastly, he opens the door to the boiler room. He starts a little.
"There are so many eerie shapes here," he sais. "I thought I saw a shape." Just after he finished saying this, we hear a sound. It sounds like something between a twig snapping and a boom. It's a bit similar to the sounds machines make, but not quite. My classroom is right next to the boiler room, and I've never heard anything in there make that sound before. I'll also point out that I looked into the room over his shoulder, and didn't see anything that could make a humanoid shadow. We both get terrified. I get that feeling inside of me that screams: Get out, Get out, Get out!
I start packing up the clay fast as fuck. I would just have ran, but in the midst of the terrified feeling I still don't want the school's clay and my project to get ruined. My friend goes into the hallway to pray, but I don't want to be alone, so I interrupt him and make him stay with me, while I finish packing up. We bolt upstairs, me forgetting my cup of coffee. The second we're out of the basement, the feeling vanishes.
Now, this isn't my most terrifying encounter with the paranormal, and most things here could be explained. Someone could have gone down while we were out and turned off the lights, the sound my friend heard could have been one of the sounds old houses make, the shadow that vanished so quickly could have been a trick of the light or something he imagined, and the sound we both heard could have been another of the sounds old houses make. But there's no one at the school awake, Eric is a pretty rational person who doesn't get scared of "just shadows", and I've been at this school since august, and I've never heard that sound before. Also, I have very strong faith in my gut feeling. It's almost always right. I had this dreadful feeling in my gut the day my uncle got into the hospital for the last time before he died, before I even knew he was in the hospital again. And even though he's been in the hospital many times before, and the doctors said he seemed fine and there was no immediate reason to worry, I was sure he only had days left. He did. The day before the night he died, no one told me he didn't have much time left, the doctors still saying he had at least a week left, but when my friend he had less than 24 hours left to live. I just knew.
So, I don't believe everything that happened was just circumstance.
Now I'm in the computer room with Eric, drinking coffee (He had to go back down to get my cup because I was too afraid), cause even though this probably doesn't sound like a big deal to anyone else, I felt like writing about it. Eric is very much a person that tries to rationalize things, and when he doesn't do that, that's saying quite a lot. So that's my, probably very uninteresting, paranormal experience of the day. My next tale of the supernatural will be much more interesting, I promise.
Nemo
(Pictures will be added tomorrow. I could have gotten them now, but that would mean going down there, and I'll postpone that until there's daylight, thank you very much.)