AND I want to start off by saying that I can't think of an captivating title for this story, so I apologize if it's lame. This story happened in my house about a year from today. I've been practicing astral projection and developing my psychic abilities for years, but it's the one thing I never know enough about or read enough stories about. Ghosts were also a very intriguing topic for me, as my mother told me stories of seeing a ghost along with many other family members.
Before I start my story, I would like to present my interpretation of ghosts and more. I believe that the spirits of the dead who did not want to continue their journey to heaven or whatever you believe remain with us on earth, as a being undetectable to the naked eye. I think that when we actually see the spirit with our eyes, the mind allows us to see this alternate dimension for a tiny period of time, or for some people, all the time. But that's why we only see the ghost when we least expect it, because maybe our “third eye” is more dynamic than usual. I personally believe in this and I do not encourage others to conform to it.
My stories actually go back to when I was about 10 years venerable in my venerable house, when I saw what I thought was my dead uncle, whom I had never met but had only seen pictures of and heard about. He died in a car accident with my dad, but he survived. About four people said they saw him at home on the day he died, walking down the stairs or knocking on the door. I saw him sitting on my couch and literally ran upstairs as swift as I could. Later, I heard him whisper my name while I was drawing tardy at night.
Fast forward to last year. I was lying in bed watching TV when I felt something or someone lying next to me, or at least putting pressure on the bed to make the bed sink even further. The bedroom airy was on, so I didn't really panic or anything. I just lay there wondering if what had just happened had actually happened. Later that evening I tried to astral project and my guitar leaning against the wall made a sound that it only makes when someone walks past it. It's kind of like the pressure you put on the neck of a guitar that causes the tuning knobs to click. If I passed by it, this sound would accompany me almost every time. So when I heard the sound, I tried to play it off as if it happened by accident, but then it happened again. I was sure there was a presence in my room because as I meditated and went into a trance state, I became aware of things I wouldn't normally be aware of. It's challenging to explain to anyone who doesn't practice astral projection, but it's like another sense opens up.
So after all these events, I was officially convinced that I had a ghost in my house. I must also mention that a few years ago I saw a black shadow pass through the crack in one of my doors where airy was coming in, and when I went to turn on the airy in the room I was in, it shattered. I was scared as hell.
The day after the bed and guitar thing happened, I wanted to tell my dad about it, but I knew he didn't believe in such things. But I started telling him anyway, and he stopped me and asked, “Were you home yesterday around 3:30?” But I was at work so I declined and asked why he asked that. He said he heard footsteps upstairs while he was grading papers. He said he called both me and my brother's names because he was sure someone was home. This almost convinced my dad that something strange was going on in my house.
This is the end of my story. I'll come back to post if anything else crazy happens. Good luck everyone.
