Condemnation of the Spirit
ABOUTOn March 19, 2007 at A Birch in Brisbane I was waiting for the Port Arthur tour to start at the back of the main building. It was approaching four-thirty in the afternoon, which is when the tour begins. At the beginning of the trip, I sat on the first bench next to the tourist clock. I saw a six-foot-tall man in old-fashioned overalls walk around the back of the main building, pass me in the seat, walk down the stairs and disappear. I noticed he looked at me as he walked by, he had long hair at shoulder length and an elderly jumpsuit with one strap hanging down, and some elderly fashioned shirt and it looked pretty good that he wasn't wearing shoes. I thought it was a staff member dressed up for a performance, thinking it would be part of the tour.
This is a strange thing, none of the staff dress up for performances. OK, apparently I saw the ghost of a convict?
In my opinion this was a normal occurrence as others saw what they thought were staff dressed up for a show but turned out to be the ghosts of convicts.
Could music be the cause of this?
Twhat actually happened to me was that one night for some reason I woke up around 3am. I was listening to music and suddenly I heard a deep voice saying, “Don't disturb others' dreams, or I will come for you.” I was scared to death and I was thinking, “I won't say anything or wake anyone up,” and other things, and I heard the same voice say, “YOU DID IT!” and I quickly turned to the bedroom door and there was this girl standing there, moving very, very slowly towards me, and what amazed me was that I couldn't move, or scream, or anything, and it was like my arms were crossed, if that means anything to people who have experienced things like this. So after a while she disappeared and reappeared and I remained frozen every time.
It wasn't a dream and I know it for a fact because three weeks later I went to my sister and her husband's apartment on a Friday night to celebrate his birthday (even though it was a Tuesday, they were at work all week so we decided to do it 4 days earlier) and for some reason I decided to go to their empty room and fell asleep on the floor listening to music. Finally, my parents woke me up at 11:30 and we went home.
So we didn't see my sister and her husband for a whole week, but the following Monday, when I was able to meet them, without me telling them about what happened to me with the girl, they told me that strange things had been happening to them all week, and it really pissed me off when they told me that he crossed his arm whenever he felt something weighty on him, which prevented him from screaming or asking my sister for facilitate, and they even both told how each of them saw a girl, just like him, she did it. So there I was definitely sure it wasn't a dream.
A few days later, I traveled 12 hours to my hometown of El Paso, Texas, where most of my family lives. And my dad wanted to rest at my cousin's, so I slept in my cousin's room, listening to music again. The next morning we went to Mexico, and two days later when we returned, my cousin told me about some things he started seeing, including a girl. And I don't know, I think it's tough to draw conclusions from something because there could have been other factors that caused this girl to come, but it's just a really bad situation to deal with.
There's a ghost in my room
ANDIt all started when I was 11 years senior. We moved into an senior house. I mean senior, it was built in 1898. I always had a feeling about my room. Then it all started. I found a candle stuffed into the game system. Then I found toothpicks stuck into the candle with the word “Amy” written on them. Then me and my best friend were vacuuming my room and I asked her to plug in the vacuum cleaner across the hall. So she left my room and plugged it in. Then when I turned it on it wouldn't start. I said, “Nicos, I thought I told you to plug it in.” She said, “Yes.” When I checked it was plugged in, I opened the door and saw the plug lying on the floor right outside my door. I plugged it back in and it worked fine. When I started combing the string, I said, “Nicos, take the string off,” because it was stuck in the carpet. She said, “I'm not on cable.” She was sitting in my seat by the window across the room. But right in front of my eye I saw a wire stuck to the floor.
I recently walked into my room and said “Hi Klopo” [Klopo is my cat]. Then I heard a little girl's voice saying “hello”.