Beyond the Rational: My Real-Life Ghost Stories and Unexplained Encounters

Do You Believe in Ghost Stories?

I am not one to believe in ghost stories. Whenever I heard people talk about seeing eerie things or encountering the departed, I always thought it was ridiculous.

I believed that once a person dies, they die, and there is always a rational, logical reason behind these so-called supernatural occurrences.

That was my mindset until a few things happened that forced me to reconsider.

Back in 2006, I agreed to house-sit for a then friend while she and her partner went on a trip. I offered because their neighborhood was not the safest, and I worried their home might be targeted.

It was not my brightest idea. To be honest, she is not a very good person, and looking back, I should have trusted my gut.

That is until a few things happened to me that made me reconsider the existence of spirits. That in fact, they do exist.

Whether or not it is people who have passed, I don’t know, but whoever or whatever they are, they are here.

Do Entities Follow People?

I spent my first day there with Gabs, watching TV and after a while, it got really boring and quiet. After having watched the same movie with Gabs for the 5th time, journaling, and just loafing around, I took a look around. I noticed that the house was extremely dirty, unkempt and needed a cleaning.

In fact, it was always that way. So, I spent the first day cleaning the house from roof to ceiling because Lord knows, it needed it.

When bedtime came, we settled into an upstairs bedroom. It was a spare bedroom with miscellaneous junk and a bed.

We turned the lights off, but after a few minutes in the dark, I felt a distinct pressure at the foot of the bed.

It felt exactly like someone had sat down.

Gabs immediately shot up, hysterically screaming and pointing at the corner of the room. I turned the lights on, and the room went ice-cold.

At this point, quite frankly, I started to feel uneasy and thought back to minutes earlier where I had felt something at the foot of the bed that I had brushed off.

Now it was freezing cold and my 2 year-old was screaming about seeing something at the corner of the room and I had felt like someone sat at the foot of the bed.

The thermostat read somewhere in the neighborhood of the low 30’s now that I remember.

Of course, there was nothing or no one there. Only the temperature had dropped and here I had a kid frightened beyond everything, I’m starting to feel uneasy dude.

Yeaaaah.

Especially considering that she had never reacted this way, I’m starting to think twice about being in this house.

Terrified, I gathered her in my arms and Darasak and I tried to calm her. We decided to sleep with the light on for the rest of the night.

We did not sleep much. I was still slightly skeptical and just brushed it off.

During this time, I was singing in my dad’s band Sabor Latino. So, the next morning, we took Gabriella to my mom’s house, and I went to band practice for a few hours.

After the practice I picked Gabriella back up, and headed back to the house to continue house-sitting.

When I arrived, the kitchen door I had left closed was open a crack. Inside, I found a mess of papers and broken glass on the floor.

Not to mention, I had to go through a detached garage that was locked (I had the keys) and then through the garage and up a few stairs and through another door that I had locked as well.

I had washed all the dishes and put them away before leaving, so nothing should have been out. I quietly stepped over the glass and walked toward the dining room and looked up the stairs.

The light was on, even though I had not turned on a single light that day and had left during the day. Then, I heard a loud knock and a crash coming from upstairs.

The Escape

I scooped up Gabs so fast and ran. Literally ran to the car got in and I swear, like a horror movie, struggled with the key and finally put the car in reverse and guess what?

We got stuck in the snow and couldn’t back out. I hit the gas harder and finally, the car started moving.

It was winter, so there was snow and ice, but seriously?

Our car was parked and facing the back of the house. It was not until I looked up at the window, saw a black silhouette of a person walk across the window, and finally broke free that I was able to back out.

We called the police.

They arrived within minutes with guns drawn and canines at hand. They searched the entire house, but they found nothing.

No footprints in the snow, no wet footprints in the house, no forced entry, and their dogs picked up no scent.

One officer told me there was no way a human had been inside for the last two hours. The other suspected that the owners (my then friends) were into unsavory practices that involve drugs.

When we went back in, picture frames throughout the house were face down. Upstairs, five frames had been arranged in a perfect half-circle on the bed, and the mattress was visibly out of place.

First thought, someone had broken into the house, second thought was why the heck did we even go inside in the first place?

They told me to stay outside until they called me. I happily obliged.

One of the officers actually believed something creepy was going on, though the other was skeptical. This was the conversation:

Officer #1: “Ma’am, do the owners have any enemies? Do they sell drugs? Maybe a family member could have done this?”

Me: “Umm, not that I know of. I don’t know anything about drugs. Uh, well my friend has problems with her little sister, her sister doesn’t like her at all. Maybe..?”

Officer #2: “There’s no scent, there is no way a person was in here for the last 2 hours. The dogs would have picked it up. Whatever they saw or heard wasn’t a person.”

Officer #1 shoots Officer #2 a stern look.

Me: “Okay, well, I’m going to call the owners and I think I’m going to take off. I’ll come back for my things in the morning.”

Officer #2: “Wow, don’t know what to tell you besides this is weird.”

Me: “Thank you so much for coming.”

Officer #1: “Well, there is a report on file if anything else happens. Have a good night.”

GOOD night huh?

Thanks but that was the last thing I was having.

That was the end of my house-sitting, but it was just the beginning of my awareness.

I called my “friends” and told them what had happened, they were dumbfounded and quite frankly, probably used to it. Considering she had told me her parent’s house was haunted and they’d experienced a lot of supernatural things.

I have since removed her from my life because I believe something is attached to her. Even back then, I refused to go inside her childhood home because the energy was so wrong.

I would walk around the side and head straight to the backyard, never setting foot indoors.

Maybe some followed her to her new home or maybe they’re attracted negative energy?

Supernatural Experiences in Long Term Care Facilities

Since then, I have developed a strong sixth sense for energy. I can feel when a place is off, and I trust that gut feeling enough to avoid those spaces.

If you’ve ever walked into a room and felt a sudden, inexplicable shift in the air, you aren’t imagining it.

Many people ask how they can detect these shifts themselves; while intuition is your best tool, many believers recommend using a K2 EMF Meter to help identify sudden, erratic spikes in electromagnetic fields, which many believe can correlate with unusual activity.

I work at a place where death is no stranger.

I have worked as a bath nurse in long-term care, and I have dealt with call bells going off in rooms where residents had passed, beds being raised to their highest position in empty rooms, and seeing people walk around corners only to find no one there.

I have walked into a tub room to find the tub filling with water—a ten-minute process—and raised to the highest position on its own, even though I left it empty between patients.

I have seen other things over the years as well. I have seen figures in the periphery and even a dead, rotted, dismembered hand come at my face from the laundry bin at work and again at my mom’s house.

Yeah, that one was the worst.

I do not label myself as sensitive. I do not carry these things with me. I just observe, trust my intuition, and keep moving.

Has anyone else experienced any ghost stories or unexplained events like these?

After all, we are sharing this world.

Do you have ghost stories to share or are you a skeptic?

One thing I’ve learned that is follow your gut. We have a sixth-sense for these kind of things.

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Let me know yoru ghost stories, til then— cheers m’deres!

 

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