A journey of discover of spiritual and paranormal worlds, over a 42 year time frame. Filled with paranormal events, hauntings, dead family visitations and intuition.
As the grogginess starts to fade, I notice how dark my room is. My bedroom door must be closed. I never shut my bedroom door; I don't like or feel safe in the darkness. My stomach is flopping with fear, as I get the sudden feeling that I'm not alone in the dark. Scanning my room with my eyes open only to slits, I spot a shape across the room, tucked in the shadows; it's watching me. Whatever this is, it's realized I've spotted it, and has started to glide toward me...I never went in search of the dead; but it seems the dead has come in search of me.
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...I was in the bathroom, seated; no one was home, so I left the door open. My attention was drawn into the hall. A short figure, about three to four feet tall, with a skim milk grayish colored body and a bad-toupee-looking full head of dark orange hair, appeared. It was standing there with it's back to me, when it very slowly and deliberately, totally for effect, turned just its head almost half way around, very slowly and looked me right in the eyes. The damn thing's skin was so pasty white it was translucent and with no facial features what so ever. Then it just faded away, easy as you please...
For a time, I perched myself on a flat rock, comparing my life with the Guyandotte River. Just as its tributaries replenish it daily, changing it in some small—sometimes great—degree, so have the day-to-day occurrences of life changed me. Like the ri
