When I Was Young (Ghost Stories)

The house I grew up in had ghosts. Or maybe a single ghost, I was never sure. Strangely, it only seemed to show up when I was around, but my father witnessed its shenanigan’s once, too.

As a young toddler-aged sensitive one I experienced my bed shaking at night. Then as a teen my dryer door (as I was going to change laundry over) began to bang itself opened and closed repeatedly until I ran screaming from the room.

One summer day my dad and I were the only one’s home and he laid down to nap and asked me to be quiet, so I went into the other end of the house to watch TV. Suddenly from the end of the house where the bedrooms were (my parent’s room was directly across from mine) the stereo in my bedroom came on at full volume. Dad ran out of his room and saw me running in from the other end of the house and we both just stared at each other, then asked, “What in the world? Did you do that?” almost at the same time. We agreed that neither of us had touched the stereo which had switched itself on and also turned the volume to max.

It was an odd feeling to know that something unexplainable had gone on. Anytime my dad or I would talk about these incidents we’d get all kinds of reactions; many didn’t believe us. My dad, incidentally, saw a UFO near our house once. He and I must’ve been “the sensitives” in the house. The antennae for such things.

I’ve always felt sensitive to “vibes” and developed discernment much better as I got older, but thankfully haven’t had any visitations lately. But I’ve always thought I had a certain vibe or aura or frequency that was different from others. I still think so. My TV and PS5 often won’t work right and my computer does odd things a lot for me and my hubby the IT guy can walk in the room and they seem to fix themselves immediately. Vending machines, coffee makers, anything electrical, all sorts of things, like to become whacked out when I’m around. (This actually just now happened again, Hubs had to get Hulu to respond to him using the remote, it ignored me entirely.)

I don’t understand all of these things but have just had to accept them; to accept that there are things we do not yet quite grasp. We don’t have enough information. It kind of makes life interesting. It’s fun to think about. I am a seeker of truth and knowledge and hope to be around when we one day figure these things out. Frequency? Energy? Vibration? Maybe I have some kind of latent ESP. Maybe I attract certain vibes or entities and push others away; I just don’t know. (I’m electric!) I know that I am made up of energy, so I’m sure the answers lie in that area somewhere.

I’ve often thought, “What if I’m not from around here? What if I’m from a different planet?” I’ve had this thought for many different reasons over the years. One day I’ll have my answers but perhaps not until I’m on the other side of the veil.

Got any good ghost stories? Nighty-night friends!