Your first paranormal experience will stick with you like your first kiss. My grandmothers house was where I had my first paranormal kiss experience. The thing that I remember the most about my first encounter was how certain I was that someone was playing a trick on me. I just knew it was one of my cousins upstairs making noises and it was that belief that propelled me up the stairs. There were only four rooms and a hallway upstairs, and only two of them have closets. There was also the attic hatch, but we’ll save that story for another post.
As I reached the top of the stairs the noise could be heard from most distant room down the hall, so with a quick pivot I jugged down the hall and entered the room. This room had a window that faced the street (dirt road) but it didn’t have a closet. Even more interesting, it didn’t have a cousin in it either. I was dumbstruck for a moment while I reconciled in my mind the fact that I could plainly hear someone in this room only seconds earlier and now there is nobody in the room except me.
The moment I fully realized that I was alone… I hit the panic button and freaked out. I can’t tell you if it was really real but as I ran for the stairs I could hear something chasing me. I skipped every other stair, and I was too terrified to look back and I didn’t stop until I was outside and away from the house. I couldn’t look at the house for fear that I would see faces in the windows.
My Grandmother saw me run from the house. She had been in the garden but now was in by the barn and I ran to her. When I told her about what had happened she told me not to pay attention to the noise and not to bother it.
‘It’! she called it ‘it’. That’s not denial, in fact that’s the opposite of denial. My grandmother confirmed that the noise upstairs was an ‘it’, not a ‘nothing’. In that exact moment my mind was blown forever.
I would have several more encounters over the next few years and each one would leave me in awe. How could something be so real that wasn’t there? How does sound come from an empty room? Why was it never in the same room you were in? What was the dragging noises, and what were the voices saying?
It was easy to like this ghost because it was hard to fear it, after all, who’s afraid of something that runs from you? But the thing in the attic had a completely different disposition, but as I said, that’s another post.