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Some of the orchards in our town are said to be haunted. There was a guy in the 70's who would hire illegal immigrants to pick peaches, then he would murder them and bury their bodies in the orchards. My friend lives across from one of those orchards and her neighbor's house is haunted. I've had personal experiences when my stepdad and grampa died. Nothing major tho.
My Aunt is a clairvoyant here in Everett Washington. I don't talk to her much anymore but we were really close when I was younger. (she's amazing at it too! talk about being creeped out!)
When I was 12 she told me a story about me.
As she tells it (and she's not one for exaggerating) :
I was 5. My aunt was staying with us for a visit. It was late, about 1am. My mom and step dad woke to the sound of me calling for them. They both came, along with my aunt, and I was sitting up in my bed, looking mighty pissy, with my hands over my ears. "I can't sleep when they're dancing! Make them stop dancing!" I cried! (more angry than scared, my aunt says) "who's dancing?" they asked confused. "the Indians! Make them be quiet!" I said. Both my mom and step dad, who are very much into Indian History and Traditions, initially passed it off. "go to sleep honey" they said, kissed me goodnight, and off they went, leaving the door cracked, and the hall light on.
The next day, my mom and aunt were in the kitchen watching my sisters and I play in the backyard. My aunt noticed that I looked like I was talking to someone while playing with the play dough. I kept looking up, and shaking my head in the affirmative. After about 5 minutes, I ran inside and declared: "Mommy, the Indians say we have to leave. We're not supposed to be here, and they're not happy." Odd thing for a 5 year old to say, especially since I didn't know much about Indians or anything at that age. My aunts interest was piqued, and she began doing some research on the property.
The next day, my mom and aunt are sitting in the living room, and they hear me speaking with someone, and I sounded scared. They looked out back, and I'm standing damn near at attention, holding back tears, and shaking my head wildly "yes". As my mom and aunt are standing there, confused, I run to my mom like someone lit a fire under my ass and frantically tell her in a very stern tone "Mom...the CHIEF says we have to leave. N O W."
Now my mom is freaking out. My aunt decides to go to a local Indian reservation to further her research on the area of San Diego we were living in. She ended up on a Diegueños Reservation looking at a reproduction map of Sacred Diegueños Indian Sites. Our housing complex was located on the outskirts of a Diegueños ritual site. Not burial ground, but where they did their (you guessed it) Ritual Dancing and Ceremonies. This was very close to where their main tribe camp was located. My aunt told my mom, and we moved the next day. (my mom doesn't mess around with that!)
It's also interesting to note, that I had a Chow Chow that I got when I was a year old. At a year old, I called him Diego (mighty close to Diegueños huh?). My mom thought it was because I heard "San Diego" all the time. She asked me once why I named him that (when I was 2) she said my reply was: "Because the Indians said it was a noble name". ((insert creepy music)) My mom said she just let it go, until this whole thing when I was 5 happened.
I have goose bumps, when things like that happen with children it twice as chilling!
Honey B Hooligan {Madam} said:My Aunt is a clairvoyant here in Everett Washington. I don't talk to her much anymore but we were really close when I was younger. (she's amazing at it too! talk about being creeped out!)
When I was 12 she told me a story about me.
As she tells it (and she's not one for exaggerating) :
I was 5. My aunt was staying with us for a visit. It was late, about 1am. My mom and step dad woke to the sound of me calling for them. They both came, along with my aunt, and I was sitting up in my bed, looking mighty pissy, with my hands over my ears. "I can't sleep when they're dancing! Make them stop dancing!" I cried! (more angry than scared, my aunt says) "who's dancing?" they asked confused. "the Indians! Make them be quiet!" I said. Both my mom and step dad, who are very much into Indian History and Traditions, initially passed it off. "go to sleep honey" they said, kissed me goodnight, and off they went, leaving the door cracked, and the hall light on.
The next day, my mom and aunt were in the kitchen watching my sisters and I play in the backyard. My aunt noticed that I looked like I was talking to someone while playing with the play dough. I kept looking up, and shaking my head in the affirmative. After about 5 minutes, I ran inside and declared: "Mommy, the Indians say we have to leave. We're not supposed to be here, and they're not happy." Odd thing for a 5 year old to say, especially since I didn't know much about Indians or anything at that age. My aunts interest was piqued, and she began doing some research on the property.
The next day, my mom and aunt are sitting in the living room, and they hear me speaking with someone, and I sounded scared. They looked out back, and I'm standing damn near at attention, holding back tears, and shaking my head wildly "yes". As my mom and aunt are standing there, confused, I run to my mom like someone lit a fire under my ass and frantically tell her in a very stern tone "Mom...the CHIEF says we have to leave. N O W."
Now my mom is freaking out. My aunt decides to go to a local Indian reservation to further her research on the area of San Diego we were living in. She ended up on a Diegueños Reservation looking at a reproduction map of Sacred Diegueños Indian Sites. Our housing complex was located on the outskirts of a Diegueños ritual site. Not burial ground, but where they did their (you guessed it) Ritual Dancing and Ceremonies. This was very close to where their main tribe camp was located. My aunt told my mom, and we moved the next day. (my mom doesn't mess around with that!)
It's also interesting to note, that I had a Chow Chow that I got when I was a year old. At a year old, I called him Diego (mighty close to Diegueños huh?). My mom thought it was because I heard "San Diego" all the time. She asked me once why I named him that (when I was 2) she said my reply was: "Because the Indians said it was a noble name". ((insert creepy music)) My mom said she just let it go, until this whole thing when I was 5 happened.
All the people in my family have had freakily personal experiences when my great grandad died. My dad frequently smells him, but he doesn't get scared he's just comforted that his grandad is still around. A little more weird though was when we could all smell him in our house. He had never been to our new house, and we had just had work done. It was like he was just seeing what we had done. Plus, my cousin (on the other side of the family and who was born after the death) could smell him, even though the house had only had women in it for a good couple of days whilst my dad was away.
Cherri Bombe said:Some of the orchards in our town are said to be haunted. There was a guy in the 70's who would hire illegal immigrants to pick peaches, then he would murder them and bury their bodies in the orchards. My friend lives across from one of those orchards and her neighbor's house is haunted. I've had personal experiences when my stepdad and grampa died. Nothing major tho.
mmmm.. well my house has a ghostie, so does my friends...
I've seen a person in my house that wasn't really there, I've been phisically touched grabbed and startled awake.. he/she/it takes things and hides them, and is generally just a mischievous jerk..
I feel weird admitting this. but I sometimes "feel" things... it's hard to explain. I'm not saying oooh, I'm psychic! I just feel stuff...
there's supposed to be a female native spirit that "haunts" this rural road. and the Mothman has been spotted in Sacramento.
oh and bigfoot apparently..
Well they say we're all a little bit psycic. Science might say it's just temperature and humidity fluctuations, but, personally, I think it's a little bit more. I've certainly felt things going into a place and then had them confirmed. It's like extreme emotions just linger in the walls.
Miss Nikki Sin{★} said:mmmm.. well my house has a ghostie, so does my friends...
I've seen a person in my house that wasn't really there, I've been phisically touched grabbed and startled awake.. he/she/it takes things and hides them, and is generally just a mischievous jerk..
I feel weird admitting this. but I sometimes "feel" things... it's hard to explain. I'm not saying oooh, I'm psychic! I just feel stuff...
there's supposed to be a female native spirit that "haunts" this rural road. and the Mothman has been spotted in Sacramento.
oh and bigfoot apparently..
This website shows everything in Ohio that is supposedly haunted. http://www.forgottenoh.com/page1.html
I can confirm some not all. I would love to confirm all of them.
These are in my county. http://www.forgottenoh.com/Counties/Warren/warrencounty.html
If you click on that and look at Peters Cartridge Co. it's a great building that use to have a haunted house in it. My husband use to help with the haunted house when he was younger and he had experiences there as well.
Our house that we live in now is currently haunted by a little boy named Adam. My oldest son talks to him often but my other 4 children talk to him as well. He just talks to Jesse more because he has such a young curious mind. Adam use to leave water puddles in the hallways, mess with the lights, doors, you name it. I went into one of those energy type store that cells herbs, stones, etc. and the person behind the counter stopped what he was doing and said I need to speak with you.
He told me there is a little boy in my house. My smart ass remark was yeah 4 of them. But he said that he wasnt from this world and he passed away in the river behind us. He also said that he looks to me like a mother since he is confused and doesn't know what to do. Sad really for the lil man since he is around Jesse age.
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