Ghost stories...
Jul. 27th, 2003 03:11 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
ikyrianSometimes, when I sit alone during the wee hours of the morning, I can hear strange whisperings. Just snippets of conversations, snatches of songs, and the odd thrum of people talking just out of the range of my hearing. Mostly it's voices of my family replaying an old argument or conversation, but sometimes...sometimes there are other whispers, a little harsher, a little older, and far more frightening.
Sometimes, I can manage to convince myself that it's just the house settling, but other times I think it's more like conversations that have happened in the place I'm at or a room or two over, repeating themselves, for whatever reason, rehashing and resolving issues long past. Oddly enough, it only happens in certain rooms. Like my bedroom or the downstairs bathroom. I swear to God that I've gotten out of bed at two or three in the morning and gone downstairs to see if someone had been up and went back to bed, leaving the TV or the radio on, set low, as not to bother the people who are sleeping. But as I begin to make my way down the stairs, the voices begin to fade and the songs seem to die. Oft times I can make no sense of what is being said, and other times, it's as clear as a bell, like the time I swore up and down my brother came into my room and said my name, waking me up, only to realize that I was alone, and his soft spoken words were naught but a figment of my imagination or memory (hopefully). It could be just me becoming mildly schizophrenic, but I don't think so. It could be something else, but that's really too creepy to contemplate.
Because I know I've had mildly prophetic dreams before. Because I *do* believe in deja-vu. Because I have seen ghosts and they were *not* a mere imagining. Because I have walked into a room and felt a cold spot, or opened a door and had the feeling that I should *not* be invading that space. And most of all, because I *do not* want to believe that I'm going insane.
Thankfully, the whisperings to don't really reach the computer room. They would have to be fairly loud to be heard over the humming of the computers and various other electrical equipment. And right now I'm really creeping myself out and I do believe it's time for bed...
Sometimes, I can manage to convince myself that it's just the house settling, but other times I think it's more like conversations that have happened in the place I'm at or a room or two over, repeating themselves, for whatever reason, rehashing and resolving issues long past. Oddly enough, it only happens in certain rooms. Like my bedroom or the downstairs bathroom. I swear to God that I've gotten out of bed at two or three in the morning and gone downstairs to see if someone had been up and went back to bed, leaving the TV or the radio on, set low, as not to bother the people who are sleeping. But as I begin to make my way down the stairs, the voices begin to fade and the songs seem to die. Oft times I can make no sense of what is being said, and other times, it's as clear as a bell, like the time I swore up and down my brother came into my room and said my name, waking me up, only to realize that I was alone, and his soft spoken words were naught but a figment of my imagination or memory (hopefully). It could be just me becoming mildly schizophrenic, but I don't think so. It could be something else, but that's really too creepy to contemplate.
Because I know I've had mildly prophetic dreams before. Because I *do* believe in deja-vu. Because I have seen ghosts and they were *not* a mere imagining. Because I have walked into a room and felt a cold spot, or opened a door and had the feeling that I should *not* be invading that space. And most of all, because I *do not* want to believe that I'm going insane.
Thankfully, the whisperings to don't really reach the computer room. They would have to be fairly loud to be heard over the humming of the computers and various other electrical equipment. And right now I'm really creeping myself out and I do believe it's time for bed...
(Denise)
Date: 2003-08-23 11:01 pm (UTC)If I ever stop by your house, can you show me what you mean? (And just to be sure, I'm not trying to make light of what you said.)