《Real Life Paranormal Experiences Part 1》The Haunted Lighthouse
Advertisement
Since I was born I've been around ghosts, or spirits, or whatever you want to call them. When I was little I used to think that I could see Jesus, who I thought was the man I'd always see in my grammy's home, turning just around the corner as I chased after him. Like me, my mom is also a firm believer in the supernatural or paranormal, and she complains that I have seen or felt more than her. I told her that you have to have an open and welcoming mind. When I go somewhere that is known to have hauntings I generally clear my mind and invite non-malicious spirits to make contact with me, maybe that's why so much has happened.
~
My sister and I don't visit my dad's parents often. The house they live in sits in the middle of a swamp just outside of a run-down, small town. It's a little charming, if you're into that type of stuff, but mostly creepy. My nana said the house was built on top of Native American burial grounds, my question is why would she stay there then? Especially since there is always the sensation that you're being watched, inside or outside. You're always on edge there, in or out of the house, which is a two-story, and even though heat rises and there is a tin roof, the upstairs is always cold and eerie. Even my uncle, who doesn't believe in anything at all, feels a little wary up there. When I visit I always sleep downstairs, and never go anywhere without my sister. The house has a history of continuous hauntings, from which my nana's determined there are a few ghosts: a middle-aged man, an old woman, an old man (supposedly a Native American chief), a baby, and a few kids.
Before I was born, there were already a few "happenings".
The old man apparently doesn't like women, I've heard many stories of my nana or my aunts being pushed down the stairs, their hair being pulled, or bruises randomly appearing on their body. He also liked to yell and scream at them in frightening fits. Thankfully, my nana called for a cleansing, and that old man hasn't been seen or heard from since.
Advertisement
There have also been many reports of things being lost, and then magically turning up in plain sight, things like: cameras, toys, little knickknacks, etc. Pictures have been knocked off walls no one is near, lights turn on and off, footsteps can be heard up and down the stairs. I've heard it at night, it's slow and scary, like someone is dragging their feet.
All of the grandchildren have been seen talking to and playing with no-one. This was when I was really little, so I don't remember that, but I can believe it.
My step-mom and step-cousin have both seen a little boy, once on the stairs and another on the edge of the woods. His clothes are torn and in tatters, and he has small cuts on his arms and legs that make it look like he'd been running through the woods. There might be another child, but no one's sure.
There's also an old woman that my nana says takes care of the children. She's normally in the kitchen. Once I was getting a lollipop from where my nana keeps them, and suddenly I felt lightheaded and like I was about to throw up. As soon as I moved away to sit down the feeling went away, but when I walked back over to the spot I was standing at I felt the feeling again. I kept walking back and forth from the spot until the feeling went away. My nana told me that when spirits touch us sometimes we get physically sick.
I was sitting at the table once coloring, and like in the back of my head I heard heavy boots thudding around in the front of the house, and a man talking far away. I got up to go look and see if my pa was home, but he wasn't, so it was only my nana, my sister, and I. I asked my nana if it was hunting season and she said no. I looked out the windows and no one was there.
Advertisement
Another time I was sitting on the couch across from my nana, who was in her recliner next to the lamp. Suddenly the light clicked off and she huffed a little, and said to turn the light back on. Immediately it came back on. This happens a lot.
Apparently someone else had taken a picture of a corner of a cell, and they could clear as day she an old man sitting there, sort of bent over.
We've gone on a few more tours but nothing notable has really happened. Whenever we do go though, I always draw spirits toward me, whether they have a faint presence or not. Maybe it's just my family, since one of my aunts on my dad's side can see and talk to spirits, and my nana is also very intuitive. I know that there is a middle aged man that is by my aunt's side almost all the time, but for some reason my nana doesn't like him and told him he is not allowed in her house. It sounds like something out of a book, something way too fake, but I don't know anymore. I just accept that I don't know anything about the afterlife. Sometimes if you ask questions or talk the lamp will react.
~
Those are little things, nothing ever big has happened to me. St. Augustine was mentioned before, and I can vouch that that place must be one of the most haunted in America.
My family has been visiting in St. Augustine for years, we love it so much. They have many ghost tours, I think we've been on almost all of them.
The famous St. Augustine lighthouse has quite a tale. One of the builders or workers or whatever had two daughters. They used to play with their friend in one of the mining carts they used to transport materials in. They'd slide along the tracks until it got closer to the sea where they'd stop it, but this time it didn't stop. All three of the girls tumbled into the water with the cart on top of them, only the friend survived. There is a park near the spot where they drowned, my great-grandmother used to take my mom there when she was little to play, and in one tree my great-grandmother would stop and tell my mom to wave to the little girl up there. Sometimes she would talk to her. One of these tours took us back there, and I was staring for a long time at the playset when a huge bright light, clear as day, flew past me. I was so freaked out I ran to my mom and started crying.
I don't know if it was the same tour or not, but we also went to the St. Augustine jail. It had just rained, so you could smell the urine soaked into the floor from hundreds of years ago, it was disgusting. We were looking into the cells, and a bench was squeezed in them for people to sit down. My uncle was with us and he started to tell me to sit down, then he suddenly pulled me up by my shirt and held me close. Thinking he was hugging me, I hugged him back, and he asked me what I was doing. Later I learned that he had felt something grab him from the back even though no one was behind him, and when he went home there was blood all over his hands, even though he found no cuts or scratches anywhere on him.
Advertisement
Rebuild World
Akira, was born in the slum and wishes to get out but the only way he could was to risk his life in these ruin as a hunter. These ruins, known as the Old World, were danger zone where beast roam; buildings crumble, and other humans hunt their own… Though Akira had expected to face death countless times there, he had never expected to meet a naked woman there. Standing exposed with her curvaceous curves and bosom out for all to admire, Alpha, the breathtaking beauty stood there, looking back at him. This mysterious enchantress walked towards Akira and…
8 233Epilogue
Revised version now available! Amazon paperback, ebook, audiobook, Kobo, B&N, Google In the war-torn land of Cyraveil, four heroes strove to overthrow an empire. By cold steel and elemental sorcery, they brought peace to a warring land on the brink of destruction. As the flames died, the realm needed strong leadership, and who better than the champions who had saved the kingdom? But when the people sought out their saviors... they vanished. Matt, Blake, Jen, and Carl: the four mysterious companions, who together had deposed an insane ruler and saved countless lives, were gone—spirited back in a whirlwind of magic to a sleepy suburb in Mellbridge, Oregon, never to return. The friends found themselves home in the real world, exactly as they'd been the night they were taken, as if no time had passed... except only three came back. Hi there! This was my entry for National Novel Writing Month, because why only write one series at a time? The more the merrier! (meanwhile, my keyboard bursts into flames...) I'm also the writer of The Last Science, an ongoing low-fantasy/speculative sci-fi series. If you're familiar with that, you know what to expect here: lots of character-focused drama and dialogue, not a whole lot of traditional action. However, I'm writing a bit differently than usual here, and in a very different structure, so there should be some surprises for returning readers. I hope you enjoy it! [Discord] — for those of you who want to hang out and chat. Cover art (fullsize): Path of Revelation, by taenaron (Tobias Roetsch), modified by Etzoli. Normally I like to do my own cover art from scratch, but I was in a rush for the contest. Might be replaced down the line if I get time. [winner of the NaNoWriMo Royal Road 2018 challenge—Most Favorites]
8 146The Tempestatem
When Gale Storm is murdered, death brings with it an unexpected ticket to the fantastical world of Mioverold - a place rife with dangerous creatures and political conflict. While the adversaries may be driven by common goals, they have vastly different approaches. Faced with these uniquely powerful combatants, and no chance to return to life as he knows it, Gale must decide what to do next. Choosing a side to spend his afterlife with isn't going to be easy, since war is just as much about perspectives as it is about the absolutes of right or wrong.
8 208The Smol Detective
This is a fanfic set in the universe of They Are Smol, an awesome series of stories which you should totally go read right now if you haven’t. The Smol Detective features one Oscar Williams, your standard Manly Badass DudeTM who gets thrown into a larger world where his physical skills are about as useful as a bucket of donkey spit. Therefore, he’ll have to adapt and do so quickly. It turns out that humans are really good at that sort of thing. But still, he’d better adapt fast. Because Oscar’s about to get sucked into a web of alien intrigue, drugs, and murder which will tax his other abilities to the limit… Formal Disclaimer Type Thing: I do not take credit for the original setting, this story is set in an alternate version of the 'They are Smol' universe, written by the one, the only u/tinyprancinghorse.TPH takes many forms and is known by many names. He is like Nyarlathotep, only smaller and cuter and more prancey. TPH also has a Website should you require more Smol Shenanigans in your life. And of course you do, so go ye forth and read. The cover art for this story comes courtesy of the mighty Akella, and you should totally go and throw money at them for commissions because they are awesome.
8 177The Delusion of Stars
One day, Allen wakes up from a strange dream. He is subjected to a series of supernatural events and concludes that he and some others may have superpowers. Meeting others like himself, the powers turn out to be more than he bargained for. Allen walks a fine line between good and evil as he learns more about the people around him, and himself. When given the opportunity to use a unique supernatural ability to achieve your goals, what sacrifices are you truly willing to make? [participant in the Royal Road Writathon challenge]
8 101Mystic Messenger AU [FF//ONESHOTS]
Mystic Messenger OneShots and Fanfictions :))[ D O N E ] 10/17/16
8 139