Into the Paranormal: Things That Go Bump In The Night

Yep! You did read the title right. After all this time of me promising more “Into the Paranormal” blogs to no avail, I’m going to bring them back, for sure this time. I’m going with a new weekly format where I post on Mondays about writing, Wednesdays about the paranormal, and Fridays are free-for-all days.

Anyways, the topic I’m going to be talking about today is Things That Go Bump In The Night. I love watching Ghost Adventures. They really document and share their experiences with the viewers about the places they go ghost hunting. Ghost Hunters? I’ve watched it, but it’s not the same. They don’t do things as well as Ghost Adventures, in my personal opinion. (Ghost Hunters International is cool to watch sometimes because of the different places they go, but they do things similarly to Ghost Hunters. Maybe I’ll have to do a post on the different ghost hunting shows, but I digress…)

I’m a writer and lover of all things paranormal. Why is that? Have I had an uber crazy experience with it? Not as per se. For example, I’ve had several instances where I’ll have a dream about someone I haven’t spoken to in a long time and then receive an email from that person the next morning. That’s pretty cool, but I haven’t had a ghostly experience or been visited by any sexy werewolves. Part of me ponders what it’d be like to experience something spooky and know it involved a ghost or something along those lines. But I think I’m okay without that.

Anyways! Getting into my topic, I did have a pretty nerve wracking experience when I was younger. My mother and I were staying with a family friend in an old house in the very small town of Adams, Tennessee. It basically just had a gas station, a museum and gift shop on the Bell Witch, which also housed a small restaurant, a church, and a post office. If you’ve ever heard of the Bell Witch that is where she haunted the Bell family. I’d already known about those tales when we’d gone to stay with the family friend for a few weeks.

That already is kind of freaky, right? Being in the same town as a infamous haunting! Well, the family friend lived across from a church with a graveyard, which really added to the spookiness! I looked out the window at night torn between hoping I would or wouldn’t see something strolling through the cemetery.

One night, there was a bad storm. The friend was off at her boyfriend’s house or something. There was just my mom and me at the creaky, very old house. The lights flickered, and there were strong winds. The house already freaked me regardless of it being dark and stormy that night, but put together with that. Wow! Creepy.

We closed both of the doors coming into the spare room, and I huddled under the blankets. Needless to say, I was happy when we left that town! So…? I didn’t see anything. But just knowing that I was so close to where hauntings really had happened emphasized my fear (and overactive imagination, of course. I am a writer, after all.), and well, the graveyard being right there didn’t help either! *grins*

How about you? Have you experienced anything paranormal? If not, would you want to if you had the option? Also, what topics would you like to see me discuss?

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