29 October 2010

Doll Giveaway!

Hurry...entry deadline is midnight October 30th! Somebody is going to win this very cool doll :)


Heather said...

Contest Entry: So I thought I'd post here, too. I won't post the same thing twice--what fun would that be?

My experience with the paranormal began as a child. I was always 'sensitive' to unseen things and was good at predicting small events, like phone calls and things that people were going to say.

When I was 12, I had a best friend (who was basically my ONLY friend at the time) and we both became sick and missed school. We saw each other at the Boys and Girls club and she asked me to come home with her. Afraid of getting in trouble, I begged off and went home.

At home, I talked with her on the phone for a while and taught her "American Pie" ("This will be the day that I die") after Paint It Black and some other oldies. She loved them. At the end of the call, she had to go take her medicine and we sang American Pie one last time.

That night, I had terrible dreams about fire and trying to find her.

The next day, my mom came home and said, "Heather, it's April..."

I just looked up and said, "Is she dead?"

There had been a fire and because of the cough medicine she took, she never woke up. Her mother lost both her daughters that night (her sons survived) partly because of the burglar bars on their windows. April was 12, like me and her sister was in high school.

Skipping the terribly haunted house I lived in in high school (a toaster once flew across the kitchen at my mom's head while I was in the living room, coming to the kitchen--it flew outward by about 2-3" right at her from on top of the fridge to where she was cooking at the stove), when my husband and I first met in person (we met online months before) he flew here and then flew us down to New Orleans to meet with more friends from our online group.

While there, we stayed in an Inn in Geismar. We had one jacket and hung it on the single coat rod. Randomly, it would slide back and forth along the totally level rod. We checked everywhere and there was no draft, no airflow at all to move it. And it slid both ways.

Going back a way, I was on a family vacation with a friend, coming back from Colorado (to Missouri) when it became late and we pulled into this small town to find a place to sleep. I could see shapes moving out in the darkness and this pervasive sense of Wrong filled me with terror and the need to leave. Immediately.

I started telling my friend we couldn't stay there, we had to get away, get away now. Her walkie talkie buzzed on and her parents (in a separate vehicle) said, "Your sister is freaking out and says we have to leave. We're thinking we might want to find another town to stay in tonight."

My friend confirmed that I was acting the exact same way and thankfully her parents were spiritual people who believed us. I don't remember what town it was, just a small one in KS before we got to Salina, which is where we ended up staying. But in two separate vehicles, her little sister and I saw and felt the exact same thing. She described exactly what I had.

And for my last ghost story... In the last house we lived in before this one, there was one night where I felt this incredibly disturbing feeling. I felt sick and terrified and knew exactly where it was coming from--like hearing a sound, only with a completely different sense.

I felt it moving around the house and locked the doors in fear. Then this scratching sound started on the back porch door (enclosed porch--the door was non-functional--we used it as a library). I was freaking out and staring at the source of the sound and then a banging started against it. I touched the glass of the door with my left hand that led to the porch and jerked my hand back. There were scratches up and down my left arm. I started praying frantically and it faded away.

When my husband (then fiance) got home, I had him look and there were scratches on my arm and my shoulder where I couldn't see.

So, I hope you enjoyed my non-fiction entry as much as my fiction entry on facebook!

Heather said...

That was supposed to be 2'-3'--feet, not inches, lol, in the 'toaster' incident.

asuka said...

Contest entry: For years, at night, I'd hear all sorts of scary sounds that, coupled with the house 'settling', scared the hell out of me. Stories were made up of how they'd be ghosts, remnants from people who lived here before, punishment for this or that... in the end, it turned out to be a couple of neighbours that, drunk or sober, fought every night. Not that creepy once the mystery was unveiled. But up until that point...!

Ľubaša said...

I ve spent my only halloween in Canada in 1993. I do remember some decoration on the trees around houses and it was always eyes catching - as for everybody who doesnt use to see such hanging figures and birds in his own country. it was interesting and I am glad to be there in that time but I strictly prefer to follow only our local tradition. in these days there is a all saints day, christian holidays:
thanks for chance to enter. Lubica
lubaska dot k at gmail dot com