Let me preface this with a smidge of personal history. I am a Catholic and was raised that way. My mumsy always told me it was a sin to believe in ghosts, that there's no way "lost souls" could exist, yadda yadda. And I was scared to question it for fear of being sent into the fiery depths of hell. BUT that didn't curb my natural curiosity with anything unexplained. I still don't believe in the whole "lost soul" thing. But I have my own theory. IF ghosts do indeed exist, mayhaps purgatory (if you don't know, it's the place where your soul goes to be purified before you can enter into heaven) is on earth!? Yes? No? I don't know. And that bothers me.
So the first thing that happened when I was a kid, I can't say it was ghosts or whatever, but it is unexplained. So my old house (well it wasn't old when I lived there, it was built when I was a young child). Anywho, rather than try to explain this layout, I will insert an illustration...
So as you can see, my house was on a hill. and the shorter part of our diveway was steep and leveled out where it met the longer part of our shared driveway (the brown rectangle in he corner was my neighbor's house). So my bedroom window was in the front corner of the house, looking out over the driveway. I would see little blue lights floating around in the woods across from my house (in the general area labeled "woods" with floating blue lights painted on it.) It wasn't just me, my cousin saw them too. He's actually the one who pointed them out. I had ignored them up until that point. You see, all that was back there was woods. There was an old railroad track that was no longer in use but no houses or peope of any sort. And they weren't freaking fireflies, if that's what you're thinking. I lived in the country, so there were no lights, or anything back there. I will never know what the plums that was. PS: I hace no idea why my alignment switched to center and I can't find the button to change it back! I'm just that dumb.
So onto the strangest and most convincing "paranormal" thing that has happened to me. There is no explanation for this. None. No logic is present here. So this happened after I moved out of that house into a condo type thing in MT. We were on the second floor, all the windows shut, and it was around 1:00am. I'm laying on my couch all by myself (everyone else was in bed like normal people). So from where I was facing, the TV was on my left and the hallway leading to the bedrooms/bathrooms was straight ahead of me, to the right a bit, so I could only see part way down the hall. On my right was our laundry room then the kitchen. So I'm laying there watching Inside Eventing and all of a sudden I get this strong waft of the most floral, like, heavy floral scent coming at me. It was almost like if that guy that wears too much axe (doesn't everyone have one of those?), the one who you can smell before you see him (and know which direction he's coming from). It was almost like that, only a flowery scent. Now this was NOT any perfume, kitchen item, or laundry item in our house. I've never smelled it before or since. I lay on my back, petrified as if Medusa herself had appeared and stared deeply into my pupils. Later on once I had mustered up the courage to get off the couch and into my bedroom, I FLEW in there, and all traces of the scent were gone. It had only lingered for moment, actually, before disappearing completely. WTF.
So a few days (or months, perhaps a fortnight) later I mentioned it to my mom. She told me that Mary. THE Mary, the Mother of Jesus Mary, when she has appeared to people, they report a heavy scent of roses. She said maybe she had visited me. My first thought was "dear God I HOPE SO!" Because then I have nothing to fear. But then, if it was her, why in the name of all things good and pure in this world would she be visiting little ol' me at 1am, in the darkness, scaring me to the point of almost wetting myself (not really, but when I'm nervous/scared I do usually have to whaz. Sorry, TMI, let's just pretend that didn't happen, ok?)
Ok, so that's it. Don't you worry though, my darlings, for there are more to come. This was just the beginning and the stuff that happened in my next house is much scarier and more appropriate to tell around a campfire. Now there's an idea. I wanna tell ghost stories around a campfire NOW. I don't care that it's skimming freezing on the mercury. I think I have ADD, as well as OCD and extreme laziness. Ok bye! OH and get ready for mayhaps a video or two in the very near future. I may acutally record my next video and post the link on there. Typing up my experiences is hard work! My wittle fingers are tired. And like I said, I suffer from extreme laziness.
Peace out, homies.
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