Thursday, February 4, 2010

A Little Paranormal Activity Perhaps?

Do you believe in ghosts?

I do.

No, I'm not like the Osment kid. I don't see dead people.

I do however, believe spirits exist.

Good and bad.

And for whatever reason, some are more forceful in making their presence known, and some people are simply more susceptible to seeing and sensing them.

Period.

That's MY belief.



The first really scary book I read, at 13, was The Amityville Horror.

Shortly after came Carrie.

That was it. From then on I was hooked on the possibilities of the 'other world.'

Please don't send me email advising me to seek psychiatric care, or a priest.

I believe what I believe, and I believe we have angels on our shoulders, and shadows in our Korners and we simply all have to learn to live together.



I have also always believed that animals are super sensitive to ... things.

Once again, I believe what I believe.


So, all this spirit talk brings me to last night.

I'm sitting in the (w)rec(ked) room, on the computer, half watching TV.

Belle was curled up on the couch.

All of a sudden, she began growling.

Not the snarling, teeth bearing growl, but a really low, slow, deep in her throat growl.

I thought she was dreaming.

She'd take a breath, then start the low rumbling again.

She did this half a dozen times, before I finally leaned back in my chair to get a better look at her face, and realized she wasn't asleep at all.


Her eyes were open and focused on the other side of the room.

In the corner of the (w)rec(ked) room, sits the 100+yr old rocking chair that was in Dad's family, and an entertainment unit.

Belle was staring from one to the other, and growling and growling ... and growling.

I looked up the stairs, thinking maybe one of the boys was on the landing. But knowing at the same time she wouldn't growl at THEM anyway.

I looked over into the dark corner. Nothing. Obviously.

Belle wasn't as convinced.

She completely ignored my 'what is it girl', and in slow motion, uncurled herself, almost one paw at a time, off the couch and slowly approached the corner.

The low growl upped a notch, as she sniffed her way along the edge of the unit, and over to the chair.

Stopping. Staring. No more growling. Just staring. Then sniffing again.

Then, all of a sudden, she looks over at me, I gave her a 'what?' and she flies across the room over to my side, giving a backwards glance to the corner, before putting her head in my lap.


I won't lie. The whole thing was a little freaky.


I stared over into the corner.

What the hell was over there?

A little paranormal activity perhaps?

Then gave my head a shake, reminded myself I didn't want to know what was over there. Could live the rest of my live very happily, should I never experience it's wonder.

There's absolutely NO Ghost Whisperer blood in this chick!

And let me say it again, I don't see dead people, nor do I ever want to!


But ... the creepiness doesn't end there, my friends ;-)


For her good guard dog spirit, I took Belle upstairs for a treat.

I came back downstairs, settled myself at the computer again, and not ten minutes later, one of the cats comes along.

The quiet one.

The one you never see.

The one you never hear.

She comes out when SHE wants to and ONLY then.


I didn't notice her at first. I wasn't looking in her direction.

I had no idea she was there, until this strangled meowing burst through the room.

At ear piercing levels.

Over, and over and over and ...


I whipped my head towards the screeching, and there was kitty. Sitting in the exact spot Belle had been growling, sniffing and staring at.

My little mute kitty, staring and screaming at me, as if I'd just taken a hacksaw to the back end of her tail.


This went on for a good couple of minutes, until I did the only thing I could, that would undoubtedly end the madness.

I walked to the laundry room, shook the cat food bag, and topped off the bowl.

The sound of the bag was enough to snap her out of it, and send her running.

She was happy, I was happy the noise had stopped.


Whatever was in the corner? I'm hoping it's happy. Happy would be good ;-)


I know many of you completely disregard the possibility of ghosts and/or paranormal activity. And that's cool. I'm all for everyone having their own beliefs, and explanations for why unexplainable things happen.


For me, I still believe we have angels on our shoulders, and shadows in the Korners.

And considering over the last 30 some years, I've experienced my own unexplainable occurrences, and the fact this isn't the first time I've seen one of my animals act this way ... I'm sticking with the animals!

Now, where did I put that Dr Doolittle movie. Time to brush up on my Dog and Cat whispering ...

K

10 comments:

DRB said...

Creep-yyyy.

Here one more for you...Children of the Corn. Remember that?

Sue said...

That's freaky.

Bonnie S. said...

That is freaky! I love Ghost Whisperer and I believe the same as you. I think children have the same ability. At my sister's old house, she used to say that her cats used to always stare at her front entry way all the time and get agitated. When Nicholas was just a couple of months old, we went for a visit to her house. He kept looking at that same corner and laughing! Something was amusing him but I couldn't see it. Weeeeeeird.

Kim's Korner said...

DRB - I had no idea who you were for a minute, until I saw your pic LOL. Yes, it WAS creepy! Especially when the next night, a different cat randomly decided to lay on top of the tv (that big tv lol) and was staring at the same corner.

Oh, and YES! I LOVED children of the corn! That evil little Isaac gave me the creeps too!

Sue - Yeah, freaky, and yet, I'm still sitting in a mostly dark basement lol. And glancing over to the corner every now and then LOL.

I almost feel like I should put out cookies and milk! (kidding people!)

Bon - I absolutely agree about kids being 'sensitive' too! Kids and pets. And ooooohhhhh that's cool in a creepy way about your sister's house :-) See ... kids and pets. And as long as whatever they're seeing is making them smile, I'm OK with that ;-)

Angelia Sims said...

I like to think there is energy left from past people. What's interesting to me is what stirs it up?

I would have FREAKED if the animals were going off.

I had a little paranormal experience or two myself but I wrote about this one.
http://youthinkyoucanblog.wordpress.com/2009/10/30/my-paranormal-experience/

Confessions From A Working Mom said...

I do believe in ghosts, I do believe in ghosts (Channeling the cowardly lion here...). I always have actually; interesting to read about your near-conversion!

And I love how you wrote (w)rec(ked) room. Too funny.

~Elizabeth
Confessions From A Working Mom

AmericanTribal said...

Omg, that is freaking creeeeeeeepy!

Laura said...

My 20y/o daughter definitely believes in the paranormal & she sees & hears them in our house and they freak her out...I'm just glad I don't see or hear anything.

Aleta said...

"we have angels on our shoulders, and shadows in the Korners"

I like that and agree with you. I believe in angels and I believe in spirits as well.

And if I don't, all I'd have to do is watch my cat. From time to time he gets SO focused on things in a room. I can't see anything moving, but he is focusing and watching and following a movement that I can't see.. yep, I believe.

Oh and did you know that one iPhones there is an app for "ghosts." Greg has it and it's supposed to pick up on currents or something and show little blips on the screen and... it will flash words on teh screen too, that supposedly the ghosts are trying to communicate through. Wild.

Mandy P said...

I've had something like this happen before! SO freaky!!! LOVED This post. Keep us posted if anything else happens!

=)