I’m not sure if it stems from my lifelong depression, but I’ve always been a huge fan of the macabre. I borrowed my mom’s Sylvia Browne books when I was younger, and really got a taste for the paranormal. I went through a “goth” phase in high school, and I’m still drawn to anything with a skull on it – I just really dig dark stuff.
I had a friend in high school who was also into the paranormal, so we decided to try to go “look” for something. We looked up places that claimed to be haunted in our area, and settled upon an old graveyard in Nashua, NH that allegedly had activity. They claim that it used to be a Native American battleground, and that the spirits of the Native Americans became angry when non-natives were buried there. People have said that a strange fog rolls in, that they hear whispers and see orbs darting around, and some have even seen full apparitions walking between the stones.
So we went out to the cemetery a few times at different times of day, took pictures, and tried communicating, but we didn’t find much. We didn’t “see” anything, but we found a baby’s head stone that had a hole through it, which we thought was strange. The pictures we took were interesting – we actually saw several “orbs,” and little rainbow streaks on a lot of them. This was before digital cameras, but I still have the pictures somewhere.
We were disappointed that we didn’t catch any activity, but I’ve always tried to keep myself open to having an experience. My mother is definitely a believer, and she believes that her father communicates with her occasionally. She has a stuffed elephant from him on a shelf above her bed, and once in a while for no reason at all, the elephant falls off the shelf onto her. I absolutely believe that we’re not alone – there’s just too much proof (and I don’t mean reality show proof) to believe otherwise.
What’s your experience with the paranormal? Do you believe?