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liptonrm_backupHAPPY HALLOWEEN!!
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shirebound posted a poll about believing in the supernatural and I clicked on the little tog for, 'Yes, absolutely and not just because of TV shows but because I've had an experience.' I didn't further elucidate my stance because I wanted to wait till Halloween to tell the story. Some of you have heard it and some of you haven't but I sweear that it's true. cross my heart, hope to die, stick a needle in my eye
Once upon a time I spent 18 months in South Texas as a mormon missionary. I loved it, loved what I was doing, loved the area, didn't love the heat so much and there are a couple companions who weren't my all time favorite people but over all the experience was a great one.
About six months into my stay I moved from Mission, TX to Edinburg, TX, both of which can be considered "suburbs" of McAllen, I suppose, though McAllen really isn't big enough to have suburbs. The place we lived in in Edinburg was one of those second floor house/apartment deals where there's a single family dwelling beneath you and you take a (rickety, in this case) set of stairs on the outside of the house up to one's apartment. Anyway, I was rather fond of it, at first, there was a tree outside the window, a rarity in Texas and a nice detail for this Michigan girl who was missing any arborealization. So I was happy there, it was a little dingy and full of the effluvia of years of transient sister missionaries but I was content.
Until That Evening. It was twilight and my companion and I were on our way home after a full and busy day when this horrible feeling of anxiety started growing in my stomach. At first I wrote it off because random anxiety has happened to me in the past but the closer we got to our apartment the worse it got. By the time we got there it was full on dark and I don't think I've ever been more afraid in my life then when I climbed those rickety old steps and Sister Hightower opened the door onto a pitch black room. I can't even describe how terrified I was, I could feel something but I didn't know what it was and all I knew was that it was bad.
I wouldn't even go in until my companion had gone into the bedroom and switched on the light. I ducked in and got through the living room as fast as possible and shut the bedroom door behind me. It felt marginally safer then the living room and there was nothing that anyone could've said or done that would've gotten me to open that door again. I went through the motions of getting ready for bed but I felt like there was something watching me, that if I turned around fast enough I would catch something bad just behind my back. I never saw anything, not that night or at any point afterwards and I can only think that's a good thing. I can't begin to imagine (and don't want to) what would've happend to me if I had actually seen whatever was really there.
Somehow I fell alseep that night and morning did come and I was able to step outside of the room when the sun was up. Not every night after that was as bad but it was never good and not long after that we moved out of that apartment. I'm not sure if the guys in charge ever actually believed me but it doesn't really matter because I know it was real and it was bad. I can't explain it and I don't know what exactly it was but it was there and I'll never forget it.
And let's not forget about the time when I was a kid and laying in bed and something tapped me on the shoulder. I had a couple strange experiences in that room.
So, yeap, ghosts are real. Happy Halloween.
On Sunday
shirebound posted a poll about believing in the supernatural and I clicked on the little tog for, 'Yes, absolutely and not just because of TV shows but because I've had an experience.' I didn't further elucidate my stance because I wanted to wait till Halloween to tell the story. Some of you have heard it and some of you haven't but I sweear that it's true. cross my heart, hope to die, stick a needle in my eyeOnce upon a time I spent 18 months in South Texas as a mormon missionary. I loved it, loved what I was doing, loved the area, didn't love the heat so much and there are a couple companions who weren't my all time favorite people but over all the experience was a great one.
About six months into my stay I moved from Mission, TX to Edinburg, TX, both of which can be considered "suburbs" of McAllen, I suppose, though McAllen really isn't big enough to have suburbs. The place we lived in in Edinburg was one of those second floor house/apartment deals where there's a single family dwelling beneath you and you take a (rickety, in this case) set of stairs on the outside of the house up to one's apartment. Anyway, I was rather fond of it, at first, there was a tree outside the window, a rarity in Texas and a nice detail for this Michigan girl who was missing any arborealization. So I was happy there, it was a little dingy and full of the effluvia of years of transient sister missionaries but I was content.
Until That Evening. It was twilight and my companion and I were on our way home after a full and busy day when this horrible feeling of anxiety started growing in my stomach. At first I wrote it off because random anxiety has happened to me in the past but the closer we got to our apartment the worse it got. By the time we got there it was full on dark and I don't think I've ever been more afraid in my life then when I climbed those rickety old steps and Sister Hightower opened the door onto a pitch black room. I can't even describe how terrified I was, I could feel something but I didn't know what it was and all I knew was that it was bad.
I wouldn't even go in until my companion had gone into the bedroom and switched on the light. I ducked in and got through the living room as fast as possible and shut the bedroom door behind me. It felt marginally safer then the living room and there was nothing that anyone could've said or done that would've gotten me to open that door again. I went through the motions of getting ready for bed but I felt like there was something watching me, that if I turned around fast enough I would catch something bad just behind my back. I never saw anything, not that night or at any point afterwards and I can only think that's a good thing. I can't begin to imagine (and don't want to) what would've happend to me if I had actually seen whatever was really there.
Somehow I fell alseep that night and morning did come and I was able to step outside of the room when the sun was up. Not every night after that was as bad but it was never good and not long after that we moved out of that apartment. I'm not sure if the guys in charge ever actually believed me but it doesn't really matter because I know it was real and it was bad. I can't explain it and I don't know what exactly it was but it was there and I'll never forget it.
And let's not forget about the time when I was a kid and laying in bed and something tapped me on the shoulder. I had a couple strange experiences in that room.
So, yeap, ghosts are real. Happy Halloween.
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