You have to see it to believe it

I was out with a friend this past weekend and he asks, "Are you really afraid of ghosts?" It took me by surprise for a second and then I realized that he was talking about my past posts. I forget that what I put out there can actually come back into conversation in the real world. I was living in this bubble of Internet world and then real world. Not many people know of my online rants in my real world, so I forget that there are a few people who do read this site.

Anyway, took you around the world to come back to this topic. Ghosts... do I really believe in them. Hhmm... Let me think about that answer.

HELL YEAH!

I've had many "unexplained" experiences in the past and somehow I am drawn to the paranormal or occult. I watch these stupid shows all the time and one of my latest shows is called "The Haunted". It's basically a re-enactment of what someone went through in the past. You know, like haunted houses or possessions. Blah, blah, blah. It's not really caught on camera, so it's not that official. What it is though, is scary as shit. It's like watching a ghost story for an hour. And fuck me if I end up watching these stupid shows right before I go to sleep. I always do that to myself. Anywho.. off subject again. I always yell at the TV, "Get the hell out of the house. Why don't you tell someone what you just saw? You idiot." I like to talk to the TV. Makes me feel more powerful or something.

Well, tonight I watched three of them back to back. I started thinking, shit that was me. I was fixing that computer in this guys house and was supposed to be alone. He left a key for me in the back yard. I rang the door bell several times just in case, but no one was home. I let myself in and started to work on the computer. About fifteen minutes into the repair I look up and there was this woman staring at me. She was giving me this real intense look. I told her I was sorry and I didn't know anyone was home. I looked down at the computer again and started talking to her. She never responded so I looked back up. She was gone. "Fuck" I thought I pissed her off and she would tell her husband that I just let myself in while she was home. I finished the computer and called out to her that I was done. No answer. I called again. Nothing. I walked all over both the upstairs and downstairs of the house, but no one was there. Then a cold chill went down my spine. I got the hell out of there and took off so fast. I asked the guy about his wife, but she was out of town for the week. No one was supposed to be there.

I never told anyone about that incident. Not my boss, not the guy, not even my wife at the time. I didn't want anyone to think I was crazy. I also never went back to his house to do any of the work. I told my boss I didn't feel comfortable working in his house by myself and requested that he drop off his computer at our shop if he needed any work on it. It wasn't until a couple of years later that I started to tell a few people about that incident.

I'm just like those people. I didn't know what to think and knew that if I ever told people they would look at me like I was a freak. I guess as time passes, it's easier to tell people what happened. This is why all of those stories took place twenty or thirty years ago. Enough time passed by to let them share their experiences with the world.

And for all those skeptics out there... you can have your opinion. But when something occurs to you, don't come running to me because I'll tell you "I told you so".