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I LIVED IN A HAUNTED HOUSE – PARANORMAL FILES PART ONE

Posted in everyday experiences, family, ghost encounters, ghost stories, ghostly tales, haunted houses, haunting true tales, hauntings, living with ghosts, metal odyssey, old country homes, old houses in the country, paranormal experiences, paranormal stories, personal ghost stories, personal paranormal experiences, specters, spooky stories, strange stories, things that go bump in the night, true ghost stories, true paranormal experiences with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on October 24, 2009 by Metal Odyssey

An introduction to a haunted house…

Years ago, I lived in an old, very old, white brick colonial house with my parents and sister. This aging and mysterious house was, (still is), located in the country outskirts of Northwestern Connecticut. This house was built in 1853… that is why I referred to it as very old. The four of us moved into this home in December of 1985. I was nineteen years old, going on twenty the very next month. Upon my very first look and subsequent tour of this house, I felt and observed it’s age almost immediately. The country atmosphere made it all the more colonial and inviting, with it’s white brick surface and black shudders against a backdrop of dense woods. The curbside view of this house could very well have been a postcard image of the dreamy New England country homestead. What you see is not always what you get, a book cannot be judged by it’s cover… and this book, (house), should be filed under haunting tales.

My family and I moved from living in a downtown neighborhood of a small city, the population being around 40,000 or so. Therefore, moving to the country and settling down in what was actually declared, a historical site by the city itself, had it’s rosy ambiance of moving up and starting anew. This was the first time in my life that I moved to a different house, the butterflies were out of control inside my stomach, anticipating a new life away from the noisy downtown hustle and bustle that I grew up with. I would later find out, as some years passed by, that starting anew in a much older and established home can have it’s dark and eerie disadvantages. Living far away from the downtown hustle and bustle could and would be a regrettable drawback.

An addition was built onto this house sometime in the 1970’s, this addition extended horizontally from the original structure. The prior owners had built the addition, my parents decided to use it as a dining room and television seating area. (It was a very large addition, the actual dimensions I cannot give with integrity, plus do actual dimensions really matter?). I point out this addition and for what purpose it served, for I and others had many paranormal experiences inside this newer addition of this house as well. Many, oh many, creepy stories I can and will spill out in regards to living in this house. I did at times enjoy living there, there are many cool and happy memories I reflect on. Still, the spooky and paranormal incidents that I experienced in this house makes me feel relieved I am no longer there. As I look back on living there, I have the desire to disclose the stories that have been locked up inside of me for the past 25 years… stories of personal encounters with the paranormal. This house proved to me, that there are times when the bad far outweigh the good. I moved to this house as the ever glowing skeptic of the paranormal, I left as a believer that there are specters and many other unexplained phenomenon that modern science has yet to find answers for.

To be continued…

MetalOdyssey

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“Ghost Hunters” reality series has me hooked

Posted in creepy incidents, ghost hunters, ghost stories, ghost theme reality television shows, paranormal experiences, paranormal reality televison, paranormal television shows, personal ghost stories, spooky stories, strange stories with tags , , , , , , , , , on May 5, 2009 by Metal Odyssey

metalodysseyI am sure, I am not the only person out there who is hooked on the reality television series called – “Ghost Hunters.” (Well I know for certain I am not the only person, for my wife is just as hooked on this show as me). Jason and Grant (the founders of “T.A.P.S.” short for The Atlantic Paranormal Society”) are definitely the only two people that do this gig on reality t.v., that never panic or run scared from things that go bump in the night. This is why I do give Jason and Grant credit, they stare down the shadow, mist, moving object, breaking object and unexplained noises/voices in the dark of night. Plus, Jason and Grant always try to debunk whatever ghostly situation they get themselves into. That is so key, that is what separates the truths from the myths. It is so great, when Wednesday nights come around, my wife and I will plant ourselves down and watch the reruns of “Ghost Hunters” that air right before the new episode. (Just in case you are unfamiliar with this show, it is on the Sci-Fi Channel). Just to give credit where it is due, the lead investigator for the “Ghost Hunters International” team, Brian, he as well does not back down from any spooky situations either. “Ghost Hunters International” is a welcomed spinoff from “Ghost Hunters”, us ghost show buffs cannot get enough spooky time.

I am so drawn into this show, (plus any other ghostly reality show that is out there – but “Ghost Hunters” is my/our favorite), probably due to the fact that I have had numerous – and I mean numerous – ghostly/paranormal experiences in my life. I really do not care in the least if anyone thinks I am pulling their leg – or if anyone does not believe in ghosts or the paranormal. Like they always say on “Ghost Hunters” – personal experiences are just that, personal. Unless I have actual recorded evidence through audio and visual media, my stories will always be accepted as such – stories. However, I do know there are quite a few people out there who do believe in ghosts and the paranormal. These people embrace stories of personal ghostly experiences – it is then up to the individual to separate fact from fiction. (I am like that, heck, I have heard and read tons of stories about ghostly haunts and the paranormal, half of these I dismiss within seconds).

I will end my article of praise for “Ghost Hunters” with a small story involving one of my ghostly encounters: The year was 1985. It was a bitter cold, Winter day and I am all alone in my parents house. It was a weekday morning, fresh snow covered the ground everywhere. A heavy door knocker was located on the outside, of the side door, to the house, in which I distinctly heard this door knocker get put to good use. The door knocker sounded loud as it rapped against the door, at least eight to ten times. The speed and force of the door knocker hitting this side door appeared to be of frantic nature. I hurried to this door to see who it may be… no one was there. My debunking at this moment of time went like this: 1. There were NO fresh or old foot tracks in the snow leading up to the house from any angle. (Again, there was freshly laid snow of about two inches which fell that morning). 2. The door knocker was heavy, it would take a human being to actually put this door knocker into use, I therefore dismissed wind or a wind gust for causing this to happen. 3. I was fully awake, preparing to go to work, no television was on at this time nor was any cool Metal music being played on my stereo. 4. This house was set in a rural area, the nearby neighbors were a good walk to get to, I dismissed it as being any sound coming from the neighbors house. During the ten years I lived in this house, I never experienced this door knocker acting strange either before or after this said incident. I made the call – has to be paranormal, right? If it was the only incident to ever happen at this address, I probably would have tossed it aside as just plain strange. (Way too many interesting & creepy incidents had happened at this particular house – I will share these in later posts). I feel it was paranormal. Feel free to make up your own mind on this – personal ghostly experience I once had.

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Auto dealer waiting room experience is bizarre!

Posted in auto dealership stories, everyday experiences, everyday people, everyday social experiences, people, psychology of strangers, strange adventures, strange stories with tags , , , , on April 29, 2009 by Metal Odyssey

metalodyssey7I set off today, on my little journey to have my car get it’s regular – 3,000 mile oil change. Nothing about arriving to the auto dealer was out of the ordinary, I checked the car in, gave the necessary information to the gentleman behind the service desk, then proceeded to the… customer waiting room. Once inside the crowded waiting room, the social nightmare had begun. I will describe to you, what I observed and heard, while I tried my hardest to blend into the atmosphere, of this god forbidden, auto dealer waiting room. 

I first noticed, as always, the majority of the customers waiting were elderly. That is fine, retired people have the morning hours to use for this purpose, I try my best to squeeze auto repair/oil change trips during weekday mornings, rather than tie up a quality Saturday morning. I did not make eye contact with anyone in this waiting room, that is rule #1. An older woman, sitting only about five feet from me, decided she wanted to cough up enough phlegm to fill a one gallon container. Her “coughing attack” became quite the scene. I do not know what was more alarming, the decibel level of her coughing or the disgusting sound of her throat clearing. This spectacle went on for about five minutes. She did everything she could to spread her infectious, bacterial microbes across the entire room. With the swine flu scare currently happening, sitting this close to any stranger this ill makes my mind wander. If I knew I needed to cough out  of control and cough up my insides, well, I would have gone to the rest room (which are very clean at this establishment, well marked too).

Another older woman decided, well, she wanted to “control the television controller” – she would not settle on any cable channel whatsoever! She acted like a toddler, given the remote for the first time in her life! (This auto establishment does have a very nice HD flat screen on the waiting room wall, with countless cable channels) I did my very best to ignore this second “incident” – I buried my eyes and thoughts into the issue of “Discover” magazine that I brought with me for support. The third incident was having to sit directly across from a middle aged woman who felt it is necessary to bring along with her – a full days worth of snacks. This gal packed away a bag of chips, granola bar and full bottle of some type of liquid in under fifteen minutes. Just as a side bar, the man who accompanied her, well, he decided it was appropriate to belch a few times to make his presence known and heard. At the point where the remote control happy woman decided to settle on far reaching news on the dreaded “swine flu outbreak” – I made my escape outside the building.

Upon returning into the auto dealer waiting room, I was well into my third hour waiting for my car. (I was informed an oil change was not the only procedure my car would be going through this particular day, surprise!) Anyhow, sitting alone now, I had the HD flat screen all to myself! Plus, someone left the “Food Network” on, cool. It was just me and one big, empty, phlegm free waiting room. So I thought. Another customer decided to venture inside and join me. At this point, giving a ballpark age for the woman who came into the waiting room is non essential. She entered the room, looked at me, looked at the food show on the HD flat screen, looked back at me and said, “do you like to cook”? My reply was – “uh, uh, yeah, sure,” to which she responded back – “good, because my first two husbands liked to cook too.” At this point I new I was in a bind. This woman then asked me if I liked to clean. Yup. She said – “my second husband kept everything neat.” I now felt like I was on the dating game from hell. I was rescued when an employee of the dealership entered the waiting room, informing this woman her courtesy ride to work was waiting. (phew). That was the end of this social twilight zone I stumbled into today.

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