OK, serious ghost question here. Why I am so darn scared is because when I was young, I seemed to have certain abilities.
Not being a smart Alec here, but on many occasions I would dream the future, undeniably, not dejavue, but I remember a dream the next morning in detail that weeks later happened exactly as I dreamed it. I would sometimes get flashes of what people were doing, go visit them and they were doing exactly what I saw. Anyone who has had a seance as a kid knows its not real hard to tell when someone is dicking around pushing the glass, as compared to something a little more real. When I was present, it always got pretty darn real. When my dog died, I was 2km away. he came to me, I knew without any doubt my beautiful old black Labrador Prince had just died. I got home and dad was sitting with old princes head cradled in his lap in tears, he had just died. I felt so, so bad I was not there for Prince when he passed away. Prince came to say goodbye. (whoa goosebumps again)
But for me the cruncher was this. A mate of mine was an apprentice builder, one Friday night I dropped up to his house to go out, he had renovated the room he was living in. A 100+ year old blue stone dairy, built on an aboriginal burial ground. I was in Friday night and as kids we were in lets go have fun mode. He took me out the dairy and said hey check out the renovations I did today. They looked great I complimented him accordingly then he said, oh yeah, check this out; Look what I found jammed behind the door trim when I put the new door in.
He was holding a really old brooch. I looked at it and it didn't seem strange or interesting really. Just an old brooch.
I put my hand out and he dropped it into my hand, As it touched my hand, in all my life before or since I have never felt such terror, and such evil.It was, indescribable, it almost had a physical impact on me. I dropped it, he took one look at me and without a word walked to the door and threw it as far as he could out into the long grass in the paddock next door.
I was utterly shaken. I don't remember anything else about that weekend.
Monday came round and my car was broken so I had to catch the bus to work. My friend and I lived at the start of the bus route so we were first on. We grabbed the back seat as we often did. Sitting there chatting, Tim let his arm drop over the back of the seat between the backrests and the exit window.
All of a sudden, he looked at me with a look of fear and amazement.
As he brought his hand up, he held the exact same brooch that he threw into the paddock the the previous Friday night.
We were blown away, he immediately threw it out the window of the moving bus.
There were so many other things, small and significant over the previous years that had happened to me,
I thought at the time, this is too much, I cant cope with any of this any more. It was wrecking me.
I went home and threw away all my books on the occult, and witchcraft and the like.
So I can't explain how I did it, but I made a mental decision to just make it all stop. I guess you could say I just blocked that part of myself from ever working again.
Since then, I wont say nothing has ever happened, but I can say not much has happened.
I have spoken elsewhere to 22 about my curse of being an em-path, it is great when you can help someone, but like being in a mental blender at times you have no control over.
So in answer to another thread, this is why I choose to believe my nightmares are just dreams, nothing more.
So here is my question to you crazy buggers that do this stuff for entertainment.
The only way I know to protect myself is to shut it out.
I am terrified what might happen if I ever chose to let myself open that door again.
I have a real and genuine fear that if I were to do it, I am not saying I would be possessed because that's just silly. But I am terrified that I would open a door that would allow the other side to follow me home.
Is there a way an unstable bugger like me can protect myself from this. Or am I best staying in safe denial where I am.