A haunting is usually a replay of something from the past.  Most hauntings are residual hauntings.  Meaning one moment in time gets replayed over and over.  One example of this might be of a farmer going outside to milk cows.  Usually it is something that the person did in their life over and over, and it’s like the needle is stuck on replay.    

When we started to remodel our carport to turn it into a kennel building for our dogs, hubby and I experienced a lot of residual paranormal activity.  On several separate occasions hubby saw an older gentleman walking first into the closet, which we used to store yard tools, then out the back door into the yard.  When I saw him, he was usually walking around in the back yard, wearing a blue baseball cap.  He never noticed us and seemed to be going about his daily chores.  The idea of residual hauntings is much like the “Stone Tape” theory.  Basically it means that the surroundings, trees, rocks and even buildings record the energy of an event, and under certain circumstances the brain can pick up these “tapped incidents” and the eyes see them.  When dealing with a residual haunting, the ghost or entity will not interact with the outside world.  It simply walks or moves through the paces of a previously completed pattern.

Now, at the same time, you can also have what is called an intelligent haunting.   Intelligent haunts are those which the energy or entity actually interacts with the living world.  This can range from knocking things off a shelf to having responses to questions.  I have had three incidents where I interacted with the energy here. 

The first time was when we first moved into our bedroom.  The end of my hall way seems to be the source of the energy.  I almost feel as though it is a conduit for the paranormal energy coming into and going out of the house.  On each side of the end of the hallway are doors.  One leads out offices and the other to our bedroom.  Originally when we set up the bedroom we had the head of the bed against that wall, with the foot facing east.  At night when I’d lay down, I’d feel a face come around the corner from the end of the hall and stare right into my face in a silent scream.  It became so worrisome that I had to move the bed to the opposite side of the room.  Now my head is pointing towards the east and the foot of my bed to the west in the direction of the door.

The next time I was sitting in the Kitchen and was doing research on the lady (Mrs. Mantha Rose) who owned the house before me.  She passed away and her family put the house up for sale.  I was reading her obituary in the local paper archives when I felt a presence in the room.  As I was reading her obituary out loud, I looked over my shoulder and there was a man standing by the pantry.  I said the first name Perry Brock and the entity shook his head no.  I then read Thurman Rose and he nodded in the affirmative and disappeared.

The final time I was sitting in my office working and I heard a loud crash from our bedroom.  I went inside the room and found my jewelry box flipped neatly upside down on the floor in front of the bed.  It had been sitting on the dresser.  It have flown 3-4 feet through the air and landed with open face down on the floor.  I started to pick my stuff up and I noticed that hubby’s mother’s ring was on the floor behind the bed.  It was a good 2 feet farther away than the rest of the contents of the box.  When I began putting my stuff back in the box I noticed that my amethyst crystal had shattered completely.  I've often felt the presence of energy here in the house and have come to accept that others may live here and it is OK.

Today I have my ancestor alter set up with photos of those who have passed.  I've included the ring that was tossed behind the bed, just to see if there is some energy associated it with. 

I make offerings to the dead on Samhain and pay my respects throughout the year.  I completely believe that hauntings are a real thing and usually aren't something to be afraid of.

Namaste & Blessed Be

Sosanna

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I am very interested in ghosts and spirits.  Necromancy and magic associated with those past is a very intriguing area for me.  Ghosts are believed to be energy of a person who has passed, but the energy remains locked here in the physical world.  I do believe that we have energies here with us from those that have died.

This video that was taken by SyFy - Ghosthunter's Show makes me totally believe they caught something on tape.

My Deity, Hecate known as the Goddess of the Night and Queen of the Underworld is thought to have helped souls traveling to the afterlife.  When I learned of this, as well as many other connections to the Goddess, I knew that she was calling to me to follow her.

Since I was a child I always felt that I had some sort of ability to talk to those that had moved on.  I felt that the energy actually came to me and shared messages with me.  I've worked with scrying mirrors, crystal balls and pyro-mancy to try to harness that ability.  I’m still waiting for it to fully manifest itself. 

When we moved in to this house six years ago, I knew that it was haunted.

Hubby stayed here while I did a turn and burn back and forth to San Diego to collect our animals and to bring our kid back to the NC.  While I was gone he slept on the couch in our living room.  When I returned he confessed to me that he woke up in the middle of the night with an elderly lady standing over him.  She was tucking the covers around him and then disappeared.

 At the end of my hallway seems to be some sort of energy source.  To the right of the end of the hall is our bedroom and to the left, my office.  I had the head of my bed directly at the wall where this “energy” was.  At night, as I tried to sleep next to the open door a face would come into the room an yell silently at me.  His eyes opened very wide and mouth agape.  His hands were up around his head and his eye hollow, just like the painting, The Scream, by Edvard Munch.

Over the next few weeks I would see a man in a blue hat walking around our yard.  One evening I actually yelled out the window because I thought hubby was out back.

I spent weeks researching the possible identity of the man at the end of the hall.  Our house was owned by Mrs. Rose.  She had passed away in 2005.  I found her obituary in the archives of our local paper and found that she was preceded in death by two husbands, Perry Brock and Thurman Rose.  As I sat at my desk reading the obituary out loud I felt a presence behind me.  I looked over to see the man in the blue hat standing by my pantry.  He turned his head to the side as if to understand what I was saying.  I repeated the name Perry Brock and he shook his head side to side indicating no.  I read aloud Thurman Rose and he nodded in the affirmative.  He smiled briefly and disappeared.

We have had items move, seen shadows and heard odd noises in the house ever since.  The only sudden increase in activity is when we were renovating the patio area to turn it into a kennel.  Mr. Rose would walk around out in the patio open the storage area door and then walk outside as if repeating some ancient ritual. 

Today for the most part they live with us and don’t create havoc. I believe they're accepted that we live here and that we love the house as much as they did. 

Recently I added a portal at the end of the hallway to invite them to come and talk with me more. 

 

Photo Credit - Renee Olson 11X13 Inch Scrying Mirror in my hall

Nothing has arrived yet.  But who knows, maybe they’ll show up soon.

Namaste & Blessed Be

Sosanna

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Recommended Reading

The Witches’ book of the Dead – Christian Day