The Thinning of The Veil - Ghost Stories

THE CORNER WITCH 

Remember the movie, The Blair Witch? It came out when I was pretty young. While it was in theaters reviews had stated that it was "so scary", that the theater I saw it in in Utah, actually had guards standing at the door to make sure no minor's entered, lest they be sued for traumatizing them. You're not going to believe this, but I had an experience recently with a witch who liked to stand facing the corner in my torn apart kitchen. I figured she just thought it was an abandoned house, and if she wanted to haunt it, well,  I was too depressed to fight her about it.

For nearly a week I walked past this witch, always sensing she was there, but never outright saying anything to her. I guess in my life as a Psychic Medium, who's days get stranger all the time, I just figured this is my new normal. You can't be invested in every live person you meet, why should you have to greet every dead one you see? Generally if they have something to say, they're not shy about reaching out to me, no matter what awkward thing I'm doing at the moment. So, I walked past her over and over again, kind of like you do when you have roommates or housemates you either don't know well, or like much. "Oh hey, it's you again ..."

A couple of days ago the "witch" turned toward me, I think wondering if I could see her. I was headed out for the day so I told her, "I know you're there, you're welcome to stand in my corner all you want, but I'm leaving right now." Like, make yourself at home. She approached me in a very timeless and floating manner, asking excitedly, "YOU SEE ME?!" I felt bad. Maybe I am supposed to ask them what the Hell they want when they're aimlessly hanging out in my home. 

I was never taught how to talk to a ghost, so I just kind of do whatever feels right in the moment. I know it's my job to help deceased people cross over, which sometimes is just informing them first of all that they are no longer living. When this witch, who I quickly realized was just a tiny old woman with long grey hair, found out she was dead, she was relieved. She said, "that makes so much sense." I explained to her that I think she had Dementia before she passed, hence the odd action of simply standing facing a corner all day long. I hope she wasn't being abused ...

This was hands down one of the sweetest ghosts I've ever met. She hugged me more than once. She was so happy I could see her, and communicate with her. She even told me she loved me when she left. And I told her I loved her. I didn't have to take any extra actions to help her cross. She instinctively knew what to do once I told her that she had passed away. She was ecstatic to be free of her mindless existence, cheerfully making a series of excited noises. I told her, "girl, I will be exactly the same way when it's my turn. I feel ya." 

NIGHTMARE MECHANIC

I have a habit of looking out my windows a thousand times a day, as if doom might be approaching at any moment. At this point I've watched way too many True Crime documentaries. I do love real life horror. I think, as sad as it is, it makes me feel understood for the life I have lived. I was surprised and frightened to see a middle aged, sort of heavy set man in a blue mechanic's uniform approach me from my backyard. It was finally happening. Someone was stalking me, and he had found me. 

I woke up wide eyed, gasping for a breath, and thinking to myself, "who the fuck are you?!" I knew I had seen the man in my nightmare before. He smiled at me vindictively, as if to say, "I found you." His whole energy told me he had been searching for me for some time, and he was more than elated to meet me, even if only in my dream. But not in a good way. In a way that implied nothing good could come of his finding me.

I know a lot of people say about their dreams, "it was so real!" But I mean it when I say, I think this man is a ghost who came through via my dreams instead of in the waking hours. I think he does indeed know me. He has either heard of me as a Psychic Medium who has the unique ability to see, hear, or sense dead people in many realms. Or he literally knows me from another lifetime. In my last life as Elizabeth Short, I was brutally murdered. I have always sensed that the man who killed me is still alive, still searching, never forgetting that he owes me another life and death of torture.

Then again, maybe it was just Wayne Gacey, the Killer clown. Suppose it was just a dead guy, excited to make it into the pages of my blog? Here I am calling him creepy in so many words. I don't know, there was just something about him that haunts me ... he thought I should know him. I'm realizing that now as I write this.

BODY SNATCHER

For like three days this old German man tried to enter my body via a slit in my back. He kept putting his hand on my back and it became obvious to me this is a portal where ghosts can enter you and take over your body. I asked my guides to protect me, as it was more annoying than a real threat. He wasn't malevolent, but curious and insistent? Maybe it had been a while since he had inhabited a sexy body? I don't know. I don't pretend to know everything. 

I told him, "NO!" multiple times, but he was pushy. He then asked me, "nein?" I finally realized, oh, he speaks German! Okay, we can do this in German. I took a German class in High School. My German name was Sabritza, which I still prefer over my American name. Once I understood he spoke German, I started telling him, "NEIN!!" when he tried to reach into my little back slit. Finally he did give up, and I haven't seen him since. What a strange old man ... I wonder what he was like in life.

Stay tuned for my next blog post titled "LOVABLE MONSTERS". I'm still deciding if I want to share that one, as I feel very protective over those who fiercely and lovingly made it their life to shield me from harm.