More Spooky Stories

I’ve blogged before about how I can see and sense things that others can’t.  Yeah, I’m talking about ghosts/spirits/demons ect.  The very first spirit I remember ever seeing was my dad.  After him was the Indian in the back yard.  I’ve seen dark shadows with red eyes, I’ve seen dark masses with no discernible shape but horrific smell, I’ve seen women, men and children and I swear I’ve seen animal spirits.   I’ve heard laughter, talking, singing, whistling, coughing and growling.  I didn’t chose to be able too, and some days I wish I didn’t, but other days I think it’s kind of neat.  Now I in no way consider myself a medium as I don’t carry on full conversations with these beings that have passed on.  I consider myself a sensitive, in other words I’m more sensitive to their presence then most people are.  I do wish that on occasion I could have a conversation with them, just so I could help them and they’d leave me alone.

A few months back I had a woman spirit in my home.  She kept screaming my name right in my ear. .”SHANNON… HEAR ME”…and then she would become so muffled I couldn’t make out what she was saying.  She wasn’t alone either, she had 2 male spirits with her.  She was waking me up every night, several times a night screaming for me to hear her.  I kept telling her I could hear her, to tell me what she needed but every time she’d start to talk 1 of the males would show up and she’d become muffled again.  I so badly wanted to help her but I couldn’t so I had my husband smudge the apartment again and bless all the entryways.  Because I couldn’t help her she had to go.  I hated to do it because it really felt like she needed my help but I didn’t know what else I could do.

Another time we (some friends and I) were in an old abandoned house outside of Daytona, Fl.  The grass had grown up all around it and the frame of the house was starting to tilt to the side.  It was extremely cool and creepy looking so of course we just HAD to go in to check it out.  As soon as we got out of the car I could feel the anger inside the building.  I told my friend that I didn’t want to go in.  Now he knew that I had the ability to sense things, as he had seen it happen before many times so he understood but the buttheads who were with us started in with “What, you chicken” crap and me being young and bullheaded fell for it, so I went in.  My friend kept telling me he’d stay right by me and help protect me if I needed it.  We got inside the house into what was once the living room.  There was trash and animal droppings all over the place.  I could immediately feel the eye’s on me and the hair on my body stood straight up.  Even though it was central Fla in the summer I was cold to the point of shivering.  One of the buttheads noticed it too and started saying we needed to leave that it wasn’t safe in there, but butthead numero uno wanted to check out the rest of the small house.  So we headed to the hall to the bedrooms.  When we got in the hallway I heard it.  One word.. DIE… yup.. I was ready to jump out of my skin, it was whispered right in my ear.  My friend asked me if I heard that, because he had heard something too.  When I told him what was said he said that was enough it was time for me to get out.  We turned to leave and when we walked back into the living room and rock flew from the kitchen area and buzzed right by head, hitting the wall so hard it put a hole in it.  Needless to say we ran out of that house!  Even butthead number one didn’t stick around after that!  We went by it again a few years later and it had been torn down but you could still feel the anger on the property.  It makes me wonder if I went back now, many many many years later if it’d still feel the same.. or if something has been built up over it.

This isn't the house.. but it was close to something like this...

This isn’t the house.. but it was close to something like this…


Curse it all to hell

Cursed (2005 film)

Cursed (2005 film) (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Do you believe in curses?  What about generational curses?  Voodoo curses?  Do you believe it’s possible for one person or one family be cursed for life?  Or you do  you believe that they are only able to work if the person believes they are cursed and buys into it causing their own bad luck?  What about the Jackpot curses in Vegas, you know where people win the big Multimillion dollar jackpot only to die the next day?  That leads into the Lotto Winners Curse.  How many times have you heard about people who were so deserving of winning the big Power Ball Lotto and their lives became worse because of the money windfall they were cast into?

You see, I ask because I believe that I am cursed, that my family is cursed.  Somewhere along the line someone cursed our family.  I don’t know, maybe we deserve it.  Maybe I had a great great great something or other who liked to torture small animals and sacrifice small children to the dark Lord himself.  Hell, with the way my luck has gone,  maybe  the Dark Lord himself is my great great great whatever.  Did my 4 Great Grandma share a bed with the Devil himself?  What do I have to do the break this curse, and is it even possible?

It doesn’t matter what I do to try to be a good person, to live right and even yes try to be Godly in my way of thinking and living.  I try very hard to never be mean to anyone (unless of course they poke the bear with a stick.. then it’s a free for all)  I try to help when I can, to love unconditionally, to follow man’s laws as well as God‘s.  I’ve tried to show my kids that doing the right thing is right and will reward you in life with good things but it’s not working.

I could go into great detail about all the things that have happened to make me believe this but why bother?  It’s not going to change the outcome.  I just know that anyone connected to me seems to suffer the same fate as I have.  Just ask my husband now (although he’ll never admit that it is because of me his life sucks so badly now) but the facts are in black and white.  His life was better before me.  Now his health is declining, his emotional health is in jeopardy, he’s working harder then he ever has and he’s getting further and further behind in this life.  He will tell you it is not because of me but because of his Ex Wife and her relentless journey to ruin him, which is true to a point but.. and it’s a big but so stay with me on this… If he was with ANYONE else in the world she would not be able to get away with lying, stealing and defrauding 2 states for over a year and having the courts rape him financially over and over again giving her win after win.  No, if he was with someone who wasn’t cursed, the courts would have seen what was CLEARLY written in black and white and she would not have gotten away with it and he would be celebrating today instead of fighting his worst fears.  My ex got away with doing the same things and has yet to have his “Karma” come back to him, and I know now it won’t.  How do I know that?  Well it’s simple Watson, he’s not with me anymore so his “curse” of bad luck is over.

So here I sit… at work… angry, upset, fearful, anxious and wanting to run as fast as I can in a different direction.. but I know it’s no use as no matter where I go.. I’ll still be cursed.  If you think I’m over re-acting, that I’m just emotional and confused, ask my sister Michelle.. she’ll tell you we are cursed.  Ask several of my family members who are struggling to just barely survive, they will tell you.

Maybe I should just accept that I am on the dark side’s list and just start living that way.. it may be more fun and less stressful.  Well who am I kidding.. whereas the ex’s in our lives have gotten away with breaking the law over and over and over again.. I would end up in prison on the first offense.. the judge making me an example to all.

Screw you guys.. I’m going home

With Halloween coming I thought I’d tell you the story of how my brother and sisters and a couple of family friends scared the ever loving shit out of me!!!!  Scaring me for life really.  To this day I can’t go in a  grave yard at night.  Not gonna happen.  Well because of what happened that night and because now I tend to feel too many emotions from the spirits that are hanging around.

English: Graveyard to East of Glan Conwy Churc...

English: Graveyard to East of Glan Conwy Church One of two graveyards attached to the church. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Okay, so anyways.  We were young and our mother took us over to her friends Lou and Joe’s house for dinner.  They had 2 kids themselves named Joe Jr and Ronny.  All of us kids decided to go run the roads in the neighborhood (remember it was in the late 70’s or early 80’s so it was a different time then, plus it was a small town).  They took me to the little cemetery there and the minute we turned into the gates they took off running and hid from me!  Assholes.  I was the youngest and they all ran and hid from me.  I started to walk into the part where the tombstones were when they all started making scary noises, again ASSHOLES.   I was young but I wasn’t stupid.  I figured I’d leave.. “Screw you guy’s I’m going home” (said in my Cartman voice).

I got back to their house and told my mom and their mom and dad what they did to me.  Needless to say when they got home (after searching for me for about an hour before they decided they’d better get home and tell the adults I was missing) they all got their butts tore up.  Sadly however though, I’ve never quite gotten over the horror of it all.  Fast forward to age 15ish.  Me and my best friend Jill went to a nightclub that was made for teenagers, I think it was called “The Boardwalk” or some crap like that.  Anyways there was a HUGE cemetery across the road from it so we all thought we’d go over.  There were several of us and I didn’t want to look like the big wussy baby so I went.  We were in the Mausoleum and I was strolling through the benches when one of the guys that was with us reached out from underneath one of the benches and grabbed my ankle… ASSHOLE!!!  Another scar.  It’s time for us to get back over to the club before my nosey busy body sister shows up to pick us up and then tell on us because we weren’t there so we’re heading back on the road alongside the graveyard and Jill decides to be funny and she screams at the top of her lungs.  I can’t really call her an Asshole cause I love her.. but ASSHOLE… She scared the shit out of me.  I do believe I pee’d myself a little then.  She of course just stood there laughing at me.   That’s okay though, I got her back.  I always sent her first when we went into haunted houses!  HAHAHA.

Ouija do it again?

Since this is the month that’s all about witches and ghosts and all things scary I thought I’d blog about the Ouija board!

A modern ouija board plus planchette

A modern ouija board plus planchette (Photo credit: Wikipedia)


When I was a teenager I became very interested in the paranormal, to include the Ouija Board and Tarot cards, Seances ect.  My mother (who was not overly religious) forbid me to have a Ouija board in her home but did allow the cards.  Me being the snot I was bought the board and the cards, I just didn’t tell her about the board.  Yeah yeah, I know.  Anyways I used it a few times, once at my friends Lisa house, even once at my house with a few friends and my sister Jodi.

A séance

I tried using it by myself a few times but I could never get it to work, which is a good thing because being a sensitive, the last thing you want is to have one of those things work when your alone.  I would hide the board under my mattress thinking a) my mom wouldn’t find it and b) it was made by Hasboro, how freaking bad could it be?  One day I came home to play around with it and it was GONE!  I looked everywhere, terrified I was going to get my ass beat royally for bringing one into the house…. but my mom never mentioned it.  No one ever said anything about it.  To this day I have no clue where the hell that board went!

My question now is, do I want to buy a new one?  I have had many spirits contact me, and the older I get the more they come through to me.  It makes me wonder if I could get it to work better for me this time or if it would open the door to the bad side of it.  Things that make you go hmmmm…

They’re here!!!!!

My entire life I have seen spirits, I’ve heard them and felt them.  Some have scared the holy freaking crap out of me, others have simply been passing through and some seem to really really like me.  I had a male spirit who lived with me in my apartment in Texas.  He was scary.  He threw things, he broke things, he hit me once, my cat would growl the lowest meanest growl ever at him.  He was scary.  I remember one day my best friend Susan was over visiting me and the kids.  We were outside downstairs at her car talking and we heard the loudest bang coming from the direction of my apartment.  We quickly made our way back upstairs because my son was in there alone and he was about 9 at the time.  When we got inside we found Jonathan laying on the floor in the living room watching TV and asked him what that noise was.  He said “What noise mama?”.  He hadn’t heard anything.  We didn’t see anything out of place so we just thought it must have been from a different apartment.  Later that night I went through the kitchen to the laundry room to start a load of clothes.  When I opened the door I found the source of the loud bang.  I had recently purchased a toaster oven (which I found on sale at Macy’s for $26.. it was originally $85 so this pissed me off) and had it stored in the laundry room on the shelf.  Now this was a wire shelf and the toaster oven had legs so when I put it on the shelf the legs went through it.  The only way to take it off the shelf was to pick it up at least an inch to clear the legs from the bar on the front of the shelf.  I found this toaster oven on the floor smashed to pieces.  I was FUMING!! I started cussing my spirit room-mate out.  I mean really… how often was I going to be able to afford anything from Macy’s??? I still can’t afford anything from Macy’s!

My husband caught him on cam one night..

Another time we were sitting in the living room one day and a plaster sword that my son painted for me (it was hanging on a picture hook on a wire hook on the back of it..not just on a nail) that was on a hook on the wall suddenly flew across the room and shattered.  THAT’S IT BUDDY.. YOUR OUTTA HERE… MESSING WITH MY BABIE’S GIFTS TO ME.. I DON’T THINK SO…

Needless to say we blessed the apartment several times and finally got rid of this evil being.  When I moved from Texas to Virginia I even blessed my car and U-Haul truck and told him he wasn’t allowed to follow me.

English: Three Old Rugged Crosses on the side ...

English: Three Old Rugged Crosses on the side of the road in West Virginia (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Now 3 1/2 years later I’m beginning to think he’s found me again.  For about a month now I ‘ve had a woman talking to me.  She’ll scream in my ear “LISTEN TO ME” but then she mumbles and I can’t figure out what she’s trying to say.  I’ve told her I’m listening to talk to me.  She’s attached herself to me.  But she’s not alone.  She’s brought a couple of friends with her, two males.  One of them is the same size as the one I left behind in Texas.  I don’t know who she is, if she’s the leader or being held by him.  I’ve seen him once so far.  I really don’t want to see him again.  He scares me.  She however is doing everything she can to let me know she’s here.  She’s even following me to work.  Yesterday she was playing with my hair humming.  I don’t know what to do now.  Do I let her stay around until I figure out what she wants, or do I send her away?  I really don’t want another Texas experience.

I’m not crazy.  I’m not on drugs.  If you don’t believe in ghosts, good.. I hope you never have to deal with them.  I’m not a psychic and I don’t consider myself a medium. I’m a sensitive and that’s plenty.

To Taboo for you

When I was a teenager I decided it would be a great idea if I dabbled in the dark arts for awhile, ya know because that’s always a good thing for someone who is a “sensitive” to do, NOT!  I didn’t realize that back then though, but thankfully my mother did, at least I hope it was her.  Anyways I decided to buy some Tarot Cards and a Ouija board.  I studied the cards and researched how they worked and tried to remember everything I could about them.  My mother found them and asked what I was doing with them and I told her I was interested in how they worked and wanted to learn and that I wanted to get a Ouija board too (I was a bit nervous about telling her I had already bought one just by the way she asked about the cards and i’m glad I didn’t).  “THERE IS NO WAY IN HELL YOU WILL HAVE A OUIJA BOARD IN MY HOUSE YOUNG LADY, DO YOU HEAR ME?” was her response.  “Yes ma’am” I said as I prayed she wouldn’t search my room.  I didn’t understand why she didn’t want me to have one, I mean really Hasboro mass produced it so how dangerous could they be really?

I took my Ouija board and cards with me everywhere I went.  To my friend Lisa’s house for a Seance, to my boyfriend Vince’s house to try to contact our friend Gregg, and even dared to pull it out at home when my friends were over.  My bestie Nikki almost had a heartattack after we played around with it, and to this day she will not touch another one.  To calm her nerves I took my cross that I wore and placed it in some water and blessed the water to make it Holy so we could bless ourselves and the room.  LOL sorry, that just made me giggle thinking about it.  One night I even used it with my goody toe shoe’s sister Jodi (who is probably the one who told my mom I had it).  She tried to ask the spirits if I was a Virgin, damn nosey witch!  I pushed it to the “yes”, HAHAHAHA.


So one day I came home and decided I would try to use it by myself again.  I had tried a few times but nothing ever happened and I was determined to make it work this time.  I looked under my bed where I kept it and… it was not there.  Shit!  I checked the closet, the dresser drawers, my car… DAMN IT.  Where the hell was it?  I looked for that thing everywhere, I called all my friends to see if I had left it over at their house but nope.. no one knew where it was.  I so badly wanted to ask my mom if she threw it away but I couldn’t because then I’d be admitting I had the durn thing to begin with.  I managed to find my cards and didn’t lose them until 5 or 6 years later, but I never did find out what happened to that Ouija board.  I guess my mom threw it away, or Jodi did, or maybe it was a spirit…….