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Do You Believe in Ghosts?
Do You Believe in Ghosts?
I do. Tits doesn't.
But she starting to!
It started last week I guess, when she started hearing noises in the house, and they started getting more and more like an actual event taking place, rather than like the cat walking across the table in the living room. She has said that she heard the front door open and close while she was in the shower a couple times. This is very creepy since our front door has a very distinct sound, can't be mistaken, and the weird part is that the dead bolt was locked both times. The second time this happened, which was yesterday, she actually got out of the shower and went into the living room to look and see what had happened.
Another thing that happened to her on Monday was while she was in her car. She was sitting at an intersection on the other side of town, and while waiting for the light to change, caught a glimpse of someone in the back seat through the rearview mirror. She instantly spun around to find no one there. Last night, she slept horribly due to the consant pacing of strange footsteps up and down the hallway of the house. And yesterday, while sitting in the very chair I'm in now, she felt someone tap her hard on the shoulder.
Now I've had my own encounters in the past, and strangely enough, am hearing some things in the hallway right now. (I'm not kidding, either) I'm not frightened by these events, but I'm not throwing down the welcome mat either, if you get my drift. It's just that with everything else that's been going on lately, I really don't need the added drama of having a ghost in the house that's going to keep us up all night with chains and bells and shit. I mean, what the hell?
Look, for all the ghost out there who have the ability to read, (maybe one is reading this over my shoulder, I don't know) let me put it to you like this...
"You have the ability to move shit, right? I mean, how else can you make stuff move around and make noise? So just pick up a damn pencil and write it down on a post-it! I mean, do you need to tell me something about who murdered you? Then tell me who it was! I'll call the cops for you and give them your note. Do you need me tell your widowed husband something? Great! write all that crap down on some loose leaf, attach a good phone number, I'll throw all that stuff in a peachy and call him so he can come on over and pick it up. Hell, I might even make a trip to the post office and mail it to him if he lives in say, I don't know, Oklahoma? (Maybe she died in a twister, I dunno?)
the point I'm trying to make is this...
TELL ME WHAT YOU WANT!
I mean, it really is pointless to go around in the after life, and mess with someones doorknobs, closets, move their toothbrush, hide the cat food, walk up and down their hallway and all that other crap unless you just want to mess with them. And if that's the case, then quit messing around and go all Amityville on my ass! Send a freight train through my bedroom at 3:00 a.m. That will get my attention! Trust me, if you do that, I'm not sleeping for a week!
Here is what makes this all a little weird.
Last week, when this all started, was the fourth anniversary of when two young girls, who lived just south of here, went missing about 5 or 6 weeks apart from each other. After the first one went missing, Tits started having really bad dreams about a little girl who was telling her to "get her out of the hole". The story wasn't really big news, however until the second girl went missing. Then, the first time they showed the girls' photos on the television, Tits about jumped through the roof when the first one was the one in her dreams. And of course, you know the end to that story... they were both found buried in a neighbors yard.
Now I know I'm getting into the whole psychic thing here now, but I have another quick story on that front before I let you all go back to some really entertaining blogging elsewhere.
About 8 years ago, I used to drive to work along the Willamette river for about a two mile stretch. One day, while cruising along a wooded area between the river and the road, I noticed several city, county, and state cop cars near an area roped off with crime scene tape. I knew what happened. I don't know how, but I knew what had happened.
They found a body. And before ever hearing anything about it on the news, I knew exactly what she looked like. Right down to the Raider's jacket and the busted up teeth. I knew her build, I knew her weight, I could even see details in my mind about what her feet looked like, what her hair was like. And to top it all off, I got a vision of her killer about ten months later.
I never called the cops or anything. I didn't see the need.
I gotta go now. I think there is an entity in the kitchen. I need to help him look for something to write on.
1/18/2006 9:38 pm
You know what Tires... I believe that stuff happens.. and I know that it's difficult to decide whether to say anything or not...but nowadays...more and more police departments are accepting that some people do see these things....psychic's. |
Have you ever watched that show "Medium"... it's based on a real person in Phoenix, Az. Who has dreams and so forth.
I think if you know something like that...you maybe might want to tell someone. You never know.. you might actually be right on the money.
As far as your house goes.. get some sage and burn the ends... and go from room to room and all over your yard, house, garage..where ever..in the cars.
1/19/2006 6:25 pm
Tires..I have never believed in ghosts but psychic Sylvia Browne (who appears on Montel often and is eerily accurate) claims everyone can see those that have passed if they stay aware. She also gives advice on how to rid your house of a ghost. Her website is www.sylviabrowne.com so you may want to check it out!|
My grandma had premonitions. She would dream about me, wake up tell me I was going to meet someone with a certain initial or description and I would usually meet them within the month. I always thought it was a neat "power" and wished I could possess it.
Good luck with your ghost and thanks for the laugh!
1/23/2006 6:35 pm
well cool, dude.......if'n ya want to get rid of them, play Barry Mantilow 24/7.....I'm telling you, tires that would run anything away..........The Redneck|
1/24/2006 9:16 am
sounds to me like one of you is a chanaler..it is a good thing ..tell tits to look into chanelling as it is a gift and oh my how wonderful for her..Few are given the gift and when it appears most want to fight it..I say to her she should look into her gift..wow i am enviouse of her talent..some one wants her to find them or helo them and i say wow...|
1/24/2006 11:50 pm
you both need to talk to her angels, they will guide you...|