I REALLY Don’t Believe In Ghosts
I don’t believe in ghosts. I don’t. I can’t believe in ghosts because I believe when you die – you’re dead. That’s it. Game over man. Game over.
You are no more.
I also think if ghosts are real we’d have some kind of hard evidence, or scientific explanation for them, right?
But… I’ve also experienced things, that while they could be explained as coincidences, imagination, and maybe paranoia… I still can’t quite shake the feeling that maybe, just maybe, there really is something to ghost stories after all.
I’m not really sure what it was about that apartment, but there was always an underlying feeling of unease there. I couldn’t walk down the hallway without turning on the lights, even though we lived there for 4 years. It wasn’t anything to do with how the apartment looked – it wasn’t an older place. It didn’t have any bad history. It was a nice apartment in a nice suburb. But it still just had a weird “vibe”.
In the first few months we lived there I was having nightmares every night. It was mentally and emotionally exhausting waking up every morning after a night of running for my life. A few times I’d startled my partner calling out in my sleep. Even he was a little creeped out by my constantly disturbed sleep. One night I woke up to my partner leaned over me, hand out protecting me against nothing. He couldn’t explain it himself, he just said he felt like there was something standing next to the bed trying to hurt me.
We actually moved our bed from the master bedroom into our office to try to stop the nightmares. We also started burning candles to try to “clear the energy”. When the nightmares and the constant creepy feelings stopped I told myself that the rituals of banishing bad spirits tricked my subconscious into not being afraid anymore – whatever it was it worked! I was finally able to sleep easy.
Our Son Was Born
When our son was born those feelings came back – that feeling of being watched. It wasn’t even unpleasant and sometimes it felt almost friendly; like the comfort of not being alone.
As our son got older there were times where he’d turn suddenly, as though he’s heard something, and smile and babble at nothing. It really bothered me – it felt like my son was talking to a stranger. One day when I was home alone with my son, we were in the living room and I could hear a strange sound from the kitchen. I went in and the kettle was boiling. I’d not been in the kitchen for some time and I definitely hadn’t turned on the kettle myself.
I unplugged it and rushed out of the room.
As completely ridiculous as I felt doing it – I finally followed the most often given advice on “how to get rid of ghosts” and I spoke out loud to the nothingness and told it firmly that this was my home and I wanted it to go away.
It’s hard to describe the feeling that came after saying the words. It was like grief. Or like I’d just been given terrible news. And the first person who came into mind was my Nanna. She had died while I was pregnant with my son. IF I believed in ghosts who else would have a reason to hang out with us, to keep us company, to see the great grandchild she was never able to meet? Also – the kettle. I nearly cried thinking I’d sent her away.
But after a while I dismissed it, thinking it was all in my head. I don’t believe in ghosts, remember?
The Ghostly Housemates
Several months later I started seeing a shadow all the time. Every day. I’d see something standing in the hallways and turn – it’d be gone. It was extremely unnerving. We had a friend living with us at the time and I didn’t mention anything to her because I thought she’d think I was crazy – she’s a very practical person.
One day I was talking about it with another friend while our housemate was out, but she came home while we were talking and I was a little embarrassed that she’d overheard us – I didn’t want her to think I believed in ghosts. Because I don’t REALLY believe in ghosts.
The following day my housemate asked me what had I been talking about, I confessed that I’d been feeling like something was in the house and seeing the strange shadows.
She said she sees it too.
We spoke about it for some time and we had both been seeing and experiencing the same things. It was so much worse knowing it wasn’t just MY imagination.
Not Just in MY Head
One day I was watching TV and out of the corner of my eye I saw the tall dark figure moving across the hallway towards our housemates bedroom. A few minutes later I could smell the sage incense burning. When she came out I casually asked her why she’d started burning the incense and she said she’d felt intensely like *something* had just walked into her room.
Another time I was in my ensuite and very clearly heard footsteps coming down the hallway and I called out “I’ll be a minute” – and when I came out into the lounge room I asked “Has anyone moved?” and they looked puzzled and said “No”.
And frequently I’d be watching TV and to my side I’d see someone walk into the room, or standing in the hallway, so clearly I’d turn to say something, thinking it was my partner, but there’d be no one there.
Nothing escalated though. It never got worse than that. We could live with being creeped out and occasionally jumping with fright. We tried not to talk about it too much. Whenever we did we’d both end those conversations saying we wished we hadn’t because talking about it made it seem real. We mostly tried to ignore it.
We Moved Away – Nothing Followed
When we moved into our next home one night I got up go to the toilet and get a drink of water and it wasn’t until I was climbing back into bed that I realised I’d not turned on any lights. That I’d been able to walk through the dark on my own. I wasn’t afraid of anything anymore because didn’t feel like anything was there.
I don’t know what it was. maybe it had been in my head, maybe it had been in both our heads at the same time, but I do know I’ve never experienced anything like that before – and I haven’t since.
So even while I try to be sceptical, I can’t deny there was something definitely creepy about that place.
Have you ever experienced anything creepy you couldn’t explain?