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                                                              GHOSTBUSTERS!

                                                             GHOSTBUSTERS!

Yes, it is that time of year when we examine the ghostly world, or morph it into something cutesy or humorous and eat lots of candy corn, and all things apple.  To that end, I thought to share some ghost stories every day or other day up through Halloween, maybe a little after.

                      THEY'RE HERE!

                    THEY'RE HERE!

I encourage you to share the stories you know below.  It is a very interesting to think of the concept of not just ghosts and spirits, to me personally, but evil ones in particular.  In my opinion, if one accepts the concept of spirits and ghosts, one accepts another plain of existence and quite possibly good and evil, gods and demons.  I personally don't comprehend gods and demons existing side by side.  It doesn't make sense to who I see the God I see being.  So maybe it is just like there is good and evil in this world as it is in the next plain. I am not afraid to say I don't know. I don't. What I do know, from the experiences I've had and others had, is I don't play around with these things by going ghost hunting, seances or in any way invite that into my home.  Not to say I'm a prude. I enjoy Halloween and ghost stories fascinate me but I've seen too much, heard to much to treat things lightly and just as play things.  

Here is your first ghost story but a Native American spirit!

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This is about a friend of mine.  I will say when I met first met her, I sensed something about her I couldn't put my finger on but it didn't feel good. She herself had absolutely nothing but a kind heart, beautiful appearance and a great sense of humor. But then I learned about her house being haunted. Her house, located on or near Native American burial grounds was often visited by an angry spirit.  Items would fly off shelves, pictures would fall and crash. Furniture would move and even be thrown across the room before her eyes. The prior owners had embedded Catholic blessed crosses in the basement and now she knew why but that wasn't working.  She even got the ghost on film but since the ghost was angry about that shown by increased hostility in the home, she felt forced to delete and it left her alone.  She had been having an aunt help come and "clean" her house of the ghost and it would leave... but eventually always come back.  This last time, I can't remember if it was her aunt or the Catholic Church got involved and the ghost really left pretty much for good.  And the interesting thing for me about this story is that feeling I had around her that made me cringe for no reason was gone as soon as the ghost was. 

(On a side note: additional story--she is friends with a co-worker of mine that I would keep a distance from, almost at all costs. This person was an angry, snotty woman that seemed to have a spell on those who worked around her into being the same.  No one wanted to work with that crew. It turned out she even had a worse ghost at her home than my friend had, so much so, my friend's aunt and a Catholic Priest, after visiting the home, said this was something for the Arch Diocese. She and her family went to live in a hotel for a week or so.  The house is now cleaned of the ghost and she is friendly and has lost that angry demeanor.) 

Next time, I will share one of my own ghost stories! Stay tuned and share yours below! 

Also, want to get under the hood of why we like to get a scare and give a scare for fun? Check out What Are You Afraid Of?