Aren’t you scared of them?

I get asked that a lot.

Nope.  Or at least, not anymore, but that wasn’t always the case.  They sure like to try.  I’ve been told ‘get out’ and ‘go away’ along with ‘I’ll kill you.’  There are some spirits who like to paint the most gruesome scenes, typically of how they died.

On my first trip to England, my friend and I stayed in a youth hostel in Brighton.  The primary attraction for staying in it was that it dated from the seventeenth century.

I woke up in the middle of the night and went to visit the ladies’ room.  The transition from pitch black room to well-lit hall was harsh on my eyes, so as I walked down the hall I put both hands up and covered them, rubbing to block the light.  I took slow, measured steps but still bumped into someone else walking down the hall coming from the opposite direction.

Along the full length of my body I felt a tall man press against me when we collided.  I stumbled back two steps and pulled my hands away from my face.  The words “I’m sorry” actually escaped me before I realized I was completely alone in the middle of the hall.

That particular time, oh shit was I scared!  I was in my twenties, and basically just dipping my toe in the paranormal pool.  Ghostly interactions were rare and I didn’t fully accept them at that time.  However at that moment, I didn’t have any trouble feeling the spirit’s presence.

I was filled with dread, there’s no other word for it.  I could not move my feet because I was coming to grips with the fact that I’d made physical contact with a dead guy.

Oh my god, I just bumped into a ghost!  Ran through my mind on a continuous feed loop.

As I scanned the hall I saw a grayish, blackish fog in the corner.  While I watched, it boiled and I instantly knew that this was why I was feeling such fear.  This amorphous blob was churning with rage and hate.  All I wanted was to get away from this thing!  So I ducked into the bathroom and hid in a stall.  From there I felt this being move out of the corner to stand in the doorway.  Instead of the fog, now a man shape blocked the room’s only exit.

He was not a pleasant person in life or in death.

He knew I could ‘see’ him and that made him really happy.  He wanted nothing more than to make the rest of my time in that hostel a nightmare.

I rocked back and forth, really agonizing over the fact that I was now stuck in the bathroom.

“You have to come out sometime.”  You know, the menace with which he said it forever changed my fetish for the English accent.  “I’m just going to wait right here.”  He didn’t bother to come into the bathroom.  He was actually kind of contemptuous of the idea and was content to stand there and enjoy my distress, waiting for me to make my break past him.

Then I saw the bees on the floor.  Lots of them.

I’m allergic to bees and really didn’t care that most of them looked dead, a few were still moving.

I was out the door and moving down the hall, with my new ‘friend’ literally breathing down the back of my neck.  He chased me all the way and then followed me into the room.  Unlike my earliest experiences, diving into bed and pulling the covers over my head did not make the bogeyman go away.  He settled in right over me and suddenly all I could see was his face, grinning horribly.

He was not a good-looking guy either; a round face, several days’ stubble, dull, flat, dark hair and dark eyes with bad teeth loomed close to my own.  I could see most of them because his nasty grin was more like a snarl.  He pulled back and I could see his arms and chest covered in a pea-green sweater, his hands were around my neck.

He couldn’t physically hurt me but he could put me through emotional pain.   I didn’t feel anything but slowly my vision of him changed, he was pulling back and pushing me under water.  The rim of a barrel came into my peripheral vision and terror and helplessness filled me.

“I’m going to kill you just like he killed me!”  His emotions of pain, rage and hatred of his murderer made him long to visit the same on anyone else.  I realized he was showing me, over and over again, how he died.  From time to time the man over me changed and became his killer, the spirit showing me his death through his eyes when a lighter-colored head would occasionally superimpose over his dark.

I did have some experience with putting shields between angry spirits and myself but I had to get to a place of calm to bring them up.  Kind of hard to do with a vengeful ghost forcing the movie of his death into my head.  So I yelled for help and the answer I got was not at all what I was expecting.

My dog.  Or his spirit at any rate.  From thousands of miles away in California he heard my call, felt my distress and somehow astrally projected himself to that youth hostel in Brighton.  His loving and protective spirit manifested between that angry being and me, hiding under the covers.  I felt his weight settle on my stomach and legs when he interposed himself and snarled at the dead guy.  He’s still my guardian to this day.

The spirit backed off but didn’t leave and I got the space I needed to bring up my own shields.  My dog stayed until I drifted off to sleep.   When dawn came, the ghost left.

The clerk at the hostel was surprised to learn the ghost was in the upstairs hall.

“He usually stays in the basement.”  The girl’s tone indicated she really didn’t believe me when I told her I ran into him.  I didn’t really care if she doubted me because she wasn’t there.  That ghost stayed in the room all night, hovering but unable to reach me anymore through my shielding.  I could sense him when I woke, buzzing angrily like the bees from last night before fading away.  I was never happier to check out a place than that Brighton hostel.

Serena Dracis, Author

I'm a lot of things. A Reiki Master-Teacher, a psychopomp, a medium. Once I was a trainer of exotic animals, once I worked in hospitals. Now I'm a writer. I write about the paranormal, the weird, the fringes. I write non-fiction and fiction, sharing my own life experiences as well as creating new worlds. Come in and explore!

This Post Has 14 Comments

  1. deborahjhughes

    If I had had an experience like that, I think I would have given up on my explorations of the paranormal!! I’ve had horrific dreams but nothing like that during my alert hours. It’s the negative stuff like that which keeps me shy of really trying to develop mediumship ability. Channeling spirit guides is one thing, vengeful ghosts…no, I don’t think so!!! Thanks for sharing. Blessings!!

    1. Serena Dracis

      It did take me a while to get past that one! I had a lot of fear issues to get over where the paranormal is concerned. Today I can meet fearful or angry beings with love and compassion, but it’s a skill I’m still learning.

      Thanks for reading!

  2. sufilight

    Oh, boy………. I was reading with wide eyes, LOL. That is some experience! I too am open to seeing spirits, but didn’t realize that the ghost of a dog while still alive can project and protect, but makes sense as we are all energy!

    I am in Spiritual Networks and got your email with the link to this blog. I am now a WordPress blogger so can now follow you. 🙂


    1. Serena Dracis

      My dog popping in the way he did was completely unexpected! Since then, I’ve seen many of my animals in the astral plane, but they’ve all been deceased. Even one of my chickens!

      Thanks for reading and following!

  3. Louise Behiel

    scary…I would have missed all the details because I had my head under a blanket.

  4. Debra Kristi

    I think that would have been the worst night EVER! Don’t want a scary guy following me around. No thank you. I read this back when we first connected. Sorry I am only just posting my comment now. I know, slacker. 🙁

    1. Serena Dracis

      I was well and truly terrified. Oddly though, now part of me wants to go back there and see if I can help this poor spirit out. I’ve got a bit more experience with helping really angry and pain-filled spirits let go and release from being earthbound. Of course, that’s easy to say when I’m sitting on the shores of the Pacific and very far from Brighton. 🙂 And I’ll take any comments, anytime!

  5. Anonymous

    i loved reading this Serena!

    I can’t remember a pet astrally projecting to my aid but I was once saved by an angel if that counts – although it scared the life out of me at the time and took years for me to realise that was what had actually happened… duh… :>

    I understand exactly where you’re coming from on the scary front though! i read sooooo many books and magazine stories where psychics, mediums etc had a wonderful introduction to spirit during their childhood, their families all supportive and understanding or even spiritual themselves that i often feel the odd one out!

    I spent my childhood being haunted by a poltergeist, seeing ‘dead people’ and having premonitions and 95% of my early experiences were at home and i was unable to ‘check out’ until i was 18 lol! Add in the fact that I am an only child and my parents don’t believe in ghosts and it was a very scary, confusing, lonely time for me. I spent years with a cord tied around my wrist and to my bedroom door as they used to slam it shut and lock me in etc etc.

    Nowadays there is a portal on the landing just outside my bedroom door which is very active and they walk in and out of my room all the time, waking me, breathing on me, poking me etc. Some are much nicer than others :> but no matter what their personality, they’re treated just the same by me, listened to and guided to the light with love.

    One of the first questions I asked spirit when I finally stepped onto my spiritual path and joined a circle was “WHY?” and I was told then and many times since by other psychics it was so that I could help others who were scared, had nowhere to turn or not listened to by those around them as I understood their fears etc and they could relate to me/my experiences. I must confess that I do seem to draw alot of people to me who have trouble with negative entities/issues! I’d never tell them everything i went through but i can usually find a personal experience the same or very similar to theirs that they can relate to which helps.

    I wouldn’t change my pathway/experiences for anything now and love the way I feel comfortable and at ease with spirit. My one regret… not being brave enough to use my gift earlier!

    So anyone reading this who is afraid to develop – take note – my ‘scary times’ were BEFORE I developed, not after. That is not to say that I have never found myself in an ‘interesting’ situation since, just that like Serena, I am no longer scared. That is a truly wonderful feeling that I fully appreciate! So find a good group/circle/mentor who can help you develop properly and safely, using protection and ENJOY!!!

    l & l

    j x

  6. Wow Serena! What is it with those spirits that just love to frighten us? I think that many of the earthbound spirits did not cross because they know they will be going somewhere very unpleasant. These were people who were not very nice in life so they are not very nice in death either. I have found some of those myself. They feed off of our fear. The anonymous commenter above is right. They can be dealt with in love to try to cross them over…..that is if they are not inhuman entities such as demons….that is another battle. But I really enjoyed this post!

    1. Serena Dracis

      Thank you, Karen! I agree, if they weren’t nice in life, they’re often not nice in death. Non-human entities, whew, that is a whole ‘nother story that I’m not prepared to write about yet. I think it has to rank as my most frightening moment, ever.

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