I’ve run into two types of paranormal activity associated with the spirits of humans who’ve died. First, there are the earthbound spirits I’ve been detailing so far; these are beings who cling to life, and the earth, and have the intellect to interact with those of us still incarnate. These are what we usually think of as ghosts. However, not all apparitions are necessarily aware of us humans on the Earth plane or trying to communicate with us. Some of them may not even see us or react to our presence, but go about their actions as if we were the ones not there.
Commonly known as residuals, these are powerful emotional leftovers of events or trauma that took place in a particular locale. Residuals replay over and over a scene that is seemingly ignorant of current surroundings. For example a phantom stagecoach is sometimes seen crossing the 57 freeway in Southern California.
I encountered a residual haunting when I walked through two men fighting. I was visiting a county fair that had an old farmhouse on its grounds. I didn’t have any of the typical sensations of a nearby spirit. The day was bright and sunny and my friend and I were having fun poking around the old house.
We came into a large open room, a gathering space not a bedroom or kitchen. There was no furniture, only windows, a fireplace and a chandelier. I walked into the center of the floor to peer up and get a closer look at the dangling lamp. Between one moment and the next several things happened at once. I became very nauseated, dizzy and lightheaded. I couldn’t see my friend but two men stood facing off against each other. It was as if I was between them but they couldn’t see me. They were arguing. I could hear the yelling but couldn’t understand their words. They were close to each other, pushing and then grappling. Each man carried a gun and they fired almost simultaneously.
The cramping and nausea had me nearly doubling over and I really was feeling like I was going to faint. I called my friend over and she had to help me out of the house. Once outside, the nausea evaporated along with all my other symptoms, and never returned.
“That was weird.” She looked at me, concerned and I told her what I’d seen and felt. We both shivered not knowing exactly what had happened. We continued to explore the fair but stayed far away from the old farmhouse.
What sort of ghosts have you encountered? Was it a true haunt or a residual?
What’s your scariest paranormal experience?