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clevermanka) wrote2015-10-20 09:01 am
clevermanka) wrote2015-10-20 09:01 am
Ghostly
Once upon a time, I did Things. Lots of Things. ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
redheadfae once remarked that I was the busiest person she knew. I did yoga, bellydance, went to concerts, socialized/partied--all in a week's work! My planner (I've always had a planner) was filled with activities and events. I always had something going on. I loved it.
Last night I got home from work, ate dinner, and was so worn out that even though I didn't want to sit in front of the television for the rest of the night, that's what I did because I had no energy for anything else. I wanted to do some yoga god damn it, but I couldn't do strength poses (low energy + strengthening poses = bad combo) and I'm on a no-forward-bends diet right now because last week I indulged in some restorative forward bends and fucked up my right SI joint/sciatic nerve again.
mckitterick was a doll, though, and listened to the first disc of Hamilton with me. He enjoyed it but I'm not sure how tonight's experience of Disc 2 is going to go. Act two is just kind of a train wreck, emotionally. Alexander Hamilton, man, you made some really bad life choices.
For your reading pleasure, today, I give you from today's Toast Link Roundup this charming story about an antique dildo and some great real life ghost stories.
mckitterick and I had a great conversation about ghosts after we saw Crimson Peak. He posited that ghosts might just be things/beings/energy that we cannot see/perceive because they're so far from our spectrum of visibility. Rather like dark matter. All around us, but unknowable. I am unsure if that's a comforting thought or an unsettling one. Maybe a little bit of both?
I easily admit that I'm not convinced that ghosts (insert your own concept of unknown manifestations of energy here) aren't real. I'm pretty sure I lived with one in the house on Tennessee. It would regularly hide my birth control pills and other things. Occasionally it would pour water in the middle of the kitchen floor. And the back of the house always had a creepy vibe (both the downstairs back, which was the mudroom that led to the basement and my almost-outdoor back bathroom and the upstairs back, which had a window that looked onto the alley and a door that led to the attic).
Who's got their own personal ghost story to share?
Oh! And today Tumblr is Tuesday, October 20: Creepy Buildings.
redheadfae once remarked that I was the busiest person she knew. I did yoga, bellydance, went to concerts, socialized/partied--all in a week's work! My planner (I've always had a planner) was filled with activities and events. I always had something going on. I loved it. Last night I got home from work, ate dinner, and was so worn out that even though I didn't want to sit in front of the television for the rest of the night, that's what I did because I had no energy for anything else. I wanted to do some yoga god damn it, but I couldn't do strength poses (low energy + strengthening poses = bad combo) and I'm on a no-forward-bends diet right now because last week I indulged in some restorative forward bends and fucked up my right SI joint/sciatic nerve again.
mckitterick was a doll, though, and listened to the first disc of Hamilton with me. He enjoyed it but I'm not sure how tonight's experience of Disc 2 is going to go. Act two is just kind of a train wreck, emotionally. Alexander Hamilton, man, you made some really bad life choices.For your reading pleasure, today, I give you from today's Toast Link Roundup this charming story about an antique dildo and some great real life ghost stories.
mckitterick and I had a great conversation about ghosts after we saw Crimson Peak. He posited that ghosts might just be things/beings/energy that we cannot see/perceive because they're so far from our spectrum of visibility. Rather like dark matter. All around us, but unknowable. I am unsure if that's a comforting thought or an unsettling one. Maybe a little bit of both? I easily admit that I'm not convinced that ghosts (insert your own concept of unknown manifestations of energy here) aren't real. I'm pretty sure I lived with one in the house on Tennessee. It would regularly hide my birth control pills and other things. Occasionally it would pour water in the middle of the kitchen floor. And the back of the house always had a creepy vibe (both the downstairs back, which was the mudroom that led to the basement and my almost-outdoor back bathroom and the upstairs back, which had a window that looked onto the alley and a door that led to the attic).
Who's got their own personal ghost story to share?
Oh! And today Tumblr is Tuesday, October 20: Creepy Buildings.
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http://genius.com/albums/Lin-manuel-miranda/Hamilton-original-broadway-cast-recording
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HAMILTOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOON
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https://warnermusicgroup.app.box.com/s/98o13fgs1vrb2wxqe1zel2ugw7ppryv9
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I waffle when it comes to ghosts
Ghosts: In my last house, a duplex, we had an audible phenomenon. It sounded like the people next door were dragging around furniture and bumping it up against the walls. Except it would happen when they weren't home. And one time I was talking to them about it and they told me they heard it on their side, even during the period when our place was unoccupied. It kind of weirded me out to talk about it but when it was actually happening it never did. I'd think, "Oh, it's the sounds again!" and feel . . . comforted almost.
That's all, though my brother and his ex used to live in my grandparent's house and were convinced they were still around in some fashion. Both Nana and Pop died in the house, but I'd think they'd be around more out of fondness and that family was still living there then any anger or unfinished business. I should ask my Mom and Dad if anything odd has gone on, they moved there a few years back. They have both my grandparent's ashes stored in a desk drawer because they don't know what to do with them, which we all find kind of funny especially since the ashes of my parent's dogs are in nicer containers.
One thing I don't like about ghost and creepy place hunters is the capitalization on people's fear, sadness, and pain. I understand morbid curiosity, but actively seeking out places of violence and sadness just doesn't do it for me. I'm not sure I believe in ghosts, though I also don't think they are not real. They just aren't a part of my life, though I know people who have had a lot of experience with them, or something.
Last night I was listening to the Lore podcast (good!) and they were talking about this place I'd love to visit, Afterglow Vista. http://www.fridayharbor.com/roche-harbor-mausoleum-afterglow-vista/
Re: I waffle when it comes to ghosts
You've captured my feelings about them pretty succinctly, here.
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In line with that, I'm crazy afraid of the dark, because who knows!?!?!
I also try not to think sexy thoughts about people I know or might meet because what if one day they suddenly become psychic and KNOW ABOUT IT! Yes, I'm a bit reserved in that aspect.
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For me, that would be a motivator.
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Thanks for giving me yet another reason to get my hands on the Hamilton soundtrack. It's been on my radar for a while, but it's been so long since I made an effort to get into a show that I wasn't sure if I should. The composer winning a MacArthur was a pretty decent recommendation, too :D
Mr. 42 makes fun of my superstitions, but it makes sense for a person raised without religion and with a frank attitude about death being the end to be less susceptible to tales of the supernatural. I don't not believe. I like to believe that sending good energy and thoughts into the world has some positive effect, even if that also means that there's bad juju as well.
The other condo that we put an offer in on, besides Chez 42, was beautiful and renovated, but it felt weird and I had a nightmare about it in which a small child came up to me and informed me that something bad happened there. Suffice it to say, we didn't accept the bank's counteroffer on that property. I sometimes wonder if Chez 42's orininal residents aren't still about. Doors slam a lot, but they seem to be pretty benevolent and quiescent. I think they like all the music.
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Aw! I bet they do.
This stupid lower back stuff. It's all from a weightlifting injury back in freakin' March 2014.
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I have two ghost stories. In our first house there was a benign presence (I think female). The only thing we noticed was that the thermostat would be adjusted periodically. It was an old dial style. We blamed Kenzie and each other for a while but then I felt the presence pass by me twice and we finally decided something was messing with us.
The other is that my brother and SIL bought my grandparents' house after they died. Good old farm family, they were. Up early, work hard, lunch at noon, dinner at 5:30. In the first year my bro/SIL lived there the smoke alarm went off at 5:30 6-7 times. My Grandpa was scolding them for dinner not being on the table. I was there for it twice. My SIL finally told him -out loud- "Pampy, we don't eat dinner this early. You're going to have to get over it." One beep from the alarm in acknowledgement and then never again.
Okay, one more kinda sorta ghost story. I frequently hear my grandmother laughing at me when I do something stupid. And often I hear her say my name in the warm, warning way she had when she wanted me to stop and think about something.
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I LOVE THIS.
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I don't know what it was, but it definitely *was.*
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One creepy story was when I lived with my first hubs in an old railroad home in Utah. It was so old it had push button light switches and had been moved into town from the previous neighborhood that died when the railroad moved out of town. He was out on an overnight on the rig, and I was sleeping. Someone/thing lay down beside me on the bed, and literally *moved* the bed/mattress with a weight. Sleepily, I thought it was him come home and threw my arm out to cuddle him.. to find nothing there. I sat straight upright and screamed "GET OUT, for fucks' sake, GET OUT". It never happened again.
And then there was the blue mist that edged into our sleeper cab while overnighting in a parking lot, when I was a truck drive over the road. It woke me up and I sat up and begged "if you are someone, please leave, you're scaring me!" It drifted back out the cracks in the door frame. Creepy, yes, but not as creepy as climbing out in the morning from the truck to get coffee only to find that we'd parked beside a funeral home.
I still get creeped out by the memory of it.
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I can't wait to be an ancient old woman recounting them to someone. I suppose I'm getting started now, LOL
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I got your birthday postcard! Thanks, bb! You send the best arty postcards, for sure.
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My other ghost story is about my grandpa. After he died, my grandmother gave me his car, because mine was falling apart. One night I was driving down 24/40, and suddenly, Grandpa stuck his foot under the accelerator and very firmly pushed it up. A few seconds later, I went around a curve, just in time to see deer butts bouncing off the road - that I would've hit if I'd been going at my original speed.
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Well, there was a ghost cat, until the Christmas that we were all in the living room, and one of the balls on the tree started swinging wildly, making the branch it was attached to bounce, with nothing we could see near it. G. yelled "Psst! Get out of the tree!". It stopped, and there was no 'cat' activity for weeks afterward. I guess it was sulking.
I adored Crimson Peak.
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