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My Brush With the Paranormal written @ 11:45 AM on January 26, 2002 Good news. My AP Art class entered the Scholastic Art and Writing Awards competition that takes place all over the country, and we each had to enter our portfolios consisting of eight pieces of work into the regional part of the competition. One of my classmates was disqualified because he filled out the application wrong. And the rest of us? OUR PORTFOLIOS ARE GOING ONTO NATIONALS, BABY!! I was so happy when I found out. I mean, it's highly unlikely any of us will win anything on national level, but it's so good to get passed regionals at least, what with colleges in the area handing out scholarships and stuff, and especially since no one from Lakota East got passed regionals last year. I think we were pretty lucky actually. Now let me tell you about my friend Jessica. Jessica is fun gal to be around with-- my parents love her to death-- and she's kind of my "protector" when it comes to being street smart and stuff. Something extremely bizarre is going on with her. Well, she once told me that when she lived in Lousiana as a small child, there was a ghost in her house. Land down in the South is very old, especially a place as historical as Lousiana, so I wasn't too surprised. (I do paranormal research sometimes) She had an old house, I think. She once told me how windchimes would go off without there being any wind. She also claimed that once she woke up at night to hear the cabinets in the kitchen banging violently open and closed, and when she peeked her head out of her room and down the hallway, all she saw was nothing. Nothing except the cabinets banging open and closed on their own, that is. Then there was that one time she had been in the living room in her old house, and the curtains before the windows suddenly slid open on their own and let in the sunlight. She thought the ghost merely wanted to look out the window. Her parents, of course, thought it was just her imagination. They are staunch Catholics, I suppose. I think her mother believes that only if she can see it will she believe it. She never really knew what to make of her netherworld visitor, but she was kind of happy when she found out that I knew a thing or two about the paranormal, and I think our openmindedness about such things really helped to cement our friendship. Well, the strangest things have been happening to her since last week when she called me. She had been home alone except for her brother, and she was minding her own business and tending to whatever when she suddenly felt deathly cold and terrified. She called me, and she told me how she felt like there was something in the house, or something around the house. Now, I had a friend in New Jersey who often came over to my house whenever she and her sister got weirded out from being home alone, but they lived by dark woods where animals and hunters walking around would scare the crap out of kids. I at first thought that maybe she was over-reacting and doing the same thing Erin used to do, but Jessica's voice was dripping with fear. She wanted to come over, but I still thought she was over-reacting and plus I was busy working on art homework that I had to finish. I told her to play loud music, close the blinds, go in the basement with her brother, but none of that helped her. She honestly felt an angry and confused presence in her house, and we were on the phone for a long time before her parents finally came home. And even then, she didn't feel like whatever it was had left her. Finally she went into her room and pretty much said to the air, "Look. This is my house, and I live here, and I'm sorry that you feel I am somehow intruding. Whoever you are, you must understand that you should move on. There are people who care for you who are waiting for you." Or something to that effect. And you know what? All of a sudden, the chill she felt was lifted and she was "alone" in her room. She told me about this the next day, and I had to admit it was strange. But I thought maybe it was only the feeling of relief she felt after "confronting a fear." I wasn't sure what to make of it, if the experience was real or pyschological. Then earlier this week she said she was driving home around ten o'clock on the highway, and all of a sudden she saw hundreds of "shades," dark figures moving off to the side of I-75 and onto the road itself. "Don't you think they were deer or some other animals?" I asked. "No," she said. "One of them tried to grab hold of my car. I floored my car to eighty miles an hour to get home and ran into my house." Again, I could see she was very passionate and scared about what had happened. And again, I questioned myself if the experience was real or pyschological. I mean, she was driving late at night and she could have been tired. And maybe it was some sort of cult scouting the highway. But dark shades everywhere? The third episode happened last night. She and Kat had come over to play a game, and we confined ourselves to my computer room, which is a pretty small room, and closed the door. After about three hours of sitting here playing a game, it became pretty warm, but my house is usually cold so I liked it. So there we were playing Myst 3 and all of a sudden Jessica announced, "Is anybody else cold? I feel very cold." It was very warm in that room. Kat and I didn't feel a thing. Jessica got up and put on her sweatshirt and grabbed a blanket from my room. She culred up on my unicorn butterfly chair and sat there for a long time. Kat and I resumed the game, trying to figure out that game's twisted puzzles and stuff. Meanwhile, I sensed that Jessica had become very still, was searching the room anxiously, and seemed very upset. It chilled both Kat and me when she said, "There's someone here." I didn't know what to think. Kat and I just stopped what we were doing and turned to stare at her. "There's someone in your house, Sam." Me, I was aware that many spirits do pass in and out of my house, as I often feel another person there or like someone is watching me, but why any spirit would want to wait around and watch me, I don't understand. Still though, I felt my pulse quicken at how quietly Jessica had said these words, and I tried to sense what she felt. But I could feel nothing; the room was too warm, the mood too concentrated in the physical world. "It seems sad," Jessica said finally. Sad? "Do you know who or what it is?" I asked, trying to stay calm and employ what I knew about ghosts into the situation. "No. I just seems... sad," she replied. Sad for me? Sad for us three girls spending our Friday nights like that? Sad that we had just had a brief argument five minutes before over the game? Sad that my family is not as unified? Sad that my dad thinks I don't love him? Sad that I'm a selfish human being out hunting for my goals? Sad that maybe it knew I was never going to reach them no matter how hard I tried? Sad that it knew the fate of my family? Sad that I am so lost? Sad that it was lost or was searching for something? In a few minutes it was over. Jessica left the room for a minute or so and came back and said it was gone. "I guess it saw that I couldn't do anything for it, and it left," she said. These episodes with Jessica have really made me think, though. Maybe there's a part of her that is really open to spirits. Maybe it's her destiny and God gave her the task of sending lost souls back to Him. I'm not very religious, but I do believe in divine intervention sometimes. Maybe she has a gift. And maybe it's my job to alert her of these gifts and offer whatever guidance I can. It's so strange, though. One of these days, I know she's going to have to confront this "gift" of hers. She might have to experiment and summon a ghost herself, but she's so afraid. She wants to do it, I'm sure, but she's afraid. Some ghosts are tricksters, like those you can find on a Ouiji board-- and she's terrified of Ouiji boards. And yet I can think of no better way, without doing the whole hocus pocus thing with mediums and crystal balls, than to summon a ghost with a Ouiji board. I think I better talk to that girl.
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