Ghost Stories

I believe Ghosts exist - I really do! (I'm also open to the idea of hidden intelligent Life on Earth (not Aliens), Aliens/UFO Conspiracy (maybe even Stargate/Annunaki); While Hollow or Flat earth stuff ... nah - although something about it crreps me out, ...)

I get into this topic because I just woke up from a very 'focussed' dream. You maybe know it - but so: I account for 4 to 5 types of dreams.There are the 'wake' dreams, dreams wherein you're sortof aware of the whole "I might be/am in a dream" thing and you kindof act on behalf of those thoughs (1). Then there are 'wild' dreams, dreams that when thinking about them afterwards don't seem to make any fucking sense - most likely because they were too weird to remember (2). Then there are 'focussed' dreams, dreams that really tell a clear story - stuff you can remember or puzzle into a comprehensive story (3). Then there are 'prophetic' dreams, which may in and of themself occur in a variety of ways based on what types of dream they are. Eventually you'll remember tidbits, but usually they get forgotten ASAP and eventually return to memory (4). For the fifth type - I'm not sure if I should call them prophetic ones - and for generality and simplicity I do; Though there is that major branch I'd call 'identifictional' dreams, which are different to prophetic dreams in that they don't really seem to make any sense. They rather give us a hint - none specifically useful though - its more like a 'grafiti' dream, grafitiy because of the "I was here" grafitis. They're a bit like markers, as though the dream was there that you'll end up where you did (5). But - at some point ... maybe there's more ... though I feel like we can count 4 and 5 either into 1-3 or given them extra credit. Its like, there's more to it - and I know it - but I can't quite put my finger on it right now.


Anyway. That dream started with a party. Thats however the weird part. The dream does actually revolve around a Dormitory on a Campus. It begins with a Marathon thats occasionally going on on that Campus - but to tell the stroy starting with that - I have to talk about an idea I had - and that idea happened in a 'prequel' of sort. There we've been in a house, 3rd or 5th floor, where the party was at - and those rooms sortof 'morphed' into the Dormitory and during that transition I've had this "awesome idea".
On a sidenote that dream - and the party really tells us more about it - also touched on something personal; A minor detail - which is how I usually always end up being the idiot in a group of people. First everything is fine, I'm cool, people like me - but sooner or later things go down shit creek for no apparent reason, nothing I could do. So - on that party there was that guy. A friend. I've played around with my Vita, been listening to music, and all of a sudden I was asked to borrow it to him so he could listen to music to be able to better concentrate on something as to not be distracted by the party. Well so - I gave it to him. Then I sat there with a real friend on something like a bar talking about stuff. Minecraft potentially. Things happened which I guess are all things from the inner, darker windings of my brain sotospeak. Stuff that doesn't really matter to me anymore. Now at least. However - I then received a phone call, and that person wanted to know about that guy whom I gave my Vita. I asked the people around if he's still there - and all of a sudden I was like the biggest idiot for even asking, they even laughed at me, for duh - of course he's been gone. Well - turned out he wasn't gone after all! (He didn't even say good buy, if pointing that out would help - but nah, not with these people!)

Anyway - while the building so morphed into that Dormitory building I had this awesome idea. It was a U shaped building - though broader than deep (so: |___|), about 5 stories tall and a staircase at each corner and the ends. I so figured we might start at the bottom right corner, run down the hallway, up one floor, down the hallway, up one floor, etc., accross the roof and the same shenanigans downward. And then finally the transition was complete and I was participating in that Marathon but well, people weren't really into it. People didn't like it, and as we so approached the Dormitory I ran in there, executed my idea, and others followed me and it turned out to be a great idea. People loved it - and in the next scene thats the way how it 'should be done'. People practiced - even the younger kids - and we sortof extended the run by also including the side wings. Then - I suppose we can translate this weird transition into: "One day", or better so, one evening, I've been there in that right corner of the dorm, bottom floor - and thats where some weird shit happened. Two scenes - actually. In the first one some person was standing in a room I could look into, facing away from me, and another figure facing towards me. He talked to me - there was something really threatening about the situation and I was compelled to do as that person said. I took out my credit card, broke it, and went ahead, down the bottom hallway to the other corner where the office was. Then in one brief scene I was in that right bottom segment again and there was a bloodbath. Blood everywhere. Then it all of a sudden was the next day - we went into that segment and its all be clean - except for a plastic bag and some metal tray. Though its been relatively clean. Still the more we looked around, the more blood appeared everywhere. What doesn't make sense is that everyone knew that someone had been killed - and so, everyone's been afraid of a Ghost.
While I was about to wake up but still sortof seeing images responding to my thinking, we asked all the people that lived there out; And mentioning the probability of a Ghost all the people that occupied the right win were sortof reliefed - as to say: They were scared shitless, like, they didn't want to be there.
In hindsight that wing always was a bit different. It wouldn't be obvious once just moving through the corner segment - but once running down that right-wing something surely seemed a bit off. It was kindof dirty - or dark. Grim. As compared to the all-over happy feelings throughout the bottom wing. I wasn't really in the left one.

There's now one scene I missed. I've been in the dorms office - and emptying what I carried around with me there were two torn up dollars and a bit of trash - and it were those torn up dollars that gave first 'public notion' to the possibility of a Ghost. Oh, and another one: The Ghost did seem kindof scared of me. He/it was looking at me with some sight of terror mixed with confusion. Anyway - Observations: I was asked to break my credit card - and the Ghost followed me down that Hallway that otherwise didn't seem to be one of the haunted places. The ghost specifically appeared in that right corner - actually counted to the right wing.

Assuming that just that corner was haunted doesn't explain why the right-wing hallways were grimmer than the center one.
Anyway. It seemed the Ghost needed me to follow his demand - that way gaining power, then being capable of spooking a bit further.
Maybe it matters that I'm baptised or even more - anyway - the whole campus seemed willing to get into it, before investigating the Killer Ghost.


But - thats just a dream. In real life - I lived in two houses so far that 'gave me the creeps'. The one I grew up in - and the other one I lived in from 2009 to 2013.
The 'spook' seems to be tied to given locations. Where I grew up - its been mostly all fine - its just ... "the kellar" - but compared to where I lived from 2009 on also kindof dim - faint - almost not there. I grew up there - then we moved to some other place, but my gramps continued to live there and at some point I also moved back in. Its been eerier during my childhood. Just a sidenote.
In that other house however - well - thats been really weird! Noises for instance. That eerie feeling of someone being around. We used to make jokes about it - or - that one person did make a joke and now I believe that she did actually believe it; Just sortof throwing it out there in disguise. That because ... after I lived there for some time I did get that feeling that something was off. But I wouldn't believe in Ghosts! Or would I? It was later when some other guy moved in - and he's been one of the more sensitive folks. Maybe sensitive is the wrong word - but one night he came upstairs because he was scared. Upstairs being one up from the 4th. So - no 'Kellar' scare - and the scariest room in our whole space was actually not spooky at all. He made some research and stumbled upon an article of some guy who went missing there some years earlier. Well - perhaps not surprising, considering the house was/is in the redlight district. But then - something that really gets you thinking!

More so - this 'fright' - that really makes you do things you ordinarily wouldn't! I mean - I was never really motivated to check each corner, behind the doors, looking for that proverbial 'monster under the bed' or in the shelf - anywhere, ever, except for there. That also before he brought it up. I mean, those noises could have been just the result of gravity. Trash in the bags for recyclable material just finally falling over for instance - but, after he brought it up, the more I thought about it, the more fright I've been overcome by. I had two theories: Either its a real-life manifestation of a contemporary threat - like being stalked, noticing it subconsciously because there is this semi-telepathic field (Hype/Jinx/(I used to call it 'Astair')) and thus reacting wildly to any sensual trigger that might connect to it; Or, theory two: Also somehow related to astair there's the chance that strong emotions sortof 'stick' to a place. That would also explain the blood stains that appeared in my dream as though it was just a regular murder made look like a Ghost killed someone. So - there's the spook; And it would turn out someone did actually get killed there. But because the blood was fresh - I wouldn't rule the other way out either. ... And maybe ... there really are Killer Ghosts! "Have a pleasant Night!".




Well, thats my few cents to it!