True Stories of the Disembodied!

Hey Occulties,

Now that I’ve assured my creepy Googler that I am always here to answer any question you may have about me (data mining and net-stalking being so passe and so stalkerish,) let’s all get down to our favorite topic… The Occult!!!!

Your old friend, Cat, was thinking today about something I don’t speak much of…which is the paranormal/spirit world. Some of you have asked for some of Miss Cat’s “scary stories” which I suspect is that you want to know about ghosties and scaries and things of that nature. Since I’m of the mind to yell such gems as “Shut the f*** up! I’m sleeping! Bother me tomorrow!” to most disembodied spirits, I am sure I’m the practitioner with the least amount of ghost stories. 😉 But I have a few, most of them having to do with when I was in college.

I went to college in a town called Plymouth. Its interesting to note that Plymouth is where the Baker and Pemigewassett rivers meet, and this is where a crazed person named Thomas Baker massacred all of the Pemigewassett American Indian women, children, and old people while the men were out hunting. He killed them all on that bank. Apparently he was merciless and horrid. When the Pemi men came and found their families horribly massacred, they went over by a place presently called Langdon Park (I was told, as its a big park, it was behind where the high school is now,) to track the person who slaughtered their families, and met up with Ol’ Tom Baker, who managed to then kill all of the greif and rage stricken men. Let me just say, there are parts of Langdon Park you just don’t want to hang out very long in. You get a bad “I should leave here now,” feeling for no reason.

Anyhow, because back in the day whites were congratulated for mercilessly destroying peaceful peoples (who weren’t white,) Baker was known as a “hero” for just needlessly killing those who’d never harmed him, and were no threat to him. I suspect the local native peoples spirits never quite got over this.

Why is this important? As far as I’ve experienced there is rampant spiritual activity in Plymouth, usually near where the Pemi and Baker Rivers meet, and also in Langdon Park. Also Plymouth has a serious fire problem…as in lots of places seem to catch fire with no good reason. I’m not saying the fire martial didn’t/couldn’t find a reason, I’m saying that I live near a town of 35,000 people (Plymouth was about 5000 permanent residents when I lived there,) and there isn’t even a tenth of the fire problem there that Plymouth has. It just seems like spirits get trapped in Plymouth, and weird crap happens all of the time.

Now that I’ve given some background, moving on to some ghostey stories.

When I was in my fourth year at college, I lived with a girl who was interested in the occult as I am. It was my second year in that particular apartment (for those of you who remember my “I killed the TV” story, this would be that apartment,) and I really liked living there because it was “clean,” and spirit free (ie clean.) Since she’d just moved in that year, I didn’t realize that she was one of those people who apparently think teasing dead people is fun, but let me tell you what happened.

So, according to what I am told, one night my roommate and a couple of friends had a bit too much to drink, and knowing about Langdon Park, they decide to go out there and bother dead people. So, they go to a spot, and having a large crystal or crystal ball with them, attempted to try to get a spirit to enter the ball. I am told all sorts of bad noises started coming out of the woods, and since they weren’t sure if it was a bear or a dead person, they decided to flee the scene, being sure to cross running water (since its difficult for a spirit to cross running water without a vessel, but can be done if you make a portal, which they did not make a portal,) and all of them return home.

It was probably a few days after this happened when I was meditating one day, just doing energy work, and I felt something like a dark cloud or a dark enegy in my bedroom. I didn’t think a lot about it and started pushing white energy out of myself to fill the room so as to clear out whatever the dark energy was. At first it moved like a bubble would move, trapped in a bag of water… So, it obviously was a bit more intelligent than I’d thought. Getting annoyed I just tried to push out enough energy to fill the house the apartment was in, and then the energy shot onto me and jerked me by the shoulders, and goddamn was that thing COLD. I could feel it looking me in the eye. I got up, called a friend, and the living room started to get cold. You could literally feel the cold drifting out of my wall into the living room. I had an idea I had to get some MAJOR MOJO done to get rid of this thing, so I was trying to ignore it.

My roommate comes home and I confront her, saying, “I loved this place because it was clean, and now today when I was meditiating something attacked me!”

She told me it was probably something following her around, and she was sorry. Asked if spirits could really not pass running water. I say “Well, if they have a vessel or something to carry them they can, or you need to make a portal for them to do so. Why?”

This was years ago, so I can’t remember if she told me or her boyfriend at the time told me, but I do know what I was told… When they got out of Langdon Park that night, everyone went home. Her boyfriend at the time was the owner of the large crystal, and he had wrapped it up and thrown it under his bed. Strange phenomena started happening immediately….starting with that he heard a horrible noise that night, like shattering, and moving on to more sinister things, like people feeling like something pushed them, that uber creepy sensation of something glaring at you, doors slamming, lights going on and off, etc. He had checked the crystal under his bed (which I swear was in a ball shape,) and the thing had shattered. Not when he put it there…it look like it exploded.

So, me being me, I was like “You guys made fun of and gave crap to the spirit of a dead Native American who died tragically, called it into a crystal for ‘fun’ and then when you got scared, you carried it home with you? Um, what are you doing? What were you thinking!?”

I got the reply “Well you said we just had to cross running water if a spirit was chasing us!”

To which I said, “I meant that like, if you’re somewhere and have a bad feeling, you cross the water…you don’t invite the f*cking thing to get into a vessel so it can cross with you!”

Needless to say, I had to have my house cleansed of all spirits. That was fun. Nothing like trying to sleep with something staring at you. 😛 But at the least, we got the minimum of it. Her boyfriend and his roommates had crazy spiritual crap happening constantly for quite some time.

Lesson to learn: Do not mess with the dead for your own amusement.

I know, not too scary, but hey.

The house I’d pledged my sorority in was very haunted. It was so haunted that the people who lived there after us (2 other Greek houses,) reported the same stories we had, and this was coming from people who had never heard these stories from people who graduated before they were even in school. :S

So, before I had pledged, the four sisters moving into the house that year (the lame-ass college doesn’t give us free houses, and all Greeks live off campus,) and so on the night they’d moved in everyone was upstairs. They heard a loud “What the f***!” yelled by a man, over on the stair well. Then they heard a door slam. The thing is the doors were all locked, and the only guy in there was one of the sisters boyfriends and he a.) didn’t sound like that man, and b.) wasn’t screaming at the time to which there are witnesses. When everyone ran to see what happened, there was no explanation. They shrugged it off at the time.

A few nights later, one of my sisters awoke to feeling someone touching her leg. Of course she was startled, so she sat up, and a man she described as “transparent and blue, and butt naked,” got up and walked THROUGH her bedroom door. The man appeared a few more times. He was always naked, and usually looking at the sleeper. I’d been told about the blue-man in this room by several people who lived there afterwards (including guys,) and he apparently likes that particular room, and leans over and stares at people. (I had told this story to someone some years ago, and the perv got her panties all wet thinking the ghost was trying to seduce my sister, which, no, it wasn’t the case, sorry to disappoint. She then went all over other mail boards claiming it was a ghost trying to seduce until i was like “No bitch, that’s just your fantasy, sorry.” She tried to argue, but I was like “A.) my sister would have told me that, B.) my friends who lived there later would have told me that, and C.) guys lived there and if such was the case those particular men would have run screaming into the night if that crap ever happened to them. He was trying to get a look at the sleeper, not trying to get his disembodied ass laid.”)

When I was pledging, my pledge sister and I were over by the bathroom one day, and we noticed the basement door was open. It wasn’t an easy door to open, as it stuck on a warped part of the floor. Wondering if someone was down there, we peeked down and called out to see if someone was. No one answered so we shut the door, and it was “locked” by a little latch and hook, so we locked it. A few minutes later (I think I was on the toilet at the time, haha,) I watched as the hook pulled up out of the latch (there is no way in physics this could happen,) and then the door pulled itself open, literally making a noise as it scraped over the floor. You had to PULL that door open. Needless to say that was not a fun peeing experience for yours truly.

Often in that house, you could feel someone staring at you – literally staring at the back of your neck and breathing on your neck…but there was no smell. One of my pledge sisters was shoved by it on occaision.

One night after I got in to my sorority, I decided I’d sleep at our house instead of my dorm room which was a farther walk from where I’d been. I climbed up to an extra bedroom we’d had, and laid down. I could FEEL something glaring at me. Feeling uncomfortable I looked up and saw freaking red eyes. I decided I’d sleep in my dorm that night after all.

And the other people who lived there after us? They all had a lot of the same stories.

And last but not least on my list:
So, about 3 years ago a fellow came to me and said he was having a problem with bad spirits. Being someone in my profession I get this all of the time, and most the time its just someone scaring themselves.

So, I was like, tell me the story.

He tells me that he’s been finding himself cursing and saying strange things to himself, losing periods of time, like he just can’t remember what happened during them, and also that he travels for work and that people in other countries, which are countries people oft do not speak English in, have been saying the same curse words to him, and they would be people he never met. If he asked them about it, they just looked confused, and didn’t know what he was talking about.

Well, this sounded like he was being ridden by a demon, so I asked a few questions which generally define if someone is being ridden or possessed. He answered to my satisfaction, and I referred him to someone who could help. As I did so, I got a sharp pain in my left hand. A few minutes later a bite mark was clearly visible on my hand…like you could see the imprint of teeth clearly, it was quite identifiable.

I was thankful I passed that case on to someone else when I saw that. 😉

Hope you enjoyed this offering!!

~Cat