Is your house haunted?

Do you believe in ghosts?

When I was a kid, I lived in an old farmhouse in the middle of nowhere. There was a great big red barn behind the house and 100 year old cottonwood trees all over the property.

All the homes in this area were separated by acres of land. The nights were bright with stars and the days filled with the sounds of insects and birds abuzz in the trees.

Every year in the late fall, enormous orb weaver spiders would build webs that hung from the eaves over every window. 

Our house was a ranch style home that had a basement.

Part of it was finished and part of it was not.

The unfinished part was windowless and filled with stuff: 
old toys from childhood, my parent's year books, boxes of books, forgotten furniture, heirlooms and more. 

In the farthest back, right corner of that room was a door. 

(not actual childhood basement)

The door led to another windowless room. 

We kids, were afraid of this room.

It was a confusing space with floor to ceiling shelves filled with dusty, forgotten things lit with flickering florescent lights.

It smelled of dampness and cement.  

And just outside the entrance to this room was a doll in a rocking chair.

She had green eyes that opened and closed. Her white nightgown was stained and yellowing and her arms and legs were worn and scuffed.

Her hair had been cut by a kid and stood straight up off her head.

We hated this doll. We thought she was haunted.

We would imagine that while we slept at night, her eyes would open and glow, into that very dark blackness.

As teenagers, we thought it was 'fun' to go into the outer room and close the door and turn off the lights.

The game was to see who could last the longest before getting scared.

I can still remember how the darkness had a presence, that seemed to press in from all sides.

It was so pitch black, you couldn't see anything. Not even your own hand in front of your face.

The worst part was knowing that doll was there, too. 

If someone felt really brave, they would go into the shelf room, but that almost never happened.
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Then, one night after we had played the "game", my friends and I were hanging out in the basement (in the finished part).

We were talking and laughing and having a good time, when it was time for a snack refill. 

No one else was in the house at the time, just me and two other friends.

Two of us went upstairs leaving Corey*, in the basement. ALONE.

Amy and I were in the kitchen when Corey came running up to find us. He was flustered.

"I just heard you calling me...."

'We weren't calling you.'

"No, I heard you calling to me....from that BACK ROOM, I thought you were playing a trick on me."

"We have been up here the whole time."

"I heard a voice, coming from the back room calling my name."

"IT WASN'T US!"

...

Needless to say we did NOT go back into the basement that night.

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Over the years there were other things that happened like this.  It was often subtle but there was definitely a presence in that house.

I spoke to my Mom recently and she also acknowledged that she had experienced strange phenomena there.

Now that I am an adult and my work is in the energetic realms, I encounter beings quite often in spaces. 
Many of them are not necessarily 'ghosts' but some are!

I have definitely done many clearings of spaces of energies that are not supposed to be there.  

When the energetic presence is a ghost, it is usually a being that has gotten stuck or lost and needs help getting where it needs to be. 

In general, they are not beings to be afraid of, they are just confused.

In that case, we can imagine opening up divine light from above and connecting the ghost to that light.

Many are quite happy to be on their way!

What do you think, have you ever had a ghostly encounter? 

I would love to hear about it.
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Still not loving old dolls,

Lark