Ghosts:Back to the Origin

So I moved back home with my parents after a relationship crash and a stint in Richmond. I started noticing that my bedroom was seriously about 10 degrees colder than the rest of the house. (You all know that ghost presences give a cold air feeling.) Now the things that were happening were starting to be physical.
Sitting on an airplane on the way to Las Vegas I was a bit nervous. It was my first time to fly by myself after 9-11. I started getting a bit nervous. I always think when I'm on a plane alone, "If I go down, who will I say goodbye to?" and then all of a sudden I was shoved forward by a "push" on my right shoulder. I thought...hmm...guess I'm not alone.
The weird things would happen. The radio would change stations. I would still be hearing things. Then the only scary bad thing happened. I was sleeping in my (cold) room. I woke up in the middle of the night and felt like I wanted to scream, but I couldn't. I couldn't move either. I finally shut my eyes really tight and pushed up off the bed. I was scared shitless....so I did what any twenty-something would do. I closed my eyes really tight again and pulled the covers over my head.

Ghost: Alone..Carolannnnn

Ghost: Alone...Carolannnn
So now I'm living alone and a little weirded out because I never did. My boyfriend was staying less often as the relationship deteriated so the apartment was a little more quiet. I started noticing things like picture frames face down, things moved. I even checked by slamming into the desk to see if anything fell....nada. When it came to the end of the lease and I was packing things up, I did a double check of the apartment. One light bulb was burned out of my chandelier. I packed up everything and decided I would take the light bulb out last to take with me to Wal-Mart. When I went for the light bulb, it was missing. I immediately ran from my apartment (not even locking it) and headed for the restaurant where I worked. Had a drink, mulled it over and decided to call my sister and tell her the story. I was staying at my BF's apartment because my apartment was packed. In talking to my sister I told her about the first time I saw a ghost. She remembered a story about an ex's mom having dinner across the street from the exact spot I saw my ghost. (Yes, it's mine.) She said she never paid much attention to it before but described exactly what I had seen. Getting creepy now?

I moved again to a new apartment and would hear all kinds of things. I was used to this by now, but new things happened. For instance, my sister came to stay with me. She brought her dog. She had flown the red-eye so I let her take a nap while I ran some errands and stuff. When I came back she said that she was napping and her dog started barking like crazy at the corner of the room. I knew what she was getting at.... The she said she just felt something. Something looking at her. And the dog just kept getting more and more upset. I almost rolled my eyes because I was like"See? I told you." I still don't think she was totally convinced. Then I told her how my TV (which was only 2-3 years old) kept going out and not working at all. I took it to a TV repair shop and they said they fixed it. (Which I later found out they gipped me on...) Anyway, it broke yet again. So my parents took it and sent it to a TV repair shop around them. They guy had it on for 30 days and it never blipped or anything. I was moving (yet again) and didn't need the TV. Plus, it wouldn't work for me. Consequently, 5 years later it is still playing in their bedroom. Can you hear the name...."Carolannnnn!!"

Ghost Moves

Ghost Moves:

So I know every dorm from here to Oxford is haunted, right? Well...I don't think the dorm. So through the next dorm I lived in and then the first apartment house I would hear noises, etc. I would always attribute it to living in an old house. Then there was the rumors of the fraternity house down the street being haunted. Of course Doug and I had to stay up to wait for it to "appear." Well, that plan didn't exactly work for me. (See if Doug would like to contribute his story of when they did appear or resurrect his blog to tell it...) My roommates and I jokingly called our ghost "Grandma Galbreath" after our landlord. When I moved out of there, one of my roommates moved with me. Through the next place we still joked of Grandma Galbreath. The final place we lived together was where I really started noticing things. Mainly laughing noises and sometimes something out of the corner of my eye. I asked her one day if she ever saw/heard anything (to see if I was crazy.) She said she would hear things when she was drying her hair....which is where I saw/heard things. Nothing much, but still activity...

First "Sighting"

First "Sighting":
I was a sophomore in college. My roommate had gone home for the weekend and one of my sorority sisters stayed in my room. We had stayed up a little to bullshit. I was in my my bed and my SS was in my roommate's. We talked a little more, shut off the TV and that was that. A few minutes later I heard my dorm room door open and saw the light come in from the hallway and shine in on the wall. Not uncommon a WC for a door to open late with someone looking to BS. I didn't turn to see who it was because I was tired, but heard papers rustling on the desk. Of course I got scared and shut my eyes really tight and pulled the covers over my head.

At breakfast the next morning I was discussing what happened and my SS chimed in before I could mention the details of the papers on the desk. She said she turned to see who it was and there was nothing. Not even the door open. We both asked around to see if any of the usual culprits had stopped in to BS...no one.

The other girls sitting with us lived directly below. The same situation happened to them except their door was locked. Weird, but not convincing, right?? Read on...

Ghosts: The Beginning

So for the past 12 years of my life I've been plagued by a ghost. I know it sounds strange, but this is my interpretation of it. These are going to be long posts, so I'll try to break them up.
It's validating if you read them all as they seem to tie in together in the end...

The Beginning:
The first time I saw a ghost I was either 18 or 19. I was on a midnight drive...probably to either hide my smoking from my mom or listen and cry to the radio because of a boyfriend. Anyway as I was driving down one of the roads to go home, I turned the corner. I slammed on my breaks because what I thought I saw not a person or animal, but my first instinct -"Oh shit. I think that was a ghost." It was a whitish figure that was visible enough to make me slam on my breaks. Strange, but true.

Nip/Tuck *Spoiler

Don't read this if you haven't watched it yet....

I think Nip/Tuck has finally crossed the line. The whole dog thing...yuck. Not so much what the woman did with the dog, but the guy rolling the dead dog on the table. Yet, I haven't shut it off yet.

Repost and Up and Running

I'm up and running.....let's just say I love wireless.

I know I need to write about the ghost stories...tomorrow. Today, I'm beat.

I was reading through my old posts...

this is me a year ago
this is me two years ago...

Where am I now? Good question....but I think it's a good place.

Eat My Wake

I miss this....I just am running out of time. I actually considered ending my blog. But, then I thought...wait. I just know everyone wants to hear what I have to say, right? Actually I could care less...though I do enjoy being creative with my stories.

So I did it. I competed in my first official swim meet in almost 13 years. And...I kicked ass! I The main event I was nervous for was the 200 yard freestyle. I submitted a time after I sat down and did the math of "well, in practice I can hold a 50 on :45, so I should be able to do..." I sent in a 2:45. (For those of you who don't understand swimming, sorry.) Anyway, sitting at the meet and after my warm up I noticed my mathematical error of 15 seconds. Shit. I'm totally going to look like an asshole if I don't come close to this time. Cute 35 year old guy (benefit to swim team for adults...cute guys!) will see me choke and shit. What did I finish?? 2:46. Go Girl!

There were people all the way to 87 years old. Unreal. One older man did have a women's suit on. Fo' real. Swimming has taken on a trend of full-body suits. Now, not that you need one at a master's league...I really only saw one or two people that deemed a $100-250 suit. But, these adults apparently have the money to blow on them. Anyway...the "Tranny" in the suit swam against me in the 25 free. I look next to me and he was right on my ass. I thought, "he-ell no is he going to beat me." Though he did have a full foot on me, I beat him. (And, took a pic of him in his suit.)

Needless to say, today was successful, but more imporatantly it was fun. I really enjoyed the competition. I'm looking forward to the next Olympics. heheheh.

Still no internet. I promise to get up this week. It's setting me crazy. I need to get back to my house and tend to the dog who has now taken up pulling the curtains out from around the back of the couch making a nice little tent area for him to look out the window. Especially funny when he has 2-3 toys stuffed between the window and the couch. He looks like he's stuck in one of those claw machines.

More updates soon.