If you live in the South, you are familiar with the scent of honeysuckle. It blooms in May and stays around until the weather gets so hot the blooms drop off. It fills the air with its sweet lingering fragrance and is welcomed by every nose.The story I’m about to tell is strange and I have no simple explanation for the facts to which I will swear here and now. I have never believed in ghosts but always enjoyed going on ghost hunts with my friends from high school. We still occasionally go on a hunt even though we are several years out of high school. It’s still fun and we have a great time.One night in early June, a few years ago, my girlfriend, another couple and I were in route to a location that was reported to be haunted by the ghost of a young girl who died of a bee sting, some fifty years before. Dying of a bee sting seems unlikely enough to those of us who are not allergic, but the rest of this story is even stranger.The full moon was high in the night sky when we arrived at the abandoned house where the ghost was supposed to reside. The house was at that time located in the middle of a thirty-acre pasture adjacent to an old roadbed, which had been the main thoroughfare connecting this area of the county with the main county road leading to town. We had parked our car at the closest spot possible on the road and walked the considerable distance toward the lonesome figure of a dwelling, clearly visible in the open terrain.The story that brought us to this place, as told by the couple with us, goes like this:The young girl who lived in this house, loved the smell of honeysuckle and would pick a bouquet every day. She would bring it to the house where her mother would place it in a vase for everyone to enjoy. One day the mother had put the honeysuckle in the vase and placed it on a table in the living room. The young girl was gently brushing her nose against the blooms and was stung by a bee hidden among the flowers. Unknown to either of them, the little girl was allergic to bee stings. She suffered briefly and died that same day. She was rumored to be buried very near the house in a small family graveyard. The story is, that, when the honeysuckle is in bloom, the ghost of the little girl can be seen standing in the door of the house. That’s spooky enough, but what happened to us that night was even more disturbing and differs substantially from that version of the story.We all joked about the story and naturally us guys began pretending to see things, trying to scare the girls with our fake sightings. The first thing we seriously noticed was the obvious outline of three grave markers silhouetted against the open pasture by the bright blue-silver moonlight. That fit the story that was told and pretty much changed the mood from a joke to something else. Things weren’t quite so funny after that. We noted that the old house was in poor condition as we walked around it looking through the windows, none of which retained even a single pane of glass. There was no front door, only a deep, black opening. One of the girls remarked that the house looked like a face with the windows resembling dark eyes on either side of the open door, which could easily be imagined to be a mouth. Once you noticed it, it was an eerie sight.This old house was one of those that had never seen a drop of paint and was topped by a rusty tin roof. The chimney at one end of the house was made of fieldstone stacked with great care and it’s builders had used no mortar, typical of houses of that era. The house sat on a hillside with the downhill side elevated on pillars of stacked fieldstones. The front door was at a height of about three feet from the ground, where it had opened toward what had been the front yard. Blackberry briars guarded the doorways, effectively deterring any attempt to enter. The house didn’t have a front porch and the steps at the front door had collapsed years ago. We stood discussing the fact that we were just outside what we believed to be the living room where the bee had stung the little girl. About then, one of the girls mentioned that she smelled the scent of honeysuckle. With a deep breath, we all smelled it. It got very quiet, with only the far away sound of a whippoorwill and then, from inside the house, there was the very definite sound of footsteps. Clearly the footsteps were coming toward the front door. We all backed away several steps as a knee-jerk reaction to a sound that wasn’t supposed to be there.We stared in disbelief as the moonlight illuminated the figure of a grown woman in a long dress and a light colored apron standing at the front door. She was holding what appeared to be a vase of flowers. The moonlight was bright enough that we could see the expression on her face was that of a very unhappy woman. Both the girls screamed and I came pretty close myself. The figure paid no attention to the screams of the girls or our presence at her front door. We watched as the woman threw the vase out into the yard. I saw the vase flying through the very bright moonlight and expected to hear the crash when it broke against the rocky ground. That sound never occurred and before my eyes the woman faded into the thick, warm, night air. With numbed amazement, I looked back at the spot where the vase should have landed and could see nothing that resembled it. That odd feeling of the hair standing on the back of my neck and a weird paralysis in my legs held me fast in place. My brain was screaming “run”, my feet were refusing to move and I actually felt as though I was losing my balance. At this point, the heavy scent of honeysuckle, again, filled the air. We all looked at each other and I am sure we were all thinking the same thing. The girls echoed in unison, “Let’s go”. I think all four of us completely agreed with that sentiment, thus we moved, with some haste, toward where the car was parked.It was about two hundred yards to where the car was parked, on the side of a dirt road, but that walk (actually, more of a run) seemed much, much longer. We spooked a few cows in our hurried flight and quickly let ourselves through the pasture gate, to where the car waited. In the car, we had a loud and vigorous discussion about what had just happened as we hurriedly drove away. We all agreed that what we had seen had to be the little girl’s mother throwing out the flowers, which concealed the bee, which had killed her little girl. The woman’s apparition had every right to appear unhappy and it was very evident that her spirit was yet unquiet and had been so for all the years since the girl’s death. She had likely reenacted this same futile act of throwing out the flowers, countless times… every year… when the honeysuckle is in bloom.Now, every time I smell honeysuckle, I relive that night, when I looked into the face of a very real and troubled spirit that was trapped in a fruitless cycle between the peace of the grave and the torment of living with the loss a child. May she, one day, find peace.

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My friend Jay and I were playing around in front of classroom 608 when his teacher walked out of the classroom. She made some comment about Jay and I being are boyfriend and girlfriend, making me blush. Just then, the teacher's eyes filled with horror and she stared at me in the strangest way. I felt uneasy, but since she's the teacher, I didn't tell her about my feelings.When she was gone, I turned to say something to Jay, but he beat me to it. "Yeah, I noticed that, too. She hasn't been so strange before, staring at people like that."That night at 11:30, I was in my bed, staring blankly at the ceiling. That's when I heard a voice: "Here sweetie...come here..."I froze, then looked around frantically, but no one was there. Creaking sounds began to emanate from the closet. Quickly, I jumped up from my bed and ran to the living room, curling up on the chair so I could see all the doorways. After a while, my weariness overcame me and I fell asleep.The next day, I woke up at 5:40 a.m. I was just using the computer when I heard the same voice, again. Only this time, it was saying: "You...death...school..."It said some other words I couldn't quite make out, as well. Whatever it was, I freaked out and ran to my parents -- but of course, they didn't believe me. I stayed in the same room with them before I went to school anyway, and they didn't comment on how clingy I seemed to be.I told Jay about the voice at recess. He nodded his belief and I was relieved that he didn't just laugh at me. Just then, his teacher came out of her classroom. She motioned me to follow her, so I did. She took me into classroom 608, then asked me: "You heard sounds last night, didn't you?"I just stared at her in shock. How did she know that I heard the voice last night?"And why did you ask that?"She just said, "Nothing. No reason."That night I heard the voice again. By now, I was sick of it and wanted it to quit. So I got mad and yelled: "Would you please stop that? Whoever or whatever you are! I don't care if you are a ghost, alien or monster! Just get lost! Stop bothering me!!!"I didn't hear another voice that night.The next day, screwing up my courage, I asked Jay's teacher about the voice. Finally, with a long sigh, she told me the whole story.Before our school was built, it was a graveyard. The voice I kept hearing belonged to a girl who was three years older than me. According to the teacher, that girl was once the most beautiful in the city, but after a horrific car accident, her beauty was changed. The girl was so upset that she killed herself with a knife. The teacher said she saw the girl's ghost behind me that first day, desiring my body and face for her own.I shivered when she said those words. I was able to see things from the other world.When would it stop?

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 have been experiencing ghosts and paranormal things since I was young. I grew up in a house that had ghosts around it all the time, so when I moved out of it, I figured I would never experience it again. I was wrong.When a bad storm hit and forced me to move with my kids out of the house we were living in, we had no choice but to move into my future brother-in-law’s house. It is a nice house, big with a large yard, but right next door is a small family cemetery. It’s a very sad place. Most that are buried in there are infants, some that were stillborn and others that passed away shortly after birth. Most were buried in the late 1880s. There is one grave of a child that is way older than the others, however. He was three when he passed away.Anyways, things were fine while staying at my brother-in-law’s. The kids got settled into new surroundings and new routines. After everything started to get smooth, some things started to happen. One day when I was downstairs lying on the couch with my youngest daughter, I noticed a movement. At first I thought it was my youngest son, but then it dawned on me that he, as with the other kids, were at school. So I stayed on the couch and just closed my eyes. I felt this feeling of someone watching me, so I opened my eyes. There on the staircase looking through the bars on the stairs was a little boy in an orange hooded sweatshirt. He was small with brown hair and big brown eyes and was just sitting there smiling at me. The first name that came to my head was that of my youngest son, so I yelled out my son’s name, and the little boy stopped smiling and got up and ran up the stairs. I laid there for a minute then got up and put my daughter down, then went upstairs to see what was going on. I checked all the rooms and even in the usual hiding spots and there was no sign of the little boy. I just shrugged it off and went about the day and the next few days like usual.Then one night, when all the kids were in bed asleep, I went downstairs to get some water and I noticed that all the little toy cars my boys were playing with were on the fireplace hearth and were lined up in a perfect line. I thought maybe one of the boys didn’t pick up his toys, so I picked up the cars, put them up, then walked into the kitchen. I was in there for maybe two minutes and when I walked out, the cars were out again! I put them up again and walked to the stairs. When I turned my back to make the turn to go up the stairs, I heard the squeak of the tires of one of the cars. When I looked again, all the cars were out all over the living room! I got mad and went and picked up the cars again, but this time I said in a low voice that only I could hear, “It’s late and time for bed. No more time for play—go to sleep.” Then I got up and went upstairs to sleep.In the morning, my brother-in-law and boyfriend were up before us, and I could hear them talking about the kids not putting up the toys. After they left, the kids got up and were getting ready, and when we got downstairs, I saw what my boyfriend and brother-in-law saw. All the cars were out on the fireplace in a nice long line. I told the boys to pick up the cars, then finished up my morning routine; I was home alone again.This time things got weirder. My youngest son had a remote control car, and the thing went off. It was driving all over the place and the control was next to me on the couch with the switch positioned to off. I just ignored it and went about my day. Later, I was lying on the couch again with my daughter and I saw him again. This time he was at the foot of the couch. He looked so sad. At first I thought, “I’m sleep deprived. I’m seeing things.” So I closed my eyes and opened them and he was still there. I figured, what the heck, I’ll talk to him. I asked him, “Are you okay?” He said no. I asked him if he needed something, and he said no. I asked him if he wanted something. He said yes. I felt a little uneasy when he answered that question. I took a deep breath in and asked him, “What do you want?” He looked at me and said, “I’m sleepy—can I lay down with you, Mommy?”Now that did freak me out a little, because the ghosts I grew up with never really talked to me much, if at all, so this ghost talking to me was making me a little nervous. I took another deep breath and said the unthinkable—“You can come and lay down with me, but when you go to sleep, I’m going to have to put you to bed like I do with the baby.” He said, “It’s okay, Mommy, I just can’t sleep without my cuddle time.” At one point I got a little uneasy, but then I felt so bad and my maternal instinct kicked in. I laid down on the couch and said, “Come, it’s time to sleep.”He came closer, and then I could feel him on the couch, then his cold hand on my stomach. The whole time I had my eyes closed, and when I felt him touch my stomach, I looked down and saw him lying there, looking at me with a smile on his face, then he closed his eyes and he was gone. I told my boyfriend about this and he said that I was just seeing things. So, finally, one day I decided to go and look in the cemetery to see what the little boy’s name was, and what I saw was a shock. I actually looked closer and saw that the little boy’s middle name was that of my son’s first name, and there was one of the covers that cover a picture of the deceased. I lifted it up and saw the little boy. I freaked out a little, but then I felt kind of relieved, because since that afternoon he has not been seen, and I think that all he wanted was someone to cuddle with him just one last time.

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next i will tell you hauntings but first how to deal with ghosts

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 Many people believe their homes or business to be haunted. This may be true, but the actual chance of a home being haunted by something harmful or demonic is slim to none.  This is not to say that it doesn't happen, but it is a rare occurance.  Most "hauntings" are of the mild sort, where you're aware there is a presence, but it is not generally harmful or bothersome. I am a psychic medium for a paranormal group called Ghost Quest - www,ghostquest.org -  and most of the calls we get end up being one of seven things, Family, spirits connected to place, spirits attached to you, spirits in trouble, residual spirits, highly negative spirits and finally demonic.           Types of spirits: A family member or loved one who has passed- This type of spirit just wants to let you know they are around. These types of hauntings can be abit unsettling as usually the spirit moves things, may play with electrical items such as light switches and tv's, or you may feel as if being watched or have been touched. How to deal with it:  In many of these cases a simple "I know you're there, don't do anything physical and you can stay" will suffice. These spirits mean you no harm and genuinely just want to make contact. *** Spirits connected to place- They often built, worked, or grew up and/or died in the place they are attached to.  Most spirits connected to place love where they are, have been to the light, and are content. You won't notice much from these types of spirits, but if you do it would come in the form of things being moved, possibly an apparition or voice. Most of these spirits are actually unaware that you are there and are going about business as usual. They are not to be feared.  How to deal with it: If you do notice activity and think it may be this type of spirit, talk to them, they'll listen. Having said that, there are some spirits of place who are very put out. These spirits may have died there and need help or they may be very angry. We will address both these types of spirits in a bit. Spirits attached to you- This type of spirit activity usually centers around one person. This spirit will even follow if the person moves. Most times this happens because the spirit sees something within that person. This could be an event coming up and they want to be supportive or even abilities in the case of a spirit that needs help. It is best in these types of situations to get help if you think it's the latter.  How to deal with it: You want an experienced psychic medium or a paranormal group like Ghost Quest who helps spirits in need. Spirits in trouble- Spirits who are in need tend to begin slowly. Usually there is a person who is gifted, whether or not they are aware of it, and that is what draws the spirit. These spirits are usually stuck, but may seem to be negative. They usually are not. Think of it this way, if you are standing next to someone and say "Help me!", and the person looks right through you, even though you KNOW they can hear you, what do you do? Well, you get louder, and when that still doesn't work? You panic and get upset. "Well....if they can't hear me, maybe if I do something that will get their attention!" This is when activity starts. Most spirits of this type show some type of activity. It may be throwing things, moving things, etc. It also often confused with the poltergiest type of activity. It's not.  How to deal with it: If you experience this,again, get help from a medium or paranormal group used to dealing with this type of activity. Residual- This type of haunting isn't one of spirits. It's one of place or land and although you may see apparitions with this type of haunting or feel cold chills***, these are more memories rather than actual spirits. Houses, which are in fact made up of energy can, at times, retain the energy of memories. How to deal with it: A good clearing can take care of this issue. Negative spirits Negative spirits are angry, cold and unfeeling spirits. They don't care about you, your situation or your family. They want you out!  Gone! They do alot of different things to achieve that goal. These spirits can be attached to a home, business or land. They can also, at times, attach to a person although that is rare. Some feed on negative energy and can manifest that in a household or business. What I mean by that is that your home may be peaceful and suddenly everyone begins to nitpick and fight. You don't see an explanation as to why everyone is so angry, it just is. They may  also exhibit poltergiest type activity or activity that can seem almost demonic in nature. They can make you feel sick, scratch you, push you, etc. They will take whatever measures they need to to get rid of you. Not kill you, just get you to leave. It is you who are invading thier space. Most of these types of spirits are grounded and can't move on without being forcefully moved. Most of them think there is no help for them or are so negative they don't care anymore. How to deal with it: With this type of haunting get a medium or a paranormal group who is experienced with negative spirits and clearing and sealing a home. This can be dangerous and is not to be taken on without someone with experience. Demonic- Demons do exist. They live in every culture in the world. They are dangerous, hurtful and have no ethics or morals as do spirits, even the negative ones. They have never been human. They live in the darkest recesses of the heart, mind and belief system. This type of entity begins slowly but doesn't come without an invitation. Using a Ouija board incorrectly, asking for spirit communication without being specific or keeping yourself  safe can and do open the doors to anything that wants to come in. You have to be careful. Inhuman or demonic spirits, as I said, begin slowly. They make you feel as if you're losing your mind. They ruin relationships, your health and wellbeing. Then they invite others and although there are other steps, the final one is possession.  I am not an expert in the field of demonic entities. How to deal with it: If you feel you have this type of event happening seek help immediately! Do not think twice! Run! This is nothing to fool with and not to be dealt with by amateurs. This is the only case in which people can die.      

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inda freaked outMe and my family have been living in our house for a little more than 3 years now. Im pretty sure the,house is somewhere between 90 and 100 years old. Im not really sure about the history of the house but there has been a lot of strange things that happen here. It started out with little things like lights turning off and on and little things going missing here and there, normal things that night be explained by forgetfulness. Then on occasion we would be sitting watching tv and the tv would turn itself off or we would try to turn the tv off and it would immeadiatly turn itself back on. Quite often our light bulbs need to be replaced for no apparent reason, they work for a few days then dont. We often see shadows where there should not be, because we live in the country and there are no street lights and very little traffic. These are all things weve gotten kinda use too, but more resently within the past month, more stranger things have happened. I took some pics of my kids and you can see light orbs in them, that has never happened before, in one of them if you zoom in More will be coming soon.Apr 23, 201

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Don't turn on the light.  She commandeered the room in the basement of her dorm as soon as she realized she would have to pull an all-nighter in order to prepare for tomorrow’s final exam. Her roommate, Jenna, liked to get to bed early, so she packed up everything she thought she would need and went downstairs to study . . . and study . . . and study some more. It was two o’clock, when she realized that she’d left one of the textbooks upstairs on her bed. With a dramatic sigh, she rose, and climbed the stairs slowly to her third-floor dorm room.  The lights were dim in the long hallway, and the old boards creaked under her weary tread. She reached her room and turned the handle as softly as she could, pushing the door open just enough to slip inside, so that the hall lights wouldn’t wake her roommate. The room was filled with a strange, metallic smell. She frowned a bit, her arms breaking out into chills. There was a strange feeling of malice in the room, as if a malevolent gaze were fixed upon her. It was a mind trick; the all-nighter was catching up with her.She could hear Jenna breathing on the far side of the room—a heavy sound, almost as if she had been running. Jenna must have picked up a cold during the last tense week before finals. She crept along the wall until she reached her bed, groping among the covers for the stray history textbook. In the silence, she could hear a steady drip-drip-drip sound. She sighed silently. Facilities would have to come to fix the sink in the bathroom…again.Her fingers closed on the textbook. She picked it up softly and withdrew from the room as silently as she could. Relieved to be out of the room, she hurried back downstairs, collapsed into an overstuffed chair and studied until six o’clock. She finally decided that enough was enough. If she slipped upstairs now, she could get a couple hours’ sleep before her nine o’clock exam. The first of the sun’s rays were beaming through the windows as she slowly slid the door open, hoping not to awaken Jenna. Her nose was met by an earthy, metallic smell a second before her eyes registered the scene in her dorm room. Jenna was spread-eagled on top of her bed against the far wall, her throat cut from ear to ear and her nightdress stained with blood. Two drops of blood fell from the saturated blanket with a drip-drip noise that sounded like a leaky faucet. Scream after scream poured from her mouth, but she couldn’t stop herself any more than she could cease wringing her hands. All along the hallway, doors slammed and footsteps came running down the passage. Within moments other students had gathered in her doorway, and one of her friends gripped her arm with a shaking hand and pointed a trembling finger toward the wall. Her eyes widened in shock at what she saw. Then she fainted into her friend’s arms.On the wall above her bed, written in her roommate’s blood, were the words: “Aren’t you glad you didn’t turn on the light?”

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I had a dream that a zebras were chasing me for my pie D:

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 Many people believe their homes or business to be haunted. This may be true, but the actual chance of a home being haunted by something harmful or demonic is slim to none.  This is not to say that it doesn't happen, but it is a rare occurance.  Most "hauntings" are of the mild sort, where you're aware there is a presence, but it is not generally harmful or bothersome. I am a psychic medium for a paranormal group called Ghost Quest - www,ghostquest.org -  and most of the calls we get end up being one of seven things, Family, spirits connected to place, spirits attached to you, spirits in trouble, residual spirits, highly negative spirits and finally demonic.          Types of spirits:A family member or loved one who has passed-This type of spirit just wants to let you know they are around. These types of hauntings can be abit unsettling as usually the spirit moves things, may play with electrical items such as light switches and tv's, or you may feel as if being watched or have been touched.How to deal with it: In many of these cases a simple "I know you're there, don't do anything physical and you can stay" will suffice. These spirits mean you no harm and genuinely just want to make contact. *** Spirits connected to place-They often built, worked, or grew up and/or died in the place they are attached to.  Most spirits connected to place love where they are, have been to the light, and are content. You won't notice much from these types of spirits, but if you do it would come in the form of things being moved, possibly an apparition or voice. Most of these spirits are actually unaware that you are there and are going about business as usual. They are not to be feared. How to deal with it:If you do notice activity and think it may be this type of spirit, talk to them, they'll listen. Having said that, there are some spirits of place who are very put out. These spirits may have died there and need help or they may be very angry. We will address both these types of spirits in a bit. Spirits attached to you-This type of spirit activity usually centers around one person. This spirit will even follow if the person moves. Most times this happens because the spirit sees something within that person. This could be an event coming up and they want to be supportive or even abilities in the case of a spirit that needs help. It is best in these types of situations to get help if you think it's the latter. How to deal with it:You want an experienced psychic medium or a paranormal group like Ghost Quest who helps spirits in need.Spirits in trouble-Spirits who are in need tend to begin slowly. Usually there is a person who is gifted, whether or not they are aware of it, and that is what draws the spirit. These spirits are usually stuck, but may seem to be negative. They usually are not. Think of it this way, if you are standing next to someone and say "Help me!", and the person looks right through you, even though you KNOW they can hear you, what do you do? Well, you get louder, and when that still doesn't work? You panic and get upset. "Well....if they can't hear me, maybe if I do something that will get their attention!" This is when activity starts. Most spirits of this type show some type of activity. It may be throwing things, moving things, etc. It also often confused with the poltergiest type of activity. It's not. How to deal with it:If you experience this,again, get help from a medium or paranormal group used to dealing with this type of activity.Residual-This type of haunting isn't one of spirits. It's one of place or land and although you may see apparitions with this type of haunting or feel cold chills***, these are more memories rather than actual spirits. Houses, which are in fact made up of energy can, at times, retain the energy of memories.How to deal with it:A good clearing can take care of this issue.Negative spiritsNegative spirits are angry, cold and unfeeling spirits. They don't care about you, your situation or your family. They want you out!  Gone! They do alot of different things to achieve that goal. These spirits can be attached to a home, business or land. They can also, at times, attach to a person although that is rare. Some feed on negative energy and can manifest that in a household or business. What I mean by that is that your home may be peaceful and suddenly everyone begins to nitpick and fight. You don't see an explanation as to why everyone is so angry, it just is. They may  also exhibit poltergiest type activity or activity that can seem almost demonic in nature. They can make you feel sick, scratch you, push you, etc. They will take whatever measures they need to to get rid of you. Not kill you, just get you to leave. It is you who are invading thier space. Most of these types of spirits are grounded and can't move on without being forcefully moved. Most of them think there is no help for them or are so negative they don't care anymore.How to deal with it:With this type of haunting get a medium or a paranormal group who is experienced with negative spirits and clearing and sealing a home. This can be dangerous and is not to be taken on without someone with experience.Demonic-Demons do exist. They live in every culture in the world. They are dangerous, hurtful and have no ethics or morals as do spirits, even the negative ones. They have never been human. They live in the darkest recesses of the heart, mind and belief system. This type of entity begins slowly but doesn't come without an invitation. Using a Ouija board incorrectly, asking for spirit communication without being specific or keeping yourself  safe can and do open the doors to anything that wants to come in. You have to be careful. Inhuman or demonic spirits, as I said, begin slowly. They make you feel as if you're losing your mind. They ruin relationships, your health and wellbeing. Then they invite others and although there are other steps, the final one is possession.  I am not an expert in the field of demonic entities. For a full set of steps of demonic hauntings and phenomena that can be experienced you can go to www.ghostquest.org and you will find a link to a posting by Katie Boyd who is a demonologist and occult expert. My expertise is with spirits, from everyday to highly negative. How to deal with it:If you feel you have this type of event happening seek help immediately! Do not think twice! Run! This is nothing to fool with and not to be dealt with by amateurs. This is the only case in which people can die.

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It was 8:30 in the morning, we got all up to go grocery shopping and buy supplies for my cousin's birthday. When we were all ready to leave, I was the first to get in the car (2nd hand mitsubishi Pajero) since I don't put on make-up. I was silently enjoying the car music. I didn't notice my aunt going up to the back seat. She claimed she saw a spiky-haired boy beside me looking at the opposite side to where my aunt was. She thought the boy was my youngest cousin, I only notice her saying "Miguel, where's your brother?" I looked at her wondering why she's calling me Miguel (Name: Denice). When the actual Miguel came up to the back seat, my aunt was shocked she saw the real Miguel. Looking back to the back seat where I was, she also got shocked the boy was no longer there.Even before this happened, there were numerous counts of farts but no one was farting at all. Even if the car was 2nd hand, it was still running at a fine condition. We got scared each time we left on a trip with that car. My father even saw the boy in the back seat through the rear mirror. We were all threatened by this spiky-haired boy. We went on this trip just to bless the car to be protected from evil spirits. It never happened again, we never saw the boy nor notice one of his farting.

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