I write paranormal stories and novels. Not only do I believe paranormal activity is possible (there are many unexplained things in our world), but I’ve experienced a bit of it; a frisson of terror telling me to RUN out of a place, avoid a person, not do a specific thing, then later realized I could have been in trouble/danger for ignoring that ‘sixth sense.’ Several times, I’ve thought of something, like a certain person walking down the street, and then they cross my path.

How About You?

I believe most people have that, whether you label it a sixth sense, a survival instinct, or paranormal ability. But it’s little stuff, nothing like Paranormal Activity. (That series STILL scares me.) I believed something was going on in the house where I spent most of my childhood. It was a farm, then a convalescent home for war veterans for a bit. If you went up the back staircase, when you landed on the third step, it made this little cracking sound. So many nights I’d hear that sound, walk down the hall to investigate…and find nothing, no one.

Stirring Up Trouble?

There are legends, myths, and stories about strange occurrences which happen when something like a house, a garden, a woods, or such gets disturbed. We bought our current house in 1994 and added an addition about 15 years ago. We ripped off half the roof and added another floor from the former crawl space.

Nothing.

Not a peep.

Why Now?

For the past two months or so, little things have happened. Our attic has a fold down door with a ladder. Since it’s only the husband and me in the house, I was puzzled why the door was open. The ladder wasn’t unfolded, but… My husband swears he hadn’t been in the attic. He’s the greatest non-believer in anything weird (he’s a scientist, chemist). And I know I didn’t go up there. Been up there a million times, nothing weird ever happened. It hasn’t happened again, but other events have.

Okay, whatever. Until one day in my office, one of my books fell onto the floor. No one else was home. No heat vents near, no earthquakes (we recently had one in Bedminster), no storm winds shaking the house. I was in my bedroom, next door. When I heard the noise, I went into my office, and there was one of my Evolution Revolution books (Simple Lessons) on the floor. (Obviously I didn’t leave it on the floor.)

Then the papers from my desk falling to the floor-while I was sitting at my desk. I didn’t see them fall as I was working on a large monitor, but I heard the papers flutter to the floor. Right in front of the bookcase from where my book fell. (I picked them up, because I didn’t think anything of it until later.) That’s three things…

Wait, There’s More…

I thought these instances would make a good blog post. Weird things, ha ha, wild imagination.

Until the picture moved.

While I was facing it.

At the time I was standing in the shower. Rinsing off as I saw the picture swing down, then back and forth, back and forth…

I took this picture right after it happened:

This is looking out of my shower (after the moving stopped and I wrapped up in a towel). The hook is still in the wall (I painted it so it wouldn’t show up.)

What to think? Poltergeist? Why would strange occurrences happen now? I haven’t lost a loved one. I don’t do seances. Haven’t disturbed anything. Since the occurrences happened around me (come to think of it, I don’t think Nick was home during all of them, so I doubt it’s one of his loved ones. They’d haunt him, right?)

I’ll keep you posted. Minor events don’t unnerve me unduly, but if the roof suddenly collapses, please consider it foul play of a paranormal nature.

Stay tuned for my updated website, coming June. (I hope.)

And news about my forthcoming book, Christmas Bells, Hanukkah Lights!