I’ve been spending a bit of time “hunting down” some cool psychic stories from around the web….covering just about everything from simple ghost stories, crisis apparitions, poltergeist phenomena, EVP recordings and a whole host of other cool stuff.
It’ TRULY amazing how many ghost stories, or psychic reading experiences start off with – ” I rarely share this…” or – ” people think I’m nut’s so I never talk about this” or simply….” I’m not sure I even believe it, but the following is true”, etc.
Amazing isn’t it? We are so conditioned to BELIEVE that nothing extraordinary can happen, that when it does, we have to excuse the experience, before we even tell it..:-)
Here is one just like it below ( one of many I’ve found so far) and I’d love to hear some good stories here on the blog, so feel free to share yours below with complete anonymous freedom..:-)
(maybe we’ll take a vote on some point at the best one and give out some sort of small prize)
This story is true and whether you believe it or not is up to you. First off, I am more of a scientific person, and quite a few times I have been accused of “over analyzing” things. I just can’t accept some things “just because.” I need explanation, reasons, facts and so forth.It was 1989 on a Halloween night.
I lived in Orlando, Florida with a friend of mine. I was 22 years old, and Al was 23, so we were not too long out of high school. We got on the subject of psychics and witchcraft somehow, and I told him I didn’t believe in that mubo jumbo stuff, but I was familiar with it because my mom used to have little parties where she would invite a psychic, and people would write a question and put it in an envelope for the psychic to answer.
There’s a lot of opinions on this, and mine at the time was- that it was just for entertainment. Let’s face it. I could ask you a few vague questions like: ” Who do you know named Bill?” Or:”Does someone in your family have a health condition?”I am bound to at least get something to go on. I could say that I see Bill’s future is…..Fill in the blank.
This being said, my opinion really changed that Halloween night, in a little town called Cassadaga, Florida. What I didn’t know then, was that Cassadaga is a “spiritualist camp”. Almost everyone living there has something to do with psychic ability, holistic healing, the power of crystals, ect. Let me tell you: THESE PEOPLE ARE THE REAL DEAL. I never thought I’d be saying this, but here’s what happened that night.
