Haunted- Living with Ghosts
A series into the life of my personal hauntings
haunt·ed
ˈhôn(t)əd/
adjective
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synonyms: possessed, cursed; More having or showing signs of mental anguish or torment.
synonyms: tormented, anguished, troubled, tortured, worried, disturbed
October is the perfect time for me to share with you how crazy my life is. I have already written about this time of year and how the Veil or the barrier between our world and the Other Side thins this time of year and contact becomes easier, but October and Halloween are not the only times of the year where contact is possible or easier. Certain Astronomical events and Astrological alignments open portals and doorways also allowing for contact with the dead; such as, Full Moons in the Water Signs of Scorpio, Pisces and Cancer. The Sun in Scorpio, Pisces and Cancer and major transits in those same Water Signs all open the Veil. Most contact during those times can come through very vivid and lucid dreams as it is easier for our personal loved ones to contact us when we are most relaxed and sleeping.
3:00 a.m. “The Witching Hour” – Speaking of Sleeping, are you often awakened around 3 a.m.? Don’t be scared, but someone from the Other Side is most likely in your bedroom, either staring at you, nudging you or just slightly touching you and then you suddenly awaken. This can take place any time after Midnight to 5 a.m., but most occurrences happen between 2 and 4 a.m. This is because the Veil is thinnest during those times each night. Most people are sleeping, the atmosphere is quiet. There aren’t any cars on the road, most businesses are closed and quiet as well. The softness in the air waves makes it easier for Spirit to slip through for a quick peek. If it is Foggy, Humid or Raining, the chances are even greater as the dampness in the air acts as a conductor to allow Spirit to pull energy through the airwaves that allows them to manifest and communicate.
Ever since I can remember, as a young child 4 or 5 I clearly remember being frightened at nighttime. Not just the typical child being afraid of the dark type of fear, but true immobilizing fear; the type of fear that makes you sweat and pee the bed type of fear. I knew things lived in my closet or in the foyer of my bedroom, hiding in the shadows just staring at me, waiting for me to drift off into a sleep so they could creep in and touch my face and my hair. The things that could make my dolls talk in the middle of the night and have conversations with each other; just in whispers low enough that I could not quite make out what they were saying, but I could see them move and hear their whispers talking about me and waiting for sleep.
One evening, close to or on Halloween, I was up in my bed – my Grandfather just finished tucking me in and helping me wrap my Mother’s Satin Pajama bottoms around my neck for safe keeping so that Barnabas 
would not be able to bite me should I happen to let down my guard and fall asleep. Maybe I watched too many episodes of Dark Shadows, but I was prepared for the Vampires and the Werewolves of my recurring nightmares.
My sister, ten years my senior, was in the master bathroom, next to my bedroom, getting ready for a Halloween party. I must have dozed off for a few minutes and when I awoke I saw the shadow of Abraham Lincoln standing in the foyer of my bedroom; the light cast from the hallway.
It was taunting me, moving in and out of the light. Creating a shadow and then slipping back far enough that I could not see it. My heart was racing, thumping in my chest. Every hair on my body was standing on end and my gut radar told me to run, but I was not getting out of my safe, warm and secure bed. I could see the shadow pacing back and forth in the hallway, dipping in and out of the master bathroom and then back again to my foyer. The sound of the living room television downstairs and laughter from my Grandparents told me that maybe my imagination was getting the better of me… this is a 6-year-old reasoning with her little self. The shadow must just be my sister getting ready for her party and going back and forth from the master bath to her own bedroom. I yelled out to her to stop trying to scare me and to leave me alone. Why would I be so afraid if it was my sister? Older sisters love to torture their siblings and if you have older siblings you will understand how I felt. Never the less, she did not stop; taunting from the shadows with her 19th Century Top Hat; which was bizarre as I thought she was going to the party as a dirty old man and not Abraham Lincoln.
As the intro for the nightly news came on and hours had passed since being tucked into bed, the Lincoln shadow figure would not leave my doorway. With terror rose within my throat, I could barely utter the screams for my Grandfather to come upstairs to check for me. “Make her stop, make her stop”, I clearly remember screaming. My Grandfather, reluctant to come up, appeased me, to get me to stop the yelling. As he approached the landing to the second floor, the shadow “thing” slinked back into the light, moments before my Grandfather entered the doorway to my bedroom.
“Poppy, Poppy, make her stop, she is scaring me”, I told my Grandfather, while tears flowed warmly down my full red cheeks; nearly hoarse from the screaming all night. 
He assured me as he re-tucked me into bed, secured the Satin Pajama bottoms around my neck for protection that my sister had gone out to her party hours ago and that no one was in the house except he, my Grandmother, myself and the dogs. He was so sure of his 6’ 5” self; he would protect me, but the shadow “thing” was as big as he. Could he not see it in the hallway?
As soon as my Grandfather hit the first-floor landing, shadow Lincoln reappeared and stood in my doorway the rest of the days I lived in that house. He never hurt me, but the fear was like a hot ball of gum in my throat every night for the remaining thirteen years I resided there.
2017, nearly 30 years after I left that home, now occupied by my niece and nephew, the Lincoln shadow remains, staring in on my Great-Nephew; he only revealing this information to me 4 years ago in a casual conversation that we were having about Ghosts, Entities and those that have Crossed Over from this life. All the details are similar, he does no harm, just stands in the doorway foyer overseeing the sleeping in the middle bedroom. My Great-Nephew has spent most of his 18 years in this home in fear, dark circles under his eyes from the lack of sleep, being able to see the things that go bump in the night; never fully being able to sleep deeply for fear that when he opens his eyes the Lincoln shadow “thing” will be standing right next to him.
A psychic medium friend picked up on this Lincoln and told me once that he owed a debt of obligation to my soul to watch over me and mine for the rest of eternity in repayment for murdering me in a previous life. This is his Karma and this is how he must pay it off. I am not sure this is true or not, but then why the deep fear? The fear that is only felt when evil is present? Not all entities produce fear, only the dark ones, the ones that hide in the shadows and watch; the ones that watch from the closet or the doorways of our bedrooms.
Read more about the Other Side here :
The Veil is Thinning….are you ready? Piercing the Veil, making contact with the Other side