I always love researching the unknown,especially ghost hunting shows.
This stuff is sooooo cool, and so fascinating.
Last year especially was something that spooked me out.
My grandma's house,I had always had the sense like I was being watched. That even when I was alone, I wasn't.
When she died (she was 98), it got even worse. Everytime I would go in there, it was an overwhelming feeling of being watched. Lights would go out, and my fatass would practically run a marathon, I was so out of there when that happened the first time. I refused to be in there after dark.
Going through some possessions, such as my great-grandma's wedding ring, it actually hurt my hand to touch it.
I saw shadows, my dad saw shadows in that house.
I'm just glad I don't have to go back there again,let's say that.
