Ghosts are real. I had an experience which can be explained no other way. I advise one and all: do not read any further if you don't wish to be seriously terrified.
When I was young, I had an incredible imagination. I could see things in clouds and in the way tree branches would come together, in leaves and in mud. It used to be a game with me, that I would see these things and imagine them to be real. And mostly, it was very cool. Mostly, I enjoyed it. It was just a fun little make believe game I used to play when I was alone. But there was one time when the games were not fun.
Growing up, my bedroom was a converted attic on the top floor of the house. It had knotty-pine panelling and a sloped ceiling because it was against the roof. At the two ends, my room was maybe only 3 feet high. In the middle it was about 6 feet. There was only one window and it faced a street light out in the alley and that street light cast an orangish glow into my entire room and the directional light, being what it was, would play tricks on my eyes because my paneling also was orangish and so my knotty pine walls would actually seem to glow at night. And with each passing moment, as I would lay in my bed, eyes wide open, I would survey the room and see shadows. All sorts of shadows. I would see shadows within my school clothes, tossed across the back of a chair, and I would see shadows cast from my toys upon the floor. And I would see shadows, dark dark shadows, in the farthest corners of my room. I kept awake at night, for hours sometimes, just to watch the shadows. There was something about them that I didn't completely trust. There was something sinister about them.
And each night, after I had become quite terrified, I would play another game. I would like at the knots in the pine in the panelling on my wall and I would see eyes and I would see faces. those knots in the wall would appear to "pair off" and join into a set of eyes- as set of dark, black, soulless eyes that would stare at me and I could not stop staring back. Transfixed, I could feel my heart beating faster. I would pull the blankets tighter over my body, I would want to scream, call for my parents, but I found I could make no sound. And every night went on like this. My first memories are of this and it continued to the age of about 7. And then IT happened.
I was about 7 years old and I dreaded going to bed in my room. Oftentimes, I would beg and plead with my father to allow me to sleep downstairs in another room, but usually he said no and I would unwillingly trudge and stomp up to my room. But this time was different. I don't know what it was, but I positively DREADED going to my room that night. I just KNEW something was going to happen. I pleaded with my parents. I hid on my stairs, just outside my rioom that night for what seemed like hours, then tried to sneak back downstairs. I did not want to enter my room. I was afraid of what was there.
Finally, I fell asleep on my stairs and my father picked me up and carried me into my room where he tucked me in. And then it happened. My eyes shot open as he left the room. I immediately saw the eyes staring at me from the panelling. I immediately KNEW something bad was going to happen. I pulled the covers up over my body. I shivered in fear, I thought, at first, that I could almost make out a sound, like breathing, or laughing. Dark and sinister. Fear washed over me and the worst part was, and I didn't even know why I was afraid. And then... it happened.
This is why I KNOW ghosts really exist.
There, in my room, was a ghost. I couldn't see him, I couldn't hear him. I couldn't feel him. But I knew he was there....
Because he took a s h i t in my pants!!!!!!
. Best is to just get the mfg to replace it and go from there. Doesn't freak me or the wife out though. I'm educated in electronics servicing. Next is a power line analyzer to look for spikes.
