My Personal Experience with the Supernatural

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With great reluctance I have decided to share my experiences with the supernatural. As someone who is a skeptic, who only believes through seeing and feeling, it’s difficult for me to type these words out of fear of being labeled “crazy”. However I know, without doubt, that the things I have witnessed are genuine and true and assure I you that there’s no attention grabbing nonsense in this article. Whether or not what I’ve seen is a mental side effect of some kind of magnetically charged atmosphere or manifestation of spirits can be discussed and evaluated elsewhere. The following details are explicitly true and not exaggerated in any way.

I don’t consider myself a man driven by fiction. Often I need proof of something before I believe it, even mundane things such as winning a prize. Until it’s in my hand, until I’ve witnessed it for myself, I have difficulty believing it. During my life I have been given cause to believe in the fact that we’re not alone on this Earth. Around us are forces we don’t understand and are probably a long way from understanding. Perhaps someday we will move these things from the column of “magic” and “supernatural” and into the realm of science. Until then, I can only categorize what I’ve seen and felt as not of this world.

Since a young age, as many children, I was sure there were things that went bump in the night. In a darkened room a shirt hung on a chair becomes a vicious ghoul. So in my adult life I have dismissed a large number of things that I may have seen as tricks of my imagination. These are visions or movement out of the corner of my eye and though they are numerous, I will not share them here as even I don’t know what I saw.

Growing up my parents owned a dog named GiGi. This sheltie had grown to become not just an animal, but a true member of the family. She loved especially us children and was fiercely protective. I’d not known my life for very long without GiGi, she had just always been there. Not long after moving from Germany to Oklahoma, GiGi grew ill. Lumps formed on her forehead that the vet determined was cancer, and one that she could not recover from. We fought with treatments from the vet and everything that could be thought of for years. In the end GiGi’s pain was too great and so with a heavy heart my father and mother took her in to the vet so they could be with her during her last moments.................