The Ghostbusters of course.
And I wish I could right now.
I just had the most creepy afternoon ever.
We've all heard about ghost stories and paranormal experiences and usually, we take it with a grain of salt.
However,I for one can now attest to the fact that "You ain't seen nothing yet" until you have seen it for yourself.
My story starts at about 1:20 pm of today (08-28-2006). I was in room with my mother and father watching tv. We have this old-fashioned cuckoo clock ( a souvenir from Switzerland) that needs it's chains to be pulled every few hours or so to keep on running. Kind of like old wristwatches and clocks that need to be winded every so often. This clock is more or less positioned near the top right corner of a door to the toilet. I'm seated and facing the opposite of where the toilet door and the clock is.
All of a sudden, I hear the sound of the clock chains being pulled. Now, this was not a very common occurrence since we all usually forget to pull the chains on the clock so I looked to see who did it. To my surprise, there was no one there. Then, at about the same time, the door to toilet slams close, as if somebody was there and did not want me to see who it was. This creeped me out since both my parents were asleep and there could not have been anybody else who would pull the chain or slam the door but it did not register in my mind yet as a paranormal occurrence. I just sort of explained it as an overactive imagination on my part.
The next occurrence happened about an hour or so later. I was in a stock room on the second floor of our house and sorting stuff when I felt a cold chill. I looked around and I saw a black wispy thing floating just above my face. It kind of looked like a dirty cobweb but then cobwebs are usually stuck on a wall, not floating in mid-air and it seemed to be following me, albeit very, very slowly. As quietly as I could, I slowly walked out making sure the black wisp was not behind me until I reached the end of the stock room and ran down to the first floor.
On the first floor, I thought about it for a few minutes and gathered my courage to go back and take a picture of the black wisp with my camera-phone. TO my dismay the black wisp was gone when I entered the stock room. I kept on looking for it, at least until I heard the crashing sound. It seems a blank picture frame fell on the floor. However, I remembered that this particular frame was not hanging on a wall but lay on top of a flat table. Suffice it to say, that I ran back down, once again, as I had to proper explanation of how a frame lying flat in the center of a table could have fallen down due to physical causes.
I tried to forget that scary experience all throughout the afternoon until early evening when I had to pass the door to the stock room again on the way up to our house on the the fourth floor. Thankfully, nothing supernatural happened this time but the eerie chill was still there.
Hopefully in the morning when I wake up, all things should be beck to normal. This has been the first time I ever encountered what I think is a ghostly, paranormal occurrence. In fact, this is the reason I am chronicling it now. I'm hoping that this would be the first and last time I would have to live through something like that. My sleep tonight would most likely be troubled due to this : P *sigh* (as if I don't have enough trouble getting to sleep as it is)
Night all : )
Now, a highlight of the trip would be the safari. After all its not every day you get a tiger less than a foot away and chasing you with hungry intent.
To top off the trip, we went tree jumping... sort of...I kinda forgot what it was called, something about sliding and jumping. Anyway there is this cable strung between trees and you go sliding down them. Like so,
