Here’s my disclaimer: I do not like scary things.
Never in my life have I gone to see a horror movie and for perspective purposes, the movie “Signs” kept me restlessly awake for over a month.
So take that into consideration when I tell you that the idea of the paranormal scares the be-Jesus out of me.
The funny thing about the paranormal is that it doesn’t care if you are scared, it will exist without you. That was case when I was growing up and is still the case today.
My first memorable experience with the paranormal was when I lived in Alden, NY. I was just 4 years old at the time and woke up to the sounds of a party going on downstairs in my basement. By party, I mean people laughing, talking loudly and music playing. It was loud enough to wake me out of a sound sleep. As I crept downstairs to sneak a peek at this party, I noticed that the lights were not on. No one was down there.