Some paranormal events can be very amusing and some remind us that what we are dealing with is unknown and we shouldn’t make any assumptions.

I was attending my first big birthday party, it was for a little girl in my class whose parents wanted to make a big deal out of her turning 10. I remember it being lots of fun, brightly colored and ridiculously silly.

At the end of it we all piled into sleeping bags and started talking about ghosts. Though none of the friends I had then knew about my own experiences I remember thinking it would be nice to talk about it. I never really got the chance.

The birthday girl’s older brother came into the room at key moment during a ghost story and scared us all. Nothing like a room full of squealing little girls, I’m surprised her parents didn’t come storming in, but perhaps they were somewhere laughing at all of the excitement.

I remember that her brother was not nice. He laughed at us for being scared and then proceeded to pick on his little sister. I think her name was Anna, I can’t remember for certain, but know that I liked her.

The brother continued to taunt her and called her stupid. I think Anna and some of the other girls shot back insults at him, I know I didn’t, I was too timid.

Finally the brother got tired of his game and turned to leave, but as he did he very meanly announced that we were all stupid because there were no such things as ghosts.

He was standing next to a side table on the edge of the room when he said it and he had all of our attention. Right after the words were out of his mouth a large glass paperweight scooted off of the table and fell on his foot.

It must have hurt, because he even swore. Naturally, the room erupted in laughter. We must have all been shocked, we all saw that there had been nothing there to move the paperweight, but I think seeing him hop around was just too funny after he had been so mean to really to take it all in.

Though experiences with ghosts and hauntings don’t often take violent turns, I know that we all appreciated that one. The brother was not seriously hurt, but he didn’t say anything else to us as he stalked off and he didn’t come back that night. He looked a little scared when he left.

What exactly happened that night? Could it have been a ghost that saw fit to scare the boy? Or perhaps it was Anna who may have never known to learn telekinesis, but gathered all of her energy in anger and reacted without understanding it?

I know we spoke of it for a long time that night. We had all decided it was a ghost. A cute boy ghost if I remember correctly. I didn’t see anything that night, so I have never really been certain what caused it, but it was kind of funny.

Goodbye for now, another end.
Until a time we meet again.

-Seline

I am jumping ahead again a bit and for this I apologies, to all of perhaps…are their even 10 of you out there? I am trying to keep all of these stories in order of age, but I felt in the mood for this so I am going ahead with it.

Now let’s see. I must have been about thirteen years old; I know spooky number, but in all honesty not the most eventful year of my life. I had just discovered the wonderful world of being released from parental supervision while out with a few friends. How hard we all tried to seem mature, while gawking at everything around us.

I remember how we all got cappuccinos. Not because any of us knew what to expect, but because it sounded grown up.  As a side note I remember something hovering close to the barista who served us, but it was vague, couldn’t even say if it was male, female, ghost or something else. I do remember thinking it liked the smell of the coffee and wondering if all paranormal beings (I generalized much more then and called everything a ghost,) could smell even though they didn’t actually have noses.

Back to the story-

As we walked, proudly displaying our grown-up drinks, we passed a small tent at a fair of sorts. Not a fair with rides, but a kind of cultural festival. As I passed by the curtained entrance a knarled hand shot out and grabbed my wrist causing me to lurch and spill half of my un-lidded right of passage all over the side walk.

I didn’t scream, or try to get free; I looked up at the sign hanging above the hidden entrance to the tent and gazed at the psychic eye drawn in between words I couldn’t read. The curtain moved and revealed a startling looking woman who fit the description of every horror film or nightmare about such situations. I mean honestly it was so cliché I should have laughed, but her grip didn’t allow me to see the situation as a humorous one.

She had cloudy eyes that I assumed were caused by very poor vision or blindness. She had long gray hair that hung down in straight, frizzy clumps. Her face was actually quite pretty, but at the time I thought she looked at least two hundred years old (she was probably only about 60.)

Her clothes were eccentric and dark and she had so much jewelry on I wondered that she didn’t topple over when she walked.

I was scared. Most of my friends had continued to walk as they were ahead of me and only one remained watching me, my gripped wrist and the woman in the tent whose head had crept through the flimsy curtain. I remember my friend look horrified, but seemed unable to do anything but gape.

The woman “looked” at my face and stated, in hoarse whisper: “You can see.” It was even worse than I imagined. I was actually shaking a little, right there in broad daylight. She then cocked her head a little as if measuring me up and said: “I know what you are.”

She dropped my hand then but continued to stare. I couldn’t speak. I didn’t know what to say. At the time I had never come in contact with a real psychic before and certainly didn’t know what to make of the situation. I glimpsed a small sign in the tent describing the prices of a spiritual psychic reading and my defenses went up…naturally I was no fool, I thought she wanted money.

I started to make a statement to this effect when the woman waved me away. She said that she had nothing to tell me and that “they” would know more. I had an idea of what she meant by “they,” but my friend was still watching and at the time I didn’t discuss that part of my life with almost anyone.

It was then that I noticed a flicker behind her. Not what I would call a ghost now, but something that looked mildly interested in our conversation. Then I saw that it wasn’t one, but many. The small tent was packed with beings most of which were now “looking” in my direction.

When I looked back at the woman she nodded, as if she had seen me seeing what was all around her. She relaxed a little further back into the tent and I could no longer see very well behind the curtained entrance. But I could feel it. I wondered how she could think with so many around if she heard them all. I wondered what they all were and what they were waiting for.

As we turned to leave the woman smiled and said something I couldn’t quite make out. It sounded like: “Nice to know they still exist,” but the look on her face wasn’t pleasant so I assumed I got it wrong. I wasn’t about to ask her for confirmation.

Walking away I saw something standing outside of her tent watching as my friend and I hurried away. Though my friend began to giggle and was asking me questions I couldn’t really hear her yet, I was too busy eyeing the figure by the tent. He was grand, too big really for that small little alley between make-shift tents. He wasn’t human then and I don’t think he had been before. When he moved it was too quick. First a jerk of the head and then back into the tent.

What you probably want is a description and I would love to help you out with that, but unfortunately it is difficult to manage. The best I can do is to stress the size and sharp features. I can’t say for sure it was male, but I thought so at the time. The image wasn’t solid, not even hazy like a mirage in the road; it simply wasn’t…all there. Like trying to see something in the dark and when the light comes on everything changes in the room.

I heard from friends that the psychic woman was only there for a few days. After that she never returned, week after week before it closed and again in the years that followed. I can’t tell you if she was a real fortuneteller, I can’t even say for sure that she knew what was around her, but I would guess she did.

I regret that I was not older at the time; I would have waved off my friend and gone inside the tent. I would have asked her so many questions. I would have had the money to pay for her time.

Wherever she is, I do thank her for opening my eyes on that day. It took me time, but after a while what I took from the situation was that there are others out there who deal with this ability every day and it was nice to know I wasn’t alone.

I do still wonder how she knew the stick her hand out right then and grab me, maybe she saw me coming after all.

Goodbye for now, another end.
Until a time we meet again.

-Seline

See oh psychic eye
Reveal to me this future
Shrouded in secrets
Oh Whisper fortuneteller
Of this paranormal show.

Silence psychic eye
Reveal nothing more of this
Of worlds unspoken
Such wisdom requires time
I’m not sure I want to know.

-Seline

The subject of seeing the future is a tricky one and not one that I feel particularly certain about. I have had a few successful phone psychic readings which have proved to be fascinating and I have had others that have left me laughing at how much of a sham it can all turn into.

I can say this; there are people out there that really can communicate with something that helps them to get glimpses into the future. That is about as certain as I can get. I am fascinated by the world of psychology and the little tricks people use to make others believe that they can pick up on details through a paranormal source. I have been a student of this, for lack of a better word, art for a while and it is very possible to fool the average person.

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However, that said, there are people who truly do have a gift for tearing out bits of the future and painting a picture of what that might mean to a particular person. Because of the internet most people are also able to gain access to the legitimate and avoid the scams. Through online psychic readings a true psychic can tell a great deal, though some prefer to meet in person, or at the very least connect over the phone.

Many people refer to those who are called upon to connect with spirits at haunted locations as psychics and I believe the term has become too general to always be considered accurate. After all, one who is able to communicate with other beings might not have any access to future events just because of their other abilities.

Visions are another topic that comes up a great deal when discussing the paranormal and I believe these might be quite common though often ignored. I personally have had visions of events or details that later become strangely apparent in life; however most of the details seem to be part of a larger puzzle and in so many cases nothing of great consequence. Would I consider myself a psychic? No way. I think most people get pieces of paranormal clutter in their heads from time to time and just ignore it. I pay attention because I already feel overly connected with things outside of the normal scope of our world, but that information is no less fragmented and in some cases seemingly useless.

So, to get back to the point, my general theory on psychics is that the experience can be very useful and revealing, but anyone who enlists the help of such a person has a difficult part to play. You see those who participate need to be both open minded and very cautious, not the easiest combo to employ. No one wants to be taken in by a fraud, but those who are too skeptical might never be able to grasp what is happening all around them.

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I think the most important idea to review when it comes to this subject isn’t why people seek out this type of connection, that seems rather obvious, but why would other beings become involved? The idea that ghosts of the dead try to help out with loved ones or others they might have taken a liking to seems sound enough, but what about the other possibilities? In some cases a person with psychic abilities might not even be connecting with a human spirit, or a being that is deceased. There is no rule that states that paranormal beings can’t hide, lie or aren’t simply confused about communicating what they are and how we might define it.

As often as I have come across this subject in dealing with the world of the paranormal I feel no less certain about the purpose, though I have become convinced of its’ validity. Perhaps someday this will all become clear, but for now my advice would be: watch out for swindlers, but keep your mind and heart open to the possibilities. I would also suggest an agenda. If you’re simply looking to make a connection you might be disappointed, but armed with some specifics that you would like to address you may find the experience quite rewarding.

Goodbye for now, another end.
Until a time we meet again.

-Seline

I had no intention of splitting this entry however I began to feel as though part one of this post was simply getting too long.

As you will remember, Duke had died and I was very unhappy about this.

It wasn’t around his own home that I would see Duke again, though I looked for him. Perhaps he wasn’t happy at all there and felt no need to return? Perhaps he didn’t care for the other ghost dogs that ran wild about the place. I am still uncertain.

It was on a city street that I would spot him again from inside a car. I noticed him immediately, so out of place without a leash with a person attached to it. So wild looking against the tamed backdrop of cement.

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My first thought was that it was him. I was in the back of our town car and we had stopped at a traffic light. Naturally I dismissed him as a similar looking dog at first, though I did see ghosts often by that time, I often left that conclusion as a last resort.

That was until a person on the sidewalk stepped into and through Duke. I knew then that I was not looking at another dog, but my friend.

I noticed something else that I thought was odd at the time, I was not the only one who saw him. A little girl was standing with her mother on what I assumed was their front lawn and the little girl was pointing at Duke. I watched the mother, or the woman with the girl, and it seemed as though she could not figure out what the child was pointing at.

Duke meanwhile was staring in my direction. He was unmoving. Very unlike a dog. The ears didn’t twitch with the passing cross traffic. He never wagged his tail or glanced in the direction of the little girl. He just continued to gaze, upright on all fours at what I assume was me.

Eventually our light turned and we drove on. I watched him for as long as I could and his head moved with our car as we drove away.

~

The second time I saw Duke was much like the first, only a bit closer.

Then a series of sightings happened until he became a familiar albeit random presence in my life.

Eventually he crossed that boundary, the one that so many paranormal events mimic , in which a being stays just out of reach and gives only a brief encounter. Just enough to make you wonder if it was real.

I woke one day and shuffled into the kitchen for breakfast. I was on some sort of holiday from school though I couldn’t say which one, but I know I had several days in a row. There was no way to miss Duke as I passed through the archway into the kitchen. He was sitting next to the table we had in our breakfast nook overlooking the garden. He looked enormous so close up.

My father was getting some coffee and said good morning to me. I watched him, waiting to see if he made any reference to the beast in the room. He did not.

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In the next few minutes something happened that would open up a dialog between my father and I about the situation that has never truly ended. Duke stood up right as my father was exiting the kitchen from the door opposite the archway I was standing in. As he rose, Duke knocked against the chair and it moved a bit and squeaked a lot.

My father was passing right by as this happened so to him it appeared as though, well you can imagine.

I stood still watching not quite sure what to do. My father turned to look at me as if I had somehow caused this. Duke stood still watching me as if for some cue, he never so much as glanced at my father.

The situation was actually quite amusing from my end.

Eventually my father asked the classic: did you see that?

I said yes.

I did not say anything else. He waited for what I think was a full minute before asking me if I knew what moved the chair. Again I said yes.

He then asked if I wanted to tell him what had moved the chair. I shook my head no, I don’t know why. Still adjusting I suppose?

My father is a wonderfully patient man. He nodded and left the room with his coffee.

I got down on my knees and patted toward Duke who came to me. I was able to pet him then as I know he never would have permitted in life. He sat in front of me allowing me to ruffle his fur and scratch behind his ears. Eventually I sat down to eat breakfast and during that time he left. I don’t remember if I saw him go through a door or just disappear.

I saw him many times for years and only on occasion would he bump an object or create a gust as he ran enough to effect something around him.

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Eventually my dealings with the paranormal took a turn and I did not see Duke anymore. I’m not sure if he moved on to another place or if I am just unable. He stayed with me off and on for about five years and the connection we had I really couldn’t explain. At times it was if he wasn’t truly a dog at all, but putting on a show for my benefit. A theory that would be strengthened by a later event in my life would make that seem the case, but who can ever know for sure. Perhaps someday I’ll get the chance again to ask him.

Goodbye for now, another end.
Until a time we meet again.

-Seline

I have been trying to keep my blog in order from past to present, but something happened today that I know I’ll forget if I don’t get it down now so I hope you’re in the mood for a laugh.

My weekend was insanely busy! I got almost no sleep or food (no I didn’t hallucinate,) and was quite frankly grumpy and ready to be lazy Monday. Naturally, because I didn’t want to do anything but be as much of a lump as I could manage, the phone rang off of the hook.

I made several grumbling comments at it every time it rang and by the end of the day had upgraded to longer and less friendly ones. At one point I decided a hot bath was in order and so I took myself to possibly the only room in my home that doesn’t have a little ringing device and blocked out the world for a little while. (For those of you interested in the dynamic between people who see ghosts and bathing, we’ll get to that another time…)

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I felt refreshed when I got out of the tub and thought I might return a few of those missed calls. Like most people these days all of my phones are cordless, so I went to grab the nearest handset and found it missing. I didn’t remember picking it up, but anyone who has a similar set up can probably relate to missing handsets around the house, so I thought nothing of it. I went into the next room and found that one missing also. Again, I shrugged it off.

After the third, fourth and fifth…I started to get suspicious. I pressed the locator buttons on the base…nothing.

I walked around the house trying to remember if I had, in a fit of exhaustion and irritation, buried the phones somewhere tricky. I couldn’t recall doing this, but people have certainly done stranger things.

After a little while I passed into my kitchen and as a neared the microwave I felt a wave of cold hit me. It was like stepping right into an icy wind. I stopped for a minute to investigate the cold spot and found nothing that could be causing such a draft. Yes, even after all of these years I still check. Nothing further happened so I continued my hunt.

After several more walks through the house and more button pushing I became suspicious of outside interference. I didn’t actually see ghosts about, but I got the general feeling that something was amiss.

I used the same tactic I grew to depend on as a child during such moments and shouted out to them that enough was enough game over. I heard laughter above me, so close it actually made me jump. It was soft and friendly enough so I waited a moment to see if anything would happen.

All at once I heard ringing, though it wasn’t coming out of any of the phone bases as it should have. I followed the ringing into the kitchen until I was standing in front of the microwave. I popped open the door and there piled in a pyramid were all five handsets.

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The phones were still ringing so I picked one up to check the caller I.D. and found only “Out of Area.” I did answer, but heard only static on the other end. I said thank you allowed and laughed to myself. I felt one more gust of cold as the spot seemed to shift and heard similar laughter only this time from further away.

I returned all of handsets to their bases, giggling to myself as I went and thinking that I was very happy that one has no reason to start a microwave without first placing something inside of it. I wish I had gotten a chance to film the phones floating though the hallway like some except from a wizarding film. This is often the case, that an object gets moved, but you only see the end result, or just a flash of the movement before it stops.

I’ll have to remember that trick next time I feel like disconnecting. Now if only I could get them to do laundry…

Goodbye for now, another end.
Until a time we meet again.

-Seline

What world is this I seem to have stumbled upon?
Ghostly encounters in the hours before dawn.
Each sleepless night I wait in the still silent gloom,
Mists creeping in to this most haunted room.
Their voices too quiet for words to be clear.
These cold wafts of air seem alive when they near.
Is it this home, a place they need to be?
Or can it be simply that they’re haunting me?

-Seline

I would like to start this out by saying that though I do not consider myself a religious person, I do have a great respect for the experiences which have led people to feel that they are. I myself have had none. I know that may sound funny all things considered, but if anything it has made more skeptical of any spiritual group that seems to have an agenda.

Why is that? Because so many beings I have encountered do not seem to have an agenda. On earth we are constantly under the commanding force of one (seemingly) inescapable truth: time. Most of the spirits and ghost types and other beings I can’t really classify which  I have encountered do not seem to be disturbed by, or even concerned with a thing which governs every living person’s life.

Another reason I have no belief in religion despite the seemingly possible connection with all of my paranormal stories is that I have never…let me be clear on that…NEVER…encountered a being that could confirm any truth behind it. In fact, most of the beings I have encountered deny it completely. Not in some demonic, eccentric way, simply that we just haven’t quite hit upon how it really works beyond here.

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Now there are those that might find that idea offensive and I am sorry about that because the last thing I would ever want to do is make a person feel badly about their beliefs, or more skeptical of my own experiences because they do not some to provide proof to back up their beliefs.

It is perhaps that many of the ghost hauntings are not meant to provide clarity about what happens to us when we die. In which case their communications would neither confirm nor deny the truth behind religion.

The best theory I can put together so far on this subject isn’t terribly concrete and I’m afraid doesn’t offer much comfort, but here goes:

From what I can piece together it is my understanding that there is no one entity that governs us. There is no place of punishment or reward awaiting the good and the evil. There is no comeuppance for the actions we take here that is dealt out by a single or group entity.

However, the actions we take do dictate what we are and what we may become. There are forces at work that may very well catch up with those who have acted in terrible ways, even if those forces are only the victims of those actions.

There are wonders past this life that only those who have lived the way they were supposed to may have access to and they may be rewarded for their good ways, even only if that reward comes in the form of sculpting themselves into something strong and good.

I can’t seem to find any evidence of rules. I believe that is our creation. What greater influence could be used to keep folks on the straight and narrow that the threat of an afterlife in the form of a nightmare? And what great reward than eternal bliss?

I am not trying to state that it is all wrong, or even that I am certain about the things which I have come to believe. In all honesty, I think there is very little that we can ever be certain about.

The best way to explain comes from one of my most frequent visitors and I will try to use his words to explain this theory, to the best of my ability:

“There are worlds within worlds, but not as you would understand the meaning of within. There are forces of power, but those powers are not as your kind might use them for gain or control. All is connected, governed by the entirety.” – Z

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This is part of one of the clearest conversations I have ever had with a paranormal being. There are aspects I still ponder even after all this time and I have come to believe there are things that were said that may beyond my understanding, at least more than a vague interpretation.

The point of expressing this theory is perhaps to show that I believe there are amazing things to come, what they are we may not yet understand, but they are coming. The other is perhaps to convey that the lines we draw to exclude others, to define the inexplicable, to maintain control in an area that we seem to have little or no control over are ones that I truly believe we created. That doesn’t mean there isn’t some validity to the forces behind our ideas, but it does mean that to follow unquestioningly maybe one of the largest mistakes a human being could ever make.

I strongly believe that any entity that cared for the creatures of this earth would admire our questioning and desire for truth. I also believe that any being who would scold for such behavior has a self serving agenda and that this would in no way indicate the actions of being superior to the dictators we know all too well as human beings and have worked so hard to be free of.

Goodbye for now, another end.
Until a time we meet again.

-Seline

Some times when they (and by “they” I mean ghosts, spirits, or other beings,) take objects the outcome can be very funny. Those of you who read the previous post on this, or have had these experiences yourselves, may fully understand that at times the missing object routine can become frustrating. There are some occasions where it can be amusing and have often wondered if they understand what makes us laugh and if our joy is the goal.

I never liked my cousin Mike. He was four years older and ten times stronger and not especially nice to me. As in most families we got lumped together for events because we were reasonably close in age and he always found a way to embarrass me.

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One day, one of my favorite paranormal events of my life occurred and the tables turned.

Though I grew up in many haunted homes during this time our little place by the ocean seemed no more haunted than a grocery store, (not that some of those don’t play host to spookies.) Or so I thought for the first few months.

Our little place had beach front access and it was something I thoroughly enjoyed. On this particular day Mike and I went down to the beach to swim and once again he persisted in trying to make my day miserable. I am very strong swimmer, but he kept dragging me under and causing me to choke on water. Nothing dangerous, but certainly not fun.

At some point in the evening we got called in for dinner. I obediently got out and grabbed my towel, but when I turned to look Mike was no closer to swimming in. I could tell he wasn’t in any danger and when I called after him he simply told me he wasn’t coming.

I am nothing if not stubborn and after already having to deal with his  antics that last thing I wanted was to have to wait to head back because he didn’t feel like swimming in yet.

He refused to swim in for so long that his mother came looking for us, now irritated. I wasn’t worried, I was all ready out!

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After some yelling back and forth between Mike and my aunt he finally began moving towards us and as he approached waist level in the water I realized his reasons for not wanting to venture out. He no longer had any trunks on.

I gasped and turned away as he reached the shore, yelling about how something had caught on his shorts and tugged them all the way off. I was glad I had been nowhere near him at the time but completely visible otherwise I might have been blamed.

His mother handed him a towel, but I could see Mike was thoroughly embarrassed. His face was bright red and scowling as he and his mother passed. He continued to complain about his missing shorts all the way across the beach.

I noticed he’d forgotten the bag with his shirt, socks and shoes in it. Typical. So I ran over to where we had been earlier to pick it up. I’m not quite sure why I turned to look at the ocean again before leaving. I didn’t hear anything out of the ordinary, or feel anything for that matter. I certainly had no indication that ghost activity would be responsible for Mike’s missing trunks.

As I stood there I spotted something coming up in the surf and as I moved close I recognized his missing shorts. I remember rolling my eyes and wondering if he’d done it just to cause a ruckus, but judging from how angry and embarrassed he was I quickly dismissed the thought.

I walked into the water, only about up to my mid calf, and plucked the bobbing clothing out of the surf. It took me a minute to realize that they were completely dry. I mean BONE dry, not just water resistant. I looked down at the tiny waved around me and back the completely dry clothes.

And then I looked out, onto the ocean and there in the water I saw a girl smiling. I knew she wasn’t really there, by this age I had begun to notice some of the difference between living people and the “others.” She smiled at me and then reached her hands above her and shot into the air like she was diving into a pool of water above her. As she moved up and completely out of the water she vanished.

I think I heard her laughing as she left, but it may just have been the gulls. I said thank you aloud and I turned to leave. I stopped and looked down at the inexplicably dry shorts in my hand. Pausing to consider the probably outcome of my taking them back to Mike, and looking around to make sure that I was alone, I threw them on the sand. Just far enough that I knew the tide wouldn’t get them and carry them away.

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When we returned the next day to swim (Mike borrowed some trunks from his father,) they were there in the sand. He used those trunks off and on over the next four years and I laughed every time I saw them. This always made Mike scowl, but he never knew the real reason why.

Goodbye for now, another end.
Until a time we meet again.

-Seline

During the time period when I was just beginning to understand that I could see ghosts, more specifically at the time, ghost animals, I met a friend that would change my life for some time.

I was taken out to visit a farm around the age of seven or so, a place my parents knew well because some of their very good friends had owned the place for years. Sadly it is gone now. Sold and chopped and reinvented so that now it holds all of the majesty and wonder of an old shoe; condos that all look identical with no personality or even an artist’s touch. How sad for us all, those who live in them and those who have their creative talents laid to rest designing them. But enough about that…

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I believe I was always shy around new people and though there were other children there, I did not take to them well. My attention was focused on the vast expanse of space that reminded more of pictures in books than real life. I was after all a city kid to the core and I’m not sure I quite believed that such places truly existed until then.

Walking toward an old wooden fence I watched the wildlife. Some I knew was living, breathing and absolutely amazing to watch. Some I knew was not. By this time in my life I knew better than to point out the latter in front of strangers, so I simply watched as the paranormal events blending with natural wildlife play out.

It was standing against that fence that I first noticed Duke. Though he was a very large dog, it wasn’t his size that caught my attention; it was that he didn’t fit at all. Unlike the rest of the animals he wasn’t really a part of the surroundings, but he certainly wasn’t dead either.

I remember running up to my mother and asking about him as she chatted with her friend on the porch and I was told that Duke was not a very friendly dog; that he didn’t much care for children. I ran back over to watch him and he certainly didn’t seem friendly. He snapped at one of the other dogs there when it got too close and he wore an expression that just looked to fierce for you’re a-typical farm pup.

I decided I liked him anyway. Even after he walked close to the fence and growled at me, which did cause me to take a step back, but did not divert my attention.

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On my second visit to the farm a few months later I took off by myself. I wasn’t really supposed to go outside of the main gate, but no one was watching all of the kids playing and I believe it was assumed that the gate latch was too tall and difficult for smaller kids. Fortunately for me, I always had friends nearby who could give me a hand with such things.

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I suppose the point of keeping me in the fenced yard was a concern that I might get lost or hurt on my own. I managed to do the first quite easily and the other I came close to; close enough that if not for Duke I might have truly regretted my adventure.

Though I had gotten lost I was still enjoying myself. The woods there were beautiful and very large to me, though in time I would see that size is all relative. I had managed to pick up a companion, one of the other younger dogs had followed me out and it was perhaps his company that allowed me not fear losing my way. I truly had no idea where I was, nor how to find my way back again, but I kept going deeper into the woods. The place seemed magical in a way, perhaps just because I hadn’t had much experience with the outdoors.

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Walking down that path must have peeked some sort of curiosity in Duke, because after a little while the friendly dog and I were no longer alone. Though I knew enough about him to recognize the oddity I did not mind that I now had a friendly dog walking on one side and Duke, the so-called grump on my other. I didn’t try to pet him, I think I knew he wouldn’t like it, or perhaps he just made me nervous.

The three of us went on that way for some time and though Duke would sometimes give me a sideways glance he didn’t growl at all, just continued to keep pace with our little group of escapees.

I saw a great deal in the woods that day. Thinking back on it they must have raised dogs on that farm and must have been doing so for a long time. There were many ghost dogs on the property that skittered by in the trees, but did not approach. I found it interesting that every time I saw one, Duke seemed to notice as well, though he did not seem upset by them at all.

At some point I point my hand on his back. A bold move I know, perhaps even stupid, but I was already a long way from smart decisions that day. Duke didn’t shy away or react badly to my touch, giving me only another sideways look before turning his head forward again. This I remember very well because it made me so happy. Once I felt as though he didn’t mind my being close I think I relaxed and really began to realize that I had no idea where I was.

It was getting dark then and dark in the woods is a great deal different than dark in your own backyard when your mother is calling out from the lighted porch that you have five more minutes to play.

I think I started to get scared. Foolishly I think on some level I expected the path to lead back to the house, or some kind of marker that would steer me back. I should have turned around. That would have led me back the way I came and hopefully back to the house, as long as I didn’t take any wrong turns.

So what did I do? I kept going! Perhaps I saw light ahead, I honestly don’t remember why I decided that it was best to plow forward rather than turn back. The two dogs stayed with me, bright in the darkening woods with their lighter colored fur. To this day I don’t know what kind of dogs they were. Large, with light fur and ears that perked up at the slightest sound.

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It was on the path, still trudging forward that I first heard the rattle. I don’t think I had been paying attention to the path ahead until I heard that noise. I looked up to see a snake, semi-coiled and making a noise that I had only heard in movies. I knew that it was bad. I also knew that snakes could lunge. I further knew that the sound meant it was upset. I froze.

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How long I would have stood there I’m not sure. I think I hoped the snake would give up and slither away, but I was not so lucky. I was getting ready to run when it attacked. The speed stunned me and the distance it covered surprised me even though I knew enough to understand that snakes had a long striking distance.

I doubt I would have been able to move out of the way in time. I don’t know what would have happened. Being so small and so far from help I don’t know if I would have been found in time or if I would have curled up and died on that path.

I didn’t have the opportunity to find out. As I stood there cringing against the expectation of pain Duke shot out and charged the snake. It slipped backward as he chased it off into the brush and out of my view. I didn’t get to see much, I think I was too stunned to take it all in. I do remember hearing him growl and bark at the predator and that it was a very frightening sound.

Once again I waited. I didn’t turn and run as I might have been better off doing. I think I wanted to make sure that it was safe, but also that Duke was okay.

After a few minutes the giant dog returned to the path, seemingly unscathed. He stood right in front of me looking at my face and I merely gazed at him, really getting to see him from that angle for the first time. I dropped to me knees in the path. I don’t think I intended to, but I was much shaken. Duke got closer and licked my face. He was panting pretty hard and though is breath was awful I don’t think it bothered me in the slightest.

I reached out then to stroke his face; he licked my hand and allowed me to touch his fur, though I still don’t believe he was ever much for pats.

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When I finally got up, the three of us turned and followed the path back to the house. After a while I heard yelling and eventually yelling that I recognized as my name being called. At some point I remember knowing that I would be in trouble and feeling a little unhappy about getting back now that I knew I was on the right track, but with one hand on Duke I still felt happy enough.

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I did get in trouble, but my parents were more worried than angry as parents so often are.

I didn’t mention the snake. I honestly thought I would be in more trouble, so I just left out the details. Duke didn’t follow me in the gate as the other dog did. He watched from outside as the grownups made a fuss about my return and the other children gawked at me, probably waiting to hear how much trouble I was in.

Duke stayed just outside, but he kept watching. I didn’t lose sight of him until just before we went inside and as we reached the door he took off back towards the woods we had walked through. Despite everything that had happened I remember very much wishing I could go with him. It would be a long time before I saw him again and the last time I would see him in a living form.

Goodbye for now, another end.
Until a time we meet again.

-Seline