It's really amazing how you can pick a place to live, and it turns out to be a bad idea. When we bought our land in Hawaii, we decided to keep our residence in California. The best option for us was to rent it out.
The only problem with renting out your house? When you want to go back to visit family and friends, someone else has taken over your home, and you have no place to stay.
This is when my Mother-in-law stepped in. She offered us an empty condo to use. We were thrilled to have a place to go, and I really didn't miss our old house. Anyway, the rental income was helping us to pay our mortgage in Hawaii.
The condo we were offered was in a strange area. Have you ever driven into an area, and as soon as you get to a certain point-you say, " Whoa... I feel kind of weird ". Well... This is where it all began. With a feeling like the ground was about to fall out from underneath. I'm not exaggerating! You could hear the rumble of the Trolley, and the trains would blow their whistles come sun down. It was a cacophony of ruckus gone wild!
The condo is a cute little place, three bedrooms about the size of a large closet, and a kitchen that feels more like a galley on a small boat. It was built in the 1950's, so it wasn't in the greatest of shape, and it smelled funny. Kind of like fermenting, rotting fruit. I guess I wasn't too thrilled to move in, but it was free, and you couldn't beat that.
Two highways surround the neighborhood, and it is under the flight path. Every few minutes, a plane flies over, and the hum of freeway noise...well...that never stops. I was worried. Worried that the stimulation would be a bit too much for me to handle, and I tried to tune out some of the visitations. I'll tell ya, it wasn't easy.
Day in, and day out, I was inundated with nighttime visitors. Not of the physical world, but the spiritual. First night I was there, I had the Ghost of an elderly lady, dressed in nothing but a dirty night gown-staring down at me. I told her to go away, and turned over. You see, I have these gifts of being able to ascertain the otherworldly and their antics and this condo appeared to be crawling with the supernatural. Only it wasn't just the condo. It appeared this whole neighborhood was haunted. I tried taking walks around the block, but the dead... They were everywhere! Lots of overdoses, lots of alcohol poisonings. I remember thinking; " this area is over run by the deceased! ".
I was accosted in the shower by a deceased Granny, who happened to wander by with a chipped coffee cup in her hand. Her scruffy slippers seemed to grip her attention, and she kept reaching down to pet and smooth the fuzzy material. She glared at me with an intensity of confusion. I kept bathing, and stared back at her. I didn't know what else to do, so I continued standing there, soaking wet under the flowing shower head, and naked as a newborn bird. She bent down, once last time to pet her slippers, and off she went, fading away with each step.
This was a daily occurrence, and I was getting really drained. Then my husband told me the condo community was filled with elderly residents, and it was an area, homeless transients felt safe. Lucky me.
Transients, the homeless, Planes flying directly overhead, The trolley, and the trains going by. It was no wonder I was feeling so odd. This Triangle area? Kind of like the Bermuda Triangle, only worse! I was drowning in a tidal wave of supernatural activity.
I have been attacked by entities still clinging to the mental illness they suffered in life. One wild-eyed woman followed me around the condo, and hauled off and hit me in the face! It was very faint, not a full hit. Luckily, she lost interest in me after that, when another entity was wandering through the middle of the living room. This next Ghost appeared to be a middle-aged lady, well dressed, but non-speaking. She acted like she was supposed to be there, and she sat down on the edge of the leather couch. Our TV was showing a soap, and she sat down to watch a bit. She smoothed her skirt with a well-manicured hand, and faded out of sight.
I have been bit on my behind by a lecherous old man, deceased, of course... Scratched down both arms, slapped, pushed and pinched. Funny thing is, I am not afraid of these traveling Ghosts. I just limit my time in the condo when I go back for a visit. It's hard to relax in an environment like that, but I'm not there that much, so I can handle it.
In conclusion, no matter where you go, there will always be dead zones like this. As a " Sensitive ", I kind of got thrown into the fire, but I will survive... Scars and all.