D.B.Tarpley's Amazing Ass Blog #18

Greetings and salutations people and peoplettes, It occurred to me, approximately 3.76 seconds after I posted my last blog entry. That changing the name to ‘D.B.Tarpley’s Amazing Ass Ghost Blog’ might confuse some of you into thinking this is a blog about my adventures as a paranormal research specialist ala Harold Ramis circa 1984. I can assure you that such is not the case and that neither ghosts, nor ectoplasm shall be the topics discussed in the coming blog entries. Still… I did bring it up and as such feel obligated to spend at least one blog entry discussing everything I know and feel about the paranormal. Don’t worry, this won’t take long. I am fortsmthgrble years old and during the course of my life I have had exactly 2 experiences which may fall into the realm of the para – or alter – normal. Spooktacular experience number 1 – When I was 9 years old I lived in the state of Washington D.C.. Being in the Pacific Northwest it rained most days which lent to a fairly drab and eventless existence. But one day my 2 friends and I, (I have only ever been able to acquire 2 friends at any one given time in my life and that is the record… usually it is one or none... ‘Don’t cry for me Argentinaaaaaa.’) were walking through our neighborhood on an unusually sunny day and we happened to pass a house which was known by us to be haunted. Don’t ask me how it was known to be haunted, I moved around a lot as a kid and so I just took things as told mostly. It was abandoned, two stories, wooden, rickety and creepy as hell. We stood there looking at it daring one another to throw rocks at it until we all did. I saw something move in an upstairs window. It looked like a man with a sheet over him staring down at me with utter ambivilance. I turned to tell my friends and when I looked back it was gone. The entire experience made my skin crawl and I stayed away from that house instead choosing to take the long way around from that moment on. Spooktacular experience number – 2 – When I was 11, (It is important to note at this moment that we traveled around a lot because my father was in the military.) We were between deployments and visiting relatives in the middle Tennessee area before shipping out to Germany. This story is one which is hard to differentiate from dream or reality. That is to say that it may have been a dream which stuck in my cranial craw so hard as to be perceived as remembered reality, or this shit might have really happened. My favorite cousin lived in a flat one story house with no back door. The front door was the only way in and out of the house. There was a kitchen and a living area by the front door then a long hall with bedrooms and bathrooms on either side. I was playing with my cousin throughout the house. We passed my aunt, his mom, in the kitchen. She was smiling and baking cookies. Then we went through the house running into this room and that until we got to the back, his parents room. A figure was standing over his bed apparently folding laundry. I somehow at this point found myself alone, my cousin had gone to the bathroom or something. I moved closer into the room and the figure turned to look at me over its shoulder. It was my aunt, only twisted and dark. Her nose was hooked, and there was a slightly wicked twinge to the smirk on her mouth. She motioned for me to come closer but every single thing that made up my body screamed for me to run. I knew if I came closer it would be the end of me. A silly thought but one which rang solid in my noggin that day. I weakly smiled and turned to leave the room. There was rapid motion behind me and I ran. I ran as fast as I could towards the front of the house. There, in the kitchen, as I panted to catch my breath – my aunt turned from her cookies and asked, “Is everything O.K.?” It is in my head as if yesterday. I don’t know about ghosts or evil spirits. All I know is what happened to me, what my perceptions were, and how I handled them. I do not believe in malevolent spirits as are often depicted in media. Every since I made a decision for atheism at 12, walking that long cold dead winter trail to the school bus stop, I have come to decide that any true malevolence lies within the hearts of men. But that does not negate the fact that I know these things happened to me. They did. Until next time keep reading and have an amazing ass day.