SPECIAL REPORT: PARANORMAL ACTIVITIES FROM OUR LIVES
Science. Reality. Museums. These are all words that come to mind when thinking about the paranormal. “But how was the paranormal touched your life?” people often ask us as we walk down the street (possibly
due to our freakishly nice skin and hair which I can only attribute to twelve hours of sleep a night). Here are our stories.
Julia: So this one time, Josh and I were in a feverishly hot bath, we were also watching a highly dramatic episode of Law and Order (Special Victims Unit) and drinking beer. Prior to getting in the bath I hung all of my clothing over the towel rail. Are you getting this? I am in a bath. We are in a bath. The bathroom is closed, well the door is closed, so is the window, there is really NO draft. Instead of directing my attention toward the laptop I was staring into space daydreaming because I like it and it is good. Out of the corner of my eye I noticed that my bra strap had very briefly levitated into the air before quickly falling back into place slumped over the towel rack. I shouldn’t even say fall. It was like a controlled fall as though someone had placed it back down by hand, it didn’t swing around afterward like it would if it were blown by wind and nothing else on the towel rack moved. CR33PY. My only conclusion is that it was a fashion ghost who was all like “Oh Sass and Bide make bras now dayum dat is ugly.” Thanks mum for buying me overpriced t shirt bras that you wish you could wear yourself but you can’t cos yr breasts are too large. Tiny tits fighting back and making lifelong connections in the realm of paranormal afterlife attire.
Josh: Other creepy things that have happened in the same house included an old kind of rusted umbrella springing open for no reason, thinking I saw someone staring through our window for an hour at 3am and a shadow man just hanging out in the hallway having a great time.
My grandparents lived in a heaps old colonial house way out in the Victorian country. We would spend most easters there as it was pretty sick for easter egg hunting and there was a border collie named Storm. My grandmother would also buy a lot of chocolate milk so it was pluses all round. Anyway the second night we stayed there I got up to go to the bathroom and on my way I saw a white “smear” move down the hallway. Thinking I was a little over tired I went back to bed. The next morning my father had us quickly pack our bags because he saw an old woman move through the walls. On the road leading up to that property my grandfather picked up a hitchhiker (he was a taxi driver at the time) and a few minutes downt he 100km/h road the woman was GONE. Oh shiiiiiiiiit. That ghost sure knows the haunting classics!
Thursday May 31st