Haunted in Bruges! Photo Essay

Ghosts are Spooky… and poultry geese can be frightening as well.
I’ve never even heard of Bruges before reading this post. Yes, I have had more than enough terrifying and or frightening events. 1963 late night as I and my sister slept in our bedroom in our beds, I was awaken by an odd glow within our bedroom, the room was always pitch black, upon sitting up in my bed and turning towards the light source, and witnessed the self illuminated glowing being, intently gazing across the room at my sleeping 6 year old sister, I inhaled implosively and screamed out and again none stop until I could no longer breathe as I was hyperventilating, clinging to my now rendered as deaf sister sitting up in her little bed, it took more than a few adults to get me to let go of her. Was it a ghost? No, was it an angel? No, it was a hideous being.

Bunkhouse lady of the night’ or the victim of a rouge desperado husband of the old west?

Six years later after she had died, my Step Mother and father and I were exploring old mining town high up in the mountains, they were checking out the exterior of an old wooden hotel in a Silver and lead mine named Cicero Gordo, ( Fat – Silver)’ a Mining town 9,000 feet high up in the Southern Californian’ Inyo’ Mountains high above the then Owens lake, (Long time now dry) the mine produced $13,000,000 in silver and lead bullion. It was deserted back then when we ventured into it, I called out for my father to come into the old Hotel of which I had stepped into to escape the searing triple digit heat, there upon the old wooden plank floor of the kitchen stood an impossibly too huge to have ever have been transported up that ‘white knuckler’ steep dirt road, beautiful it was an old iron black cook stove at least 18 feet in length, ornate and massive. Mule train transported the Ore down the mountain to Keeler, to be shipped by steamboat or train.

I stepped into the other part of the hotel, right into a cold spot, passed through it and stepped back, it was gone but a very huge temperature variation, (Which now in hind sight could have been due to an updraft from a hidden shaft under the Hotel boards? (1868 Central air conditioning comes to mind here in that said. But I didn’t think back them to pry up any floor planks.

Ghost Dog

Also recently our neighbor had gotten a rescue dog, a female boxer, and tan brown with a white chest and legs. The mother had came home really stressed out as her little daughters were in school, she took the dog out to the lake for a walk, it ran off, and they waited many hours hoping the dog would find its way back.

Upon giving up and leaving, they were driving down the nearby highway, and discovered their god smashed along upon the road as it had been hit by truck. She was stressing over it and told us, and said she didn’t know how she was going to tell her little girls. It was about four days later; I was out in my driveway working on getting my barbeque grill prepped for grill that night’s diner. It was afternoon, hot and sunny when I looked up and saw the back half of ‘A’ Tan Dog, that had the same sleek rear profile of their dog, but no head, it was whisky like collective practical, there as a tan hue, then I felt a strong breeze and at the same time it was as if the breeze had hit the ‘Apparition and the molecules just fall apart and scattered like blown dust. The dog Ghost, had been moving from their Driveway, and crossing the quite street in front of me. I saw it, it took me a bit to process because of all of what occurred, and felt as I should have later mentioned it to the mother, but I just couldn’t bring myself to do so. Because the death of their dog was very tragic and really effected them. It wasn’t the same as that ghoulish figure up in the desert ghost town I witnessed back in 1969.

I don’t mention seeing things’ because I have never had anyone seemingly believe me about the horrid glowing being within our Bedroom back in 1963 that was a response anything other than: ‘This kid or this Guy is BSC’ (bat shit crazy). But that is just par to course for seeing, hearing and experiencing ‘things’. There is more, but I am not open to share about it, because that one puts me in the category of Bat shit crazy as well. Some events and encounters are just best left untold, until you’re ready to tell of it and take the ridicule and ‘Title. Experiencing that first ‘Being’ encounter, got me a visit to a Head Shrinker and wired up, as well as the Rorschach five by seven glossy cards Black on white Ink Test. Why did I have to go through that, because one my Parents were Dicks, and two, because when you encounter ‘things’ upon that level and are left in a state of shock, hyperventilation, and left trying to cope and then your sister dies right soon after that.

At 4 years of age, you learn fast that telling others can be a very bad idea, and that when six adults state you had ‘seen’ things, and not really seen things’ You learn your support system is nil and Void upon speaking about it, if six adults have to peel you off your sister and put a paper sack over your face to get you breathing once again do not believe you. You learn fast and that the only people you can connect with about it are other’s who have had haunting and terrifying events and encounters. That first event happened over half a century ago. The last event, the ghost dog happened about three months ago. I don’t go out looking for them, as I have read and heard too much and I am sure I would nat survive many of the encounters I have heard and read of.

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