Cinematic Moment: A haunting in New York.
While we were on the other coast, our house sitter brought it to my attention that our house is situated on old Indian Reservation land. Thinking she was messing with me, I did a little research myself. I was horrified to learn she wasn't kidding. As someone who believes in paranormal activity, probably from watching Ghostbusters one too many times, I am equally as afraid of spirits as I am of home intruders. I called my mom to whine about it. She said, "You have nothing to worry about-the Indians were very peaceful. Plus we're part Native American."
"Well mom, I don't think my fractional heritage is going to give me a get out of jail free card. They may have been peaceful until we stole their land from them and plopped a 3000 square foot house on what may very well have been sacred ground. Does the phrase "Trail of Tears" ring a bell?" That said, I decided if I was welcoming to them, maybe they'd leave us alone and we could co-habit--living and spirit alike. I would offer them coffee and warm goat cheese and spinach salad. Hey, Chief Running Wolf, how about a game of Scrabble? Quit cheating-I know you can see right through that dictionary!
My plan was working splendidly, I have to say--no creepy noises, no TVs turning on and off, no random knives being tossed in my direction from the kitchen--just peace and quiet. It was this very peace and quiet that I was basking in as we lied down to sleep a few days ago. I didn't even close the drapes, it was so comfortable. As I shifted positions in bed, I opened my eyes briefly, glancing towards the window. WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT?? I know this phrase may be surprising to you, but I guarantee you it's not as surprising as what I saw. Shining through the glass, like some blazing Batman signal, an image was being projected against the wall. An image that looked uncannily like a tee pee. I couldn't sleep all night. I lied there listening for warrior chants to start.
The next morning, my frianceband reassured me that it was just a watermark on the window from 2 years of uncleaned gutters and a lot of Spring rain. I reassured him he is a filthy liar. I hope he's ready to donate some of that hair when I get scalped...
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19 comments:
Oh goodness,that's creepy.
But I would trade you in a heartbeat. Over here there is a siren that goes off at random times.
At first I was just thinking it was like an emergency siren but supposedly it was put in this town to warn people of walking dead and all that paranormal jazz. And it dosen't help calm my nerves that much when I have to go into town and there is a graveyard dead center of everything and the damn siren goes off right as I'm passing it.
No bueno.
Oh god, this was a fun read. I live in a house that was built in 1909 and I hear people talking in the dead of night and chairs moving around in the dinning room. But the ghosties have left us alone.
The house used to be a mini hospital, so Im sure some people have died in our house...not really fun to think about, considering the fact that I sleep in what used to be the operation room.
Hope the Natives leave you guys alone and peacefull!!
Hahaha! I too have lived in a haunted house...nothing too creepy happened, just your normal talking while everyone else is asleep, pots and pans being moved around in the cupboards and what not.
Comment about the hair made me LMAO. For real.
My BFF is half Mohawk, her dad was in Last of the Mohicans...you want I should send her down from Rochester to make peace with the spirits?? Her family lives on the Res. so they know how to take care of that stuff.
one word...Poltergeist.
LoL:)
"They're heeeeeeeeeeeeeeere"
Seriously though, all of this land belonged to/was lived on by Indians at one point.Don't stress toooo much about it.They're probably just angered by you lack of gardening skillz:)
I def believe in ghosts...I think you're doing a good thing by being welcoming though, maybe they just wanted to show you where they used to live via a light projection?
p.s. I love your combination of friend/boyfriend/fiance/husband or whatever combo it is-it's great.
OMG you should totally let me de-ghost your house! I learned how from watching Supernatural =D
Tips
#1. Salt is your friend. It's like acid to ghosts. A line of salt across your doors and windows will keep the ghosts at bay(as long as the lines aren't broken). You can even make a ghost force field by circling yourself in salt(as long as the circle is unbroken).
#2. Iron will f*&^ ghost up. You can "hit" them with it and they will get all discombobulated.
#3. Ghost removal. To get rid of a ghost salt & burn the body. If the ghost was cremated or the body was equally destroyed find a lock of hair or something of the like and burn that sh&%.
=/ I can't guarentee success though...
You might be better off calling Sam & Dean or the Ghostfacers
Hahahahaha.... Oh the hair! That would be sweet!
I'd start to really worry when you see faces looking in at you from outside, then you know you've got a real problem (whether it be a dead warrior or a peeping tom).
Go to the Native American Store in the Palisades mall and buy Anti Reservation posters. You might want to pick up some dream catchers for bartering. Make peace with the spirits. You could always have your man lull them back to their resting place with an iroquois chant or two.
hahaahhaa...
*Sigh*
That's almost as crazy-funny as when my wife woke up laughing (sleep-talking... er... mumbling).
When I asked her why she was laughing she responded...
"The hamster, it's trying to eat me!"
Then why are you laughing? I said.
"It's cute!"
Granted she worked at a pet store at the time...
Pardon me for laughing at your indirect expense!
I too am creeped by the possibilty of paranormal activity! Best of luck to you, tho.
I figure it works like bees and bears... THEY SMELL YOUR FEAR!
Be happy. :-D
"You could always have your man lull them back to their resting place with an iroquois chant or two."
Hahaha. Will that be on the next album?
How ...unique... that would be.
When that kind of stuff happens, I make my boyfriend wake up and fix it! Paranormal activity scares the crap out of me. I thought I saw someone standing behind me in a mirror once when I was about 15 - I looked up, our eyes met, and he disappeared. Even though it never happened again and I'm not quite certain I didn't imagine it, I had a paralyzing fear of reflective surfaces for years.
Anyway, I would imagine that as long as your land's not an Indian burial ground and you didn't, you know, unearth some bodies and re-bury them upside down or something, you should be fine ;)
Burn some sage and call it a day. When the spirits come knocking give 'em the address of the contractor who built the place.
I think you should totally get a twitter if you don't already have one. I am totally obsessed and I know your updates would be super entertaining. (:
Just kidding.
Just noticed you already have one.
Cool!
Delaney and I are slacking on comments.
Maybe once they scalp him they'll feel a strange sense of accomplishment and decide that's enough.
I was going to write something else, but I seem to have totally forgotten what I was going to say... Oh well, it's my barfday peace out, son!
LOLOLOLOL
We live in an area surrounded by Native American ...stuff. I've got some weird stories, especially surrounding the land around the burial grounds.
I have this ...sort-of friend...who did not like the vibes of my old house. She brought in bundles of lemon grass and sage and did a cleansing and a smudging. I let her. I figured it couldn't hurt. Incidentally, that was the house I would wake up to hear babies crying and the stereo would turn on and off all by itself. At night, the animals would stare at certain spots and get all jumpy like they could see something and worse...footsteps on the stairs when no one was there. I'd hate to think what it would have been like if there had been no wacky acquaintance performing a purification ritual on the house.
Ohhh...and speaking of Poltergeist, a few houses down from me there used to be a cemetary. They moved the headstones in the 30's to another cemetary and left the graves undisturbed. Then built a house on top of it. I know this because I had to research some family history . The lady at the historical society told me I shouldn't tell anyone, ESPECIALLY the people who live in the house. It's a dirty,deep dark secret. I suck at keeping those damn things.
Chonny
When I lived on Long Island about 10 years back, my house too was on old burial land. And yes I did see creepy ass stuff, including the blinds being pulled away from the window, finding an arrow head in the backyard, a wolf figure in the house. But then again I thought it was awesome.
...I'm sure if you get scalped he will be more than capable of donating some hair...god knows he has plenty of it....
My house has ghosts...like ones that talk...and watch me. My mom thinks I'm crazy but my boyfriend believes me cuase he's had paranormal experiences. Don't worry Chonny just hide under your covers :) that's what I do, admittedly it doesn't help too much...but it gives me some comfort. Yeesh.
reading your blogs brightens up my day..:) they are so funny..lol
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