That Poe album is incredible. It's been in the regular rotation for my sister and me since it came out 15 years ago, and has been a source of inspiration in art/writing that we've done.
I thought I might take this opportunity to "ghost update". It's been a while since I posted here (life happening and all...) but I had an interesting couple of months last winter/spring. It started really slowly.
I suddenly began to feel like I had to look over my shoulder, got chills unexpectedly, that kind of thing. Pretty standard for me when activity starts to ramp up around me. I brushed it off, as I was re-reading The Exorcist and some other paranormal-esque stories at the time and figured I was letting my imagination get the best of me. Besides, I was pretty sure that it was my parents house that attracted the activity, not me personally.
It became "undeniable" for me a little while later. I started to experience things that I never had before, like an unexplained knocking in the walls of my bedroom, and something that I feel makes this whole thing sound completely impossible and crazy... whenever there was white noise in the house (such as a bathroom fan or static) I could hear two things - never at the same time.
At first, all I could hear was a baby/child crying. I was always convinced it was my then 4-year old daughter and would go running to find her playing happily or sleeping soundly. The crying was definitive, unmistakable, and extremely clearly audible. But only if there was white noise. Then I heard the really crazy part, the part I kind of cringe to even share because it seems so ridiculous. Same types of situations with white noise. I heard what I can only describe as a choir singing a language I don't understand. Turn off the white noise, no singing. Turn it on and wait a few minutes, and there it is again. I chalked it up to auditory hallucinations, completely founded by my recent unease and borderline paranoia at becoming haunted in a place that wasn't my old house.
After a while longer, I started to recognize old signs. Movement in my peripheral vision was particularly common. But I became truly horrified when I realized there was a spot in my room that really bothered me. On the right side of the bedroom window, there was a cold spot and a truly menacing aura. It felt like Sinister Man, and it hung around for a couple of weeks, but then it moved on.
There's a girl now, I think she is the one who was crying all those times. She hides in the upstairs hallway most of the time, and has reached out to make contact once. My mother in law was visiting, up late editing her husband's latest book. She went up to go to bed and heard an electronic toy phone start ringing. It range three times, then a voice said through the phone "come play with me".
When she told me about it, I tried really hard to think of something it could have been. My kid had had phone toys, but none of them said "come play with me" that I knew of. I tore the playroom apart until I found the one phone still around. It was buried in the bottom of a box that was meant to go to Goodwill, power switch off, and batteries dead.
I still can't explain any of it. Do I just temporarily lose my shit now and then and think I am haunted, or is there really something to it? The coming and going is what gets me the worst. Why would something show up, freak me out for a little while, then disappear again? Maybe there is something to the fucking with you theory and my detirmination not to acknowledge it made it get bored and lose interest. Or maybe I was subconsciously working through an issue or fucking with myself.
That ended up way longer than I meant it to... The end. :)