On the existence of spirits, spiritual energy, ghosts, whatever you call them, I certainly believe that such energy exists that we cannot explain. That our scientific understanding cannot explain. With a universe of an unknown expanse and many dimensions (in physics terms/definitions), we cannot discount the fact of there being something more. Even without what's learned from the world's faiths, religions, and belief systems the majority of us feel that there's another world beyond this one. A feeling of an existence that's deeply embedded within us, our spirits, our souls, our DNA, what have you. To deny an existence of such 'other worlds' and energies would be ignorance.
With that said, on to my experience. This was from one summer when I was either fourteen or fifteen years old. I don't remember all specifics about this night but we, my siblings and I, used to sleep out in a tent in the yard. I remember the moon being bright in the sky that evening when we got into the tent. We went to sleep without a problem but were woken up around (my estimate) two in the morning. Immediately, I was hearing this sound coming from the woods, which the woodline began right up next to the eastern edge of our yard. The sound itself though was further away and wasn't in a directly discernible area. Possibly because of the distance from us. Maybe a few hundred feet or so. At least that's what it sounded like. Not too close but not far away. But definitely too close for comfort.
Anyway, this sound was of a girl softly crying. So here we are, in our yard way out in the country, listening to the sound of a girl weeping early in the morning. A continual weeping that didn't sound like any animal, it was definitely human. It wasn't a cry of pain but more like a deep sadness. To be honest, even thinking about it still gives me chills. To the extent that I still feel for whoever this/they were or it was. I still hear the sound of their weeping in my memory. And this is the part that freaks me out, saddens me the most. I thought that during this experience I heard a soft teary, unclear whisper of them saying something. The whole experience was more saddening than scary.
So there I stood, with my scared siblings now out of the tent, trying to figure out the exact direction to no avail. I remember the small feeling I had at that time. Not fear, but yes, the sadness of their crying and the whisper I thought I heard got to me. Almost like a strange worry. It was like the voice was in the air everywhere roughly to the east of where we stood. After around ten minutes or so the sounds of the weeping faded out into the night as we were still standing outside. Which I was glad the moon was bright that night or I wouldn't have stayed outside to listen to the whole time. After it stopped, we all went back into the house to sleep. We never slept outside in the tent ever again.
About a year later, we'd found out from an older neighbor that a girl had fallen in a well and died on that wooded property, which was once a yard with a house that was long gone. This was an event that occurred even before his time. I don't know many details, besides what we heard from the neighbor, but they didn't reach her in time or the well collapsed or something like that. Maybe it was her spirit that we heard? Or maybe a replay of history recorded by some phenomena that we don't understand? Who knows? But it's an experience still burned into my memory. It was the experience, of my few 'paranormal' experiences, that still stands out most in my memory.
So yes, I do believe in spirits. I do believe in ghosts. We all have an energy about us and everything has a memory. Even nature itself. As we feel, so does it. So does everything.
With that said, on to my experience. This was from one summer when I was either fourteen or fifteen years old. I don't remember all specifics about this night but we, my siblings and I, used to sleep out in a tent in the yard. I remember the moon being bright in the sky that evening when we got into the tent. We went to sleep without a problem but were woken up around (my estimate) two in the morning. Immediately, I was hearing this sound coming from the woods, which the woodline began right up next to the eastern edge of our yard. The sound itself though was further away and wasn't in a directly discernible area. Possibly because of the distance from us. Maybe a few hundred feet or so. At least that's what it sounded like. Not too close but not far away. But definitely too close for comfort.
Anyway, this sound was of a girl softly crying. So here we are, in our yard way out in the country, listening to the sound of a girl weeping early in the morning. A continual weeping that didn't sound like any animal, it was definitely human. It wasn't a cry of pain but more like a deep sadness. To be honest, even thinking about it still gives me chills. To the extent that I still feel for whoever this/they were or it was. I still hear the sound of their weeping in my memory. And this is the part that freaks me out, saddens me the most. I thought that during this experience I heard a soft teary, unclear whisper of them saying something. The whole experience was more saddening than scary.
So there I stood, with my scared siblings now out of the tent, trying to figure out the exact direction to no avail. I remember the small feeling I had at that time. Not fear, but yes, the sadness of their crying and the whisper I thought I heard got to me. Almost like a strange worry. It was like the voice was in the air everywhere roughly to the east of where we stood. After around ten minutes or so the sounds of the weeping faded out into the night as we were still standing outside. Which I was glad the moon was bright that night or I wouldn't have stayed outside to listen to the whole time. After it stopped, we all went back into the house to sleep. We never slept outside in the tent ever again.
About a year later, we'd found out from an older neighbor that a girl had fallen in a well and died on that wooded property, which was once a yard with a house that was long gone. This was an event that occurred even before his time. I don't know many details, besides what we heard from the neighbor, but they didn't reach her in time or the well collapsed or something like that. Maybe it was her spirit that we heard? Or maybe a replay of history recorded by some phenomena that we don't understand? Who knows? But it's an experience still burned into my memory. It was the experience, of my few 'paranormal' experiences, that still stands out most in my memory.
So yes, I do believe in spirits. I do believe in ghosts. We all have an energy about us and everything has a memory. Even nature itself. As we feel, so does it. So does everything.
