When I was a child
we lived in an early 20th century apartement building in Stockholm. Our familly
had owned this flat since the house was built. At first my grand-parents lived
there, then my aunt and her husband, then my parents and I.
"You have found yet another web-site about the paranormal. This one is about the not so uncommon subject of ghosts. But why have I put it on the web? Are there not enough ghost web-sites here already?"
I have always been interested in the paranormal. And I've always been encouraged to explore the paranormal by my mother. The unknown is thrilling. A few experiences along the way helped me put together this more serious look at ghosts, what they are (and are not), where they are and how to study them. I use the words they and them here as if ghosts are tangible beings - I'm not sure they are "beings" at all. More on that in other sections.
I mentioned experiences here. Let me relate those and you might understand why I am interested in these phenomena.
When I was a child
we lived in an early 20th century apartement building in Stockholm. Our familly
had owned this flat since the house was built. At first my grand-parents lived
there, then my aunt and her husband, then my parents and I.
My grand-mother, in her older days, always claimed that the flat was "haunted" by her husband. She often heard him take the last few steps to the landing, open the door, undress, and walk through the hall to the living room. Where the foot steps stopped.
We always thought that
my grand-mother was hallucinating, wishfully imagening her husband back to life.
I'm not so sure today. I recall once, when I was reading, quite late at night,
that I in the corner of my eye saw a hand and a part of a suite clad arm reach
for the bedside lamp as if to turn it off. Turning my head towards the shape
there wasn't anything there naturally.
What surprises me afterwards is my reaction to this experience. It was not that of fright - turning all the lamps on - but rather, "Oh, hm, yes perhaps it is a bit late" - putting the book aside, turning the light off and falling asleep!
Much later, when working
as a news-paper man (very early mornings) I had a strange building on my lot.
From the outside, it looked very ordinary - one of all those stone buildings
which is Stockholm city. Entering the building everything changed. Coming through
the main entrance one found oneself in a drive way to the inner [gård]
and to the right there was a door to the stairway leading up into the buildning.
The first time I entered the building an sense of uneasy descended on me. Not
very strong, but enough to cause a slight hesitation before opening the door
to the stairway.
The sense of unease followed, and got stronger the further up the stairway I got. Finally at the top of the stairs I usually had become very uneasy, nervous, jumping at the slightest sound. One morning, while at the top stair I heard someone, further down open the door and call out "Hello?". I didn't move for what seemed like several minutes, waiting for the door to close. It didn't. Finally, deciding, I couldn't stand there all night I hesistantly moved down the stairs waiting to see the unknown caller any moment. I didn't.
Gratefully outside, the feeling went away, but I always had the same feeling about that building. It is very hard to describe - the athmosphere just seemed very, very wrong, unpleasant and malevolent. It was a very strong and very unpleasant experience.
Was this a ghostly experience? Has a crime been committed in this building and was this some kind of replay some part ot this event? I don't know. I believe that it was, but how do you prove it?
Well, this is a short background to the existance of these pages, I hope you will find exploring the unknown interesting ...
/mefistofeles