Ghost Doctor

May 15th, 2015

Eversince the accident 10 years ago, my wrist hurts every day. The doctors told me they can't do anything about it: it will hurt the rest of my life.

The last 5 years it got worse, so I started to wear a strong bracelet for support.

When grandpa died -January 7th, 2015- my wrist started to hurt like hell. (Sorry for the expression. There is no other way to describe it, tough.)

I don't like anything that can affect my senses. That's why I refuse to take any painkillers. The only way to keep the aches bearable, was by upgrading the bracelet.

One week later I started to wear a glove with some metal in it for extra support.

Every morning I immediatly grab my glove: one minute without the glove and I cry out in pain.

But since I felt that hand on my back, the aches are getting less and less. I don't grab for my glove anymore. Everyday I can walk around a bit longer without having to wear it.

Today I could even go a whole day without the glove.

Did that hand heal my wrist? How? Why? How did it know my wrist hurt? Grandpa didn't know it and dad hadn't got a clue either...

Who or what was it? How can I say "Thank you"?

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A Cold Touch

May 4th, 2015

I know it's already late. I should be in bed, but I first need to write this down...

Today I had classes 'till 21.00h.. An hour later I was back home.

Eventough it was already dark, I passed by my rabbits to make sure they were alright. I also made preparations to feed the wild birds the next day.

During the preparations outside, I suddenly felt a hand on my back. A shiver went through my spine: the hand felt so unnaturally cold. I immediatly turned around... There was nobody.

I was standing in an open space, the ground existing out of little stones. Whenever you run or make sudden movements, those stones make a lot of noise. The outdoor lights were turned on, so I had a clear view of my surroundings. Nobody could have hid or run off without me noticing it.

I clearly felt that hand, though. Someone has touched my back, I'm not imaging it.

Was it dad? Was it grandpa? Was it someone else? Or something else? Whose hand did I feel?




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Ding Dong Dead

April 29th, 2015

Today mom and I went to my grandparents' house. Grandma had asked me to have a look at grandpa's camera and computer.

I decided to first fiddle with the camera in kitchen. Meanwhile mom and grandma had a look at the computer in the living room, at the other side of the house.

Not long after they'd left the kitchen, grandma fetched me: the computer screen had frozen. I followed her to the living room.
When I came near the computer, the screen was acting normal again.
I went back to the camera.

A few minutes later mom and grandma joined me in the kitchen. Mom wanted to know if I had also heard the bell ringing. "What bell?" I asked. Grandma smiled.

"Your late grandfather has started to ring the front door bell.
When a human being rings it, it doesn't work. If you don't believe me, go and have a try.
There is nothing wrong with the wiring: it just only rings whenever I do something your grandpa never liked me doing.
He never liked your mom or me messing with his electronics, that why he rang that bell a few minutes ago. He never minded you playing with it, so the bell stopped the moment I fetched you."

"I want to hear that bell too," I said, "Grandpa, if you're here, will you please ring the bell?"

The bell rang. There was nobody at the front door, I checked. The sound seemed to come from the middle of the room, but there was nothing that could produce that sound...

Grandma went outside to ring that bell as well. She kept pushing, but no sound came out of it. When mom tried, still no sound.

Did grandpa find a way to break down the wall between the human dimension and the ghost world? How is he doing it? Is there a way to make him visible to us one day? Would dad be able to communicate the same way? Am I too able to break down the wall?

I should do some more research. This is really getting interesting.




(image found at: io9.com)

Reaching out from the other side

April 19th, 2015

Since my father died, everything is weirder than usual. Yes, it's weird not having him around. Yes, everyone is acting weird because we all grieve in a different way. I don't mean that.

No, it's just... I've got the feeling his ghost is still around: since Sunday remote controles are moving, baskets suddenly fall down with great force...

I even think dad tries to communicate with me: there's a knocking on the bathroom door (when everyone in the house is downstaires), I hear someone whistling in my room (when everyone else is asleep), there's the tapping on my window....

If you close your eyes at night and concentrate, you can hear whispering. I can't understand the words, though.

I need to find a way to understand what he says.




(image found at: www.christopherfowler.co.uk)

Ghost Diary

The years passed by without any remarkable things happening. That all changed this year, though.

In January 2015 my grandfather died, in April my dad. They are two of my many family members who, without any propable cause, dropped dead, always with 3 weeks apart.

None of them seems to have"gone to the other side". They are haunting my grandparents' and our house.

I keep a record of all the ghost activity and try to break down the wall seperating this world from theirs.

This is my haunted house ghost diary.



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