Please note that everything I write is true to me, it’s what I experienced in real life. If you choose to believe in it then great, if not then please do not try and preach to me telling me I’m wrong just be respectful and move on. I am fully aware that there could be other explanations for any of these experiences, but I personally can’t find any after spending a lot of time thinking of possibilities
Here’s the last story in the little series I’ve been doing this week. It’s not necessarily ghost related, but some strange things happened in a ‘spiritual situation’.
When I was 18/19 I worked in a shop called Punkyfish with my then close friend Blake. I also became friends with our manager Dan too. Myself, Blake, Dan, and our friends Ben, Dino and Jake all decided to go into a local woods to do a pagan/Wiccan ritual (I can’t remember if it was pagan or Wiccan, both Dan and Ben were very into that ‘scene’, myself and Blake were just really interested and curious as to what goes on etc so wanted to experience it. I’m not sure why Dino wanted to join, Jake just kinda came along for the sake of it and just watched).
Now I know you’re possibly thinking it’s some weird voodoo sacrifice thing, but it wasn’t at all. I know it was something to do with the goddess of the moon and being thankful to her or something along those lines. It’s something that’s celebrated every year whatever it is.
Anyway we all got together and started our walk into the woods. We each had lines to learn depending on which element we were representing in the circle, and all had different parts to play- I was Fire, and it was my job to make sure all the candles stayed alight. I can’t for the life of me remember what it was that I had to say or what others had to say either.
We had a laugh walking to the chosen spot, it was getting dark so was fairly creepy walking through the woods- Blake actually started to play the famous horror film music from The Exorcist to freak us all out.
At one point, we were walking in a line and I said “this makes me think of the scene in the winter Wind In The Willows where it’s all snowy and slippery and creepy”, and literally as I finished my sentence we all one by one slipped as if we were walking on ice (there wasn’t any ice or frost or even rain at this point) which freaked us all out a little at the ‘coincidence’ of what I’d just said.
A little further on, I said “this is like in Labyrinth when Ludo disappears into the ground”…again one by one we all tripped over.
With that Blake jokingly then said “right Amy you’re not allowed to speak any more everything you say keeps happening it’s weird!”
Once the ritual was over we all walked home at stupid o’clock in the pouring rain. I got in, dried off and went to bed, though I really wish I hadn’t.
The dream I had was terrifying.
I dreamt that I was pinned down and a mask filled with flames was being lowered down onto my face. I woke up a few times in absolute panic, and every time I fell back to sleep the dream would repeat.
I woke up properly and my face was boiling hot and red- this was odd as my flat had no heating and was absolutely freezing cold at that time. I could also smell burning hair, which is a really gross smell it was so strong I actually checked my own hair and my whole body for burns or evidence of burnt hair, but there was nothing there.
When I met up with the guys again I told them about my dream etc and they all found it really strange.
Ben later said to me that if he’d had known about my fear of fire (no idea why but I have always been terrified of it from a young age) he wouldn’t have assigned me to that element for the ritual, as he thought that was maybe why I had such a traumatic dream afterwards.
Here’s a little bonus story that isn’t really long enough to warrant its own post, and it kinda goes with this one so thought I’d chuck it in at the end.
A few years ago around 2008 I wanna say, my mum and her then partner of 9 years had split up. He was a complete arsehole to put it bluntly. When my great Aunty had died, my mum just wanted him to comfort her so she asked him for a hug and he had the nerve to tut and sigh about it, which was basically the last straw for her. Anyway around that time I had been getting more interested in various spiritual stuff again like tarot cards and witchcraft etc.
I found a passport photo of my mums ex, and I have no idea why but I put it into the ashtray in the living room and I burnt it (which was out of character for me as like I said above I hate fire).
As I was burning it, I said the words “I hope you get all that you deserve”.
I was so angry at him for how he treated my mum, and how he’d treated me over the years for that matter, that I was glad to see him go…only problem was that he went to his mothers who was only 7 doors away from us (you could actually see our front door if you sat in her living room and looked in the mirror on the wall).
The next day, I saw him outside his mothers house with his arm in a sling. I can’t remember exactly what had happened, I know it was something involving his motorbike- wasn’t a crash or anything very serious, but I can’t for the life of me remember what had happened to him.
When I saw him I kinda smirked, and remembered what I had said while burning his photo.
It freaked me out a bit, but it also made me believe in karma, in the sense that he hurt my mum, so in return he got hurt.
Who knows, maybe I’m a witch and just don’t know it? Though don’t go chucking me in water to figure it out, as either way I’ll sink as I can’t swim 😉
I hope you’ve enjoyed reading this little series of personal experiences with the paranormal spiritual world.
I’d love to hear your thoughts or even your own experiences if you fancy sharing.
Like I said, this is my own personal experience of what happened. Please be respectful and nonjudgmental
🔹immeamy, you’re you, and that’s the best way to be🔹