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"What exactly are these health problems you have that you mention numerous times?"

Well, from the time I was born until I was like 6 or 7, I had seizures quite often. Then after around age 13 or so they started coming back. I also have diabetes, hypertension, slight OCD, anxiety disorder, and an, as of yet, untreatable chemical imbalance in my brain. I've tried all the popular medicinal forms of treating this, but the meds either made me feel like killing people or just be a huge jerk to everyone.

"What about your wife and son? Do they get scared and see/hear the same things you do? Or does your son only talk about the invisible boy?"

My wife has seen them as well. She actually knows what the little boy looks like, (I've never seen a full figure of him) because she saw him just standing in our room, something I've never seen him do, staring out the open door across the living room. Anyone that stays here overnight and sleeps on the hide-a-bed in the living room sees the Man in our kitchen. I always ask them the next morning if they were woke up during the night and the answer almost without fail is ALWAYS "yes". The people that stay over here the most often and sleep in the living room, my brother, some of his friends, some of our close friends, have all seen the man. Several friends and family members have been here and seen the evidence of the little boy running across the living room, faint lights by the doorway, the sound of the floor and door as if someone enters and runs across, the little boy shaped motion trail...

"Other then the teen girl's screams, have any of the spirits communicated with you?"

Nope, not a single word. Oh, and since I've started writing and telling about them, for some reason my telephone is acting all screwy. I'll be talking to my wife, (and ONLY when I talk to my wife for some reason) and regardless of what phone SHE is using or where I call her at or she calls me from, the phone starts making all of these garbled beeping, screeching, kind of creepy noises. Not like Internet or modem chatter either (like when you accidentally pick up the phone while connected or the noise you here when you dial up your connection) but almost like some kind of weird music or something. It even did it last night when I picked up the phone and was gonna call her at work. I picked up the phone, heard a dial tone, before I even dialed the number, still hearing the dial tone in the background, it started up for no reason.

Again, I AM NOT THE ONLY ONE WHO EXPERIENCES THESE THINGS. They just seem drawn to me. Others around me see and hear them as well, and last time I checked, intellect, chemical imbalances, and seizures weren't contagious. Mellow mass- hysteria? Could be...I suppose; pushing my perception upon those around me...but its doubtful. Yeah, I dream all the time, every time I sleep, which is only in about 2 or 3 hour spurts at a time. Then I wake up and have to fall asleep all over again. I also have a lot of recurring nightmares and stuff. About two months ago, every time I would go to sleep I would dream about the end of the world, and I couldn't stop dreaming about it. This went on for almost three weeks, every night. It would either continue where my last dream of the Apocalypse left off or be a "rerun" of sorts and they were really awful. I also still have frequent nightmares about my Great Grandma's old house we lived in when we first got married. Dreams about going back there and trying to live there, or about friends trying to live there.

Also, I just thought of this as well, the whole time we lived in my Great Grandma's old house, my wife and I never used any type of birth control at any time, we weren't really worried about it since we both wanted children. After living there for over two years however, she never got pregnant. Within four weeks of moving out of there and into our second home, we conceived our son. We've always thought that was kinda weird. Like we COULDN'T have a kid living in that house or something.

�Theories why?�
As far as theories on the IQ...Have you ever noticed, which I'm sure you have, that the majority of artistic talent, be it painters, sketch artists, impressionists, musicians, are somehow tortured, eccentric, or almost completely insane? You know, cutting off our ears and putting them in the canvas of our self portraits, creating flying machines when the rest of the world scoffs at the idea of flight, writing love poems to long dead women, visions and all that. I feel because of our unique talents in art, music, and other creative endeavors, that we use more of the right side of our brain than other people. Have you ever had your IQ tested? Mine is, shall we say, quite far beyond what is considered genius level. You should really do a test if you get the chance. Anyway, the left side of the brain controls analytical thought and mathematics while the right side of the brain controls creativity and dreams.

This is something that has disturbed me for quite sometime because with training, you can, at will, turn off (not totally however) the left side of your brain and heighten the sensitivity of your right side. Here's an example, have you ever been so "into" something like drawing or painting or reading or whatever, that your mother could be standing directly across from you saying your name trying to get your attention but you don't hear or see her? That's because your right side has taken over. I have gotten to the point that I can actually, strange as it may sound, "feel" the physical change in my head between when my right and left side are active separately or in unison. I believe because of this, a combination of artistic ability and more trained control over my brain's abilities and my heightened intellect that I and others are possibly able to tap into parts of the brain (sometimes entirely unintentionally) that remain/become dormant for many others and is what causes my higher degree of sensitivity. Plus I am an extremely open minded individual, but not a foolish individual. "So much positive evidence exists, but there is also overwhelming evidence to disprove the existence of the supernatural, yet not all of the evidence to the contrary is entirely dissuasive." More often than not, information provokes more questions than true answers and this can go in circles forever with pros and cons, truth and lies, opinion and supposed fact.

�Could your medications or health be influencing you?�

I have taken Paxil, Fluoxotine Pulvule, Prozac, Zoloft... that's all I can think of at the moment. The chemical therapy I endured was more akin to being a test subject than being helped by my physician. At first he tried to tell me it was all in my head...that there wasn't anything wrong with me. Do people really fake this stuff that often? Right now I am not on any chemical therapy of any kind and haven't been for over two years. I am however taking Glucophage XR, Atenolol, and Zestril for my irregular heart rhythms, diabetes, and hypertension. Some of my experiences, which may indeed be genuine, have been attributed to my health or mental state by me...but some of it is simply undeniable as far as I'm concerned with others sharing in these experiences. Someone has suggested jokingly that possibly those around me feel sorry for me and just agree to make me feel better. "Oh yeah, WOW BJ, I really DO SEE THEM!" heheheh...not hardly. Also of interest, someone has finally bought my Great Grandma's old house from the guy who was living in it after us, you know, the guy who's wife died in there after we moved out. Let's see how long it takes for something to happen to this family...

�Why are those that are �gifted� plagued with so many problems�

Possibly it's a somewhat balanced genetic makeup on our parts being deficient in one or more areas and more than proficient in others. I'm sure it is perhaps prevalent in you, you just do not attribute it as such because it is not one extreme or another. Everyone has some things they excel at and some things they are not quite so good at. Those who are more extreme to one side or another are the ones who suffer the most due to the complete and utter mortification of "normal" society towards those things that are unusual.
You must admit, it has been practice in human nature for many, many years to shun, kill, maim, and torture that which is different...sad but true...because MOST people fear that which they do not understand. While those of us on one mental extremist side or the other live upon the mantra "that which does not kill us only serves to make us stronger".

I was typing on here earlier and my wife was sitting on the couch and Logan was at school, while we were all happy and content, something kind of slammed into the kitchen table, making this huge noise, scaring the bejeezus outta' me. I turned toward the kitchen and said to my wife behind me, "Did you hear that?" She was like, "Yeah, you didn't do it?" I said, "Uh..nope." Then that was it. I went back to typing and she went back to watching television. That's just the way it is around here. I've been told I'm a glutton for punishment and a sick sadistic jerk, and that's by my closest friends! All kidding aside,I guess that's why I was able to stay there...we all know what curiosity did to the cat and I have tempted it many, MANY times. It's in my nature really...I just HAVE to know, ya' know? The same thing that made me jump out of a car on a dark and lonely road and pull a white wooden cross off a tree one night is what drives me on a day to day basis. I suppose I thrive on adversity or something. I'm also a kind of defensive person, and that doll was making me uncomfortable in my own home...THE AUDACITY!! I don't have a clue where the doll is now. I think it is in a storage building somewhere with some other things of my Grandma's. No other dolls have ever messed with me except for the ones mentioned here. I even have life size versions of Chucky and Tiffany on a desk in my entryway...again, glutton for punishment.

"The night the girl screamed in your ear, what were you dreaming? Also, was anything amiss or out of place when you woke up?�

The night it happened was a rare night indeed. I was really very tired and fell asleep in about 30 to 45 minutes which is rare for me, most nights it takes at least an hour. Anyway, I, again very rare for me, was dreaming of absolutely nothing. I heard her scream "WAKE UP!" and opened my eyes alarmed and checked my son in the bed next to ours and scanned the room quickly. Figuring it was just my imagination or something, I lay down again and laid there for about 30 minutes or so and went back to sleep. Right after I went back to sleep, she screamed again but louder and directly in my ear. I sat bolt upright in bed and I went over to the light switch and turned it on. I scanned the room once again and saw that no one was there, but decided to go into the living room and watch TV for awhile because there was no way I was going to be able to sleep right then with my heart all freaking out and stuff. When I opened the bedroom door, in his usual spot at the edge of the kitchen counter was the middle aged man. That was the last thing I needed to see right then. I quickly shut the door and turned back around into the bedroom and was like, "Now what?!" I waited a little bit, and again, peeked out the door and saw nothing in the kitchen so I went into the living room and got the telephone and called my wife. I actually had her come home from work early so I wouldn't have to be here by myself. Not my proudest moment but the honest truth...

�The vacuum incident. Had you had any past problems with the vacuum? Also, did you look inside it? Any backed up tubes that could have caused a problem if it were turned on?�

I'm fairly adept at taking things apart and putting them back together and fixing stuff in general. I used to work on VCRs and NESs and stuff when I worked at a video store and the vacuum we had was fairly simple. I had taken it apart before and replaced belts and trimmed the brushes and stuff like that. No problems with it before out of the ordinary, no clogs or anything, I checked it all out..I dunno, it just wouldn't even turn on any more. Hell, I even went so far as checking for fuses in the thing. I mean, they put 'em in Christmas lights now so...you never know.

Some folks think this may be fun. I can tell you I wouldn't wish it on anyone. Sometimes when I close my eyes at night, and that simple task never comes easy and without fear, all I can see are flashes of the things I have seen and for all intents and purposes, could go the rest of my existence and never see again, and be just fine. These "images" stick with you and it is much easier to conjure up your own than to forget the reality of these...trust me.

Ever wake up to having someone you've never seen before sitting right next to your bed, in the floor at eye level, I'd say, about four inches from your face with theirs, staring at you then going away like they were never there? Believe me, to this day I'm still afraid when I shut my eyes at night that when I open them she'll be there. I'm sure you've heard the phrase "Afraid to close my eyes but afraid to keep them open," THAT'S ME SOMETIMES!!

�You must have nerves of STEEL!�

Uh....no. I have nerves of regurgitated Jello actually... I've been through so much crap though that the average stuff that people would freak over (I say average like the incident with the kitchen table a few days ago) just doesn't phase me anymore. I guess its what political pundits like to call desensitization, but mine is not R rated movies', Marilyn Manson's, or GTA3's fault no matter what Jerry Falwell says. No offense to followers of the Rotund Reverend of course;) I mean after you've been terrified that a something is going to kill you in your sleep, you're afraid to shut your eyes because of what you might see when you open them, you live with what amounts to some form of pure evil for over three years, the little things like talking toys and bumps in the night just don't cause the same reaction..ya' know? I mean sure, it does freak me out at times, especially if I dwell on it.

�Do you get mad at these spirits?�

I made the mistake one time of getting angry at a spirit and I got the crap scared out of me almost literally. I worked midnights at a Jr. Food Mart about six or seven years ago. My shift was from 11pm to 7am. I was in the store alone mostly from 3am to around 5am because of, well, because it was so early in the morning.

Anyway, people that worked there on midnights had the responsibility to make breakfast every morning to be sold before the day shift came in. Eggs, bacon, biscuits, sausage, gravy, all that good stuff. The pantry in the back where you would go to get stuff and was directly behind you as you cooked breakfast in the back had always been an uneasy area for anyone who had to work back there. Many co-workers would see things move out of the corner of their eye or hear stuff going on in there.

There were many mornings when the Manager would show up around 5am and find his midnight�s person sitting outside on the sidewalk because they were afraid to be in the store alone. They would sit out there until a customer would pull up and go in with them or something.

Whatever it was liked to bang on stuff, open the registers, open the cooler doors(the ones with the glass doors where sodas are kept and stuff)and move things around. One night I was going about my business, cooking breakfast when something started to bang on the hood vent over the chicken fryer. It was lightly at first then stopped. Then I got the feeling that someone was watching me from behind and turned around to the wide open pantry door. I shook my head and closed the pantry door and continued mixing up the gravy.

As I was getting ready to cut up some sausage to put in the gravy, I saw a customer at the register out front. I hadn't heard the electronic door chime when they came in so I was surprised to see them there. I called to them that I would be right there and wiped off my hands and went up front. There was no one there.

I figured I had been mistaken and no one had been there to begin with, seeing as how I didn't hear that loud annoying door chime, so I went back, washed my hands, and got back to work on the gravy. As I picked up the sausage to continue, the slight banging on the hood vent started again.

At this point weird stuff had been going on all night long and I said aloud, "Would you just stop it?!" Then I got this feeling that can only be described as a feather that was really hot on the back of my neck and whatever it was started slamming the heck out of the hood vent.

Hood vents are made out of metal and are VERY loud. This scared the beejezus outta' me so I went out front and out the front door and was determined to let whatever it was just have the darn kitchen...I was done fooling with it for the night. I don't know at what point the banging stopped.

Not long after that, a customer came in and I went in the store with them. I took care of them and then went to the back to attempt to finish breakfast. I got breakfast done and went back up front. There was a customer coming in the store.

The next few events are kind of hazy...but this is what I've put together. I gave the customer their change, they turned to leave, as they walked out the door I heard the door chime, the cooler doors out front, one of them opened and there was no one there, then I fell over. Next thing I remember, a pastor or priest from a local church was holding me up in a booth over to the side and had a cup of water for me. I asked what happened and he said he came in and saw me in the floor behind the counter and helped me over to the booth. I was fine after that and I never experienced the loud banging in the kitchen again.

I remember when I was younger, before the store was built there, it was an empty lot used to sell Christmas Trees. Come to find out, before that, it was a funeral home.

"How do you remember so many of these things with such clarity and detail?"

Well, it DOES help being born a gifted child and being on the fairer side of intelligence (Meh..that sounds cocky..but it's true..) but I think one of the things that keeps this stuff locked away in such detail in my mind is the fact that as I being mostly self trained as an artist, I read a book called Drawing On the Right Side of the Brain that kind of taught me how to control and manipulate the ability to "turn off" or dampen certain areas of my own thought processes and my brain and heighten other areas to be of more use. I suppose anyone could do it as well with the exercises provided within the book.

That and the fact that I was abused as a child, so many things are locked away in my head in the deep dark corners that I don't like to think about and it's almost as if that all happened to another person and I was just there watching thinking they should do something about it. It wasn't "me" though. I think that has a great deal to do with it as well. When I get to writing stuff like that it's almost the same as when I am really into my art or really into reading something...everything else kind of fades away and I'm in "the zone" so to speak. People can say things to me and I won't hear them and I'm so focused on the task at hand at times it takes kind of a jolt to snap me out of it.

I would like to thank all of you that have shown interest in my experiences and are reading this, and kick those of you that think I�m a liar...heheh. I would also like to thank the droves of guys and gals from GameFAQs Paranormal/Conspiracy board that have been kind and inquisitive over the years and say "Damn you all to Hell" to the occasional jealous trollified asshats I come across. XD

That out of the way...you guys would be astonished by how many emails I have received since first posting these stories some three years ago, all of them recounting some sort of experience similar to mine or searching for help or answers. I'm gonna' be the first to admit, I wish I had all the answers. I wish I could help everyone out there that has this "problem". I wish I knew what to do about these things. But I don't. If I did, I probably wouldn't be sitting here awake while my wife and kid are asleep in the other room.

I was sleeping soundly when I heard what sounded like a sigh through tightly pressed lips twice..really LOUD...kind of like "SSSSSSSSSHHHhhhh..." and it came from the end of our bed over towards the wall. I opened my eyes (I'm a very light sleeper)only to see a bluish glow, a bit rectangular in shape, about 9 or 10 inches long and 4 or 5 inches wide, with some purple spotted kind of smeared edges hovering over by the wall. It brightened abruptly then seemed to flash away into nothingness. Needless to say, I'm awake now. I'm not saying don't email me...far from it. Please, if you're not comfortable sharing your life experiences here in the guest book as this is such a public forum and subject to ridicule, or just want to talk about things, feel free to email me. I may not have all the answers but sometimes just knowing that someone else out there has "it" just as bad if not worse than you makes the burden a little easier to bear.