| ALMOST EVERY CHILD HAS AN INVISIBLE FRIEND |
| My life began in a strange way and I have grown to be a bit of a strange adult. I remember life in the womb, I remember my birth and I had my first Near Death Experience at the age of 2 months. It has been unconfirmed but I may have died when I was born as well from a difficult birth with which my mother nearly heamorhaged to death from. Most of you already know the story of my first NDE and the fact that as a result I have Cerebral Palsy as a result of the experience. My family has a history of dealing with things Occult, as for my father's side? Nothing is known except for his name and a few rumours... |
| My room was very simply furnished. It was the first room to the right in a short hall in the upstairs. My crib was placed to the left of the door, the dresser was at the head of my crib under a window and the closet was at the foot of the bed to the right of the door. The room next to mine was far larger and had a closet that ran the entire length of the far wall. |
| My grandmother, Lila May Ring, was a clairvoyant. She was not allowed access to cards of any sort by my grandfather, Henry Gordon Ring, as she could see the future in them when people were just playing ordinary games of cards. She could also see things in reflective surfaces and was particularly drawn by water. |
| At the age of three months, when I fully recovered from my first NDE I began hearing a voice in the room with me late at night when I was laid down to sleep. It would talk to me about our dog, Patches, or mundane things about what went on in the house that day. As I grew older the conversations matured as well. As a result of my friend I never developed a proper fear of the dark like other children do. One night when I was three years old my grandmother was over babysitting me. She said to me in a very panicked voice "Who are you talking to?" I of course innocently replied "My bed friend". She told me to go to sleep and not talk to it anymore. I began to get around better to at this age and discovered the vast kitchen we had, it was large enough to ride my tricycle in and play with my doll carriage. During that time I met another little girl who was not much older than me named Emily. She didn't talk much, but she liked my dolls and carriage. I learned years later that no one else could see her, but they could certainly see the carriage being moved around the kitchen all by itself. Emily was my daytime friend. Emily had blond hair and a very pretty dress with lots of ruffles under it. To me she kind of looked like a life sized doll. I asked her one time if she ever played with bed friend and she cried. She told me nothing of what she knew. At the age of four bed friend said we would not see each other for a long time. I got very upset as at first I thought it was mad at me. It assured me that it would be okay. I was moving to bed friend's home across the road. We would talk again. Sure enough we moved across the road just like it said we would. We moved into 49 Church Street in Pickering Village. This house was alot smaller than our old one and owned by Mr. Francee. While my family did the moving I explored it looking to see if i could find my friend, I had never actually seen it, only spoken to it and it promised we would finally actually meet. The basement was rather weird. It was large for such a small house and had alot of rooms in it. Mr. Francee caught me down there and told my mother not to let me play down there. She asked why and the only explanation he could give is that I might touch the furnace or something. The next strange thing was discovered by my brothers first and Patches. The kitchen had four doors. One led to the basement, One led to the living room, one led to the hallway to the front door, and the last one led into a brick wall! The dog kept barking at it wanting to go through that door I assume. I thought it was funny too. I kept opening it and trying to see if I could fit between the walls, all I could fit was my leg. I could also feel a very cold breeze and hear strange noises. After a couple of weeks settling in my granny finally came for a visit. I had gone through a bit of a grieving period as I had not heard from any of my 'invisible friends'. Right away she noticed the dog at the door in the kitchen, tail wagging and tongue hanging out all happy like. Point of note: Patches was part collie and part wolf, dunno if that has any bearing on the story. Right away I wanted to show granny the weird door. As I ran towards it to show her what lay beyond she SHRIEKED ran and grabbed me away from the door. Almost in gibberish she told my mother who had come running that something evil lay beyond that door and to keep the child away from it. She even pleaded that we move out right away. My grandmother stayed over for a few days. Every day she sat in the kitchen drinking tea and guarding the door. The new game became Freak out Granny, this was done by opening the door as soon as she's far enough away from it and smile innocently. I'm sure this must have contributed to her heart attack five years later. The night she finally left I heard voices downstairs. I thought to myself, aha, mommy has friends over this means I can sneak out and stay up late because she has friends over. I crept down the stairs peeking from time to time all the way down over the rail trying to see the kitchen. It was very very dark as all the lights were out. I finally got to the bottom and had to feel my way to the kitchen as even the kitchen light was out. |
| Note: Up until this point I did not know what a ghost really was. The only description I had to go by was scary stories from my two older brothers. They had told me ghosts were all white and eat little children etc. Little did I know, the little girl I saw in the pink dress that looked like a normal person was what a real ghost looks like. (see My First Ghost) |
| I tip toed down the hall towards the kitchen as far as the doorway that leads into the kitchen. The funny door and the hall door were straight across from each other. As I stood there I was baffled, there was no one in the kitchen. The funny door creaked open, slowly. As it opened beams of light filtered into the kitchen. When it opened all the way I could see into the room behind it where the brick wall used to be! It had warm glowing lamps hanging on the walls and beautiful big peices of wooden furniture with gold coloured upholstery and tassles. The carpet was jade coloured and had gold piping and fringes. I stood there gaping at the beautiful glowing room, I wanted to walk across the kitchen and enter that room.
Just then a figure came through the door and said "NO" very sternly. I was shocked! It was a ghost like the kind my brothers told me about, it was gonna eat me! It was completely white, translucent and taller than my mom. It looked neither male or female. It stopped just two feet away from me and put up one hand and said "shhh... you'll wake everyone. No silly, I'm not a ghost." It said. It was bed friend! I recognised the voice instantly. "You look like a ghost, what are you if your not a ghost? Huh?" I asked. It chuckled and said "I'm just a vampire" I thought for a moment, never heard of a vampire before, must be a different kind of people. I guess vampires okay. Boy was I ever happy to see my friend. "This will be the last time we see each other for a very long time. Your grandmother is upset with me and is going to bring a friend over to send me away. I'm sorry to leave so soon" I burst into tears and it assured me that we would see each other again when I am much older. A couple of days later my grandmother MARCHED into the house followed by a very very large black lady bringing up the rear. I had never seen a black person before, and to be honest I don't believe there is a black person on this planet with skin as dark as hers was. Not only that, she even felt larger than she looked. To me I thought I was actually meeting Aunt Jemima the pancake lady from the syrup comercial! Right away I said Aunt Jemima and tried to hug her before my grandmother stopped me. The lady even had the kerchief on her head too. She set down her large bag and told my granny to let me go. I felt the most loving hug I ever felt in my entire life, so far no one has ever been able to match that hug. Then the bag caught my eye, it was large and colourful and almost seemed to be asking "open me, play with me" Seeing this Jemima grabbed the bag. "Thas naw fah ya'all chile, naw rahn alahn awside an play" She even had an adorable accent to boot! She swatted my bum and obediantly I went outside. I wasn't tall enough to look in the windows. But I certainly heard some strange sounds coming from inside the kitchen. I knew what the lady was there to do. They didn't understand that it was my friend. Several months passed and I became plagued for several years after by strange dreams, but that in itself is another story. When I saw Dracula for the first time I laughed. My brothers asked why and I told them that vampires don't do that. As I matured I became more curious about vampires as alot of people seemed rather obsessed with them. I finally contacted Eric S. Held of the Vampire Information Exchange in 1986 and he put me in contact with Dr. Jeanne Youngson. I was also put into contact with the Count Dracula Fan Club which was at the time also an information clearing house on vampires. The conclusion was that I was in contact with a "Metaphysical Vampire". It is not apparent for sure if these manifestations are human or demonic in origion. Avoid any future contact with it as they are very dangerous! Later on I met Fay Mansfield in 1989. As soon as I met her she looked at me, went ashen pale and ran away telling her associates that had brought me to meet her to get me away from her. After a bit she finally calmed down and allowed me to sit at a safe distance and tell her almost everything about me. I told her about Bed Friend last, this rang a bell for her. She informed me that this was the oldest creature she had ever come across. To make a long story short, it attacked her and I keep my distance whenever I run into her when she can 'feel' it. She seems to be the only person it attacks. |
| What do I think of Vampires really?
I know that they exist, however my experience has been that the ones from the movies do not exist. So then you may hear me say that vampires do not exist, I am not conflicting myself; I am simply stating a fact that I believe in. I do this so as to avoid argument with the hundreds of people that have a need to believe that they are vampires as I have argued this to often with too many people. I do know that Metaphysical Vampires exist from my own experience, although I am not entirely sure what it is that they do. Not much information is available. |
| What are Vampires?
This opens a entire can of worms that spans hundreds, mayhaps thousands of years of the belief systems of many people that have come and gone on this world/dimension. The popular belief was that vampires are actually the posessed corpses of loved ones. This can not be far from the truth if you know at least as much as I do about neurology and the fact that a wide variety of spirits wander the Earth. Yes, I do realise that does not make much sense. So I am going to try and give a quick attempt at explaining myself. Your brain has a hypothalamus, this organ produces chemicals that store information. Think of this as being similar to how Microsoft Windows File Manager works. Deamons are a form of metaphysical being, albeit many of them tend to be of a malevolent nature born of the bitterness they sometimes have towards us. Now imagine the Deamon is a Cracker going after a vulnerable computer, the corpse, and begins accessing the information stored there for use in harming other people in order to gain some form of satisfaction or to fill some need. Ah ha, you now have just gained some information as to why I keep turning you wackos down. I know, even though it's not proven through scientific means; that hypothetically I would not be me anymore. I like me too much to allow this to happen. |
| What about pyschic Vampires?
Um... yeah. Anyone has the power to be one of those although I don't think it is quite the same thing as a vampire. On another side it is technically the same thing depending on which bent you would like to follow. Some believe they only feed on psychic energy, some believe they feed directly on ones lifeforce, and yet more and more know that it is simply energy that the person is stealing. I have done some experiments in this area and find the results fascinating. I think it could possibly be a combination of Psychic and Physical Energy that is being stolen. This does however warrant further study. |