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I can relate, mine as a child were mere shadows; I could not feel their touch. However, in 2011, I could not only see them, but feel them... faceless, but real, wide awake.
As a student of the paranormal I am very familiar with historical accounts of Succubi, Incubi and the like, and of modern interpretations for the phenomenon being caused by sleep paralysis and variants of the sleep state of t...
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Let me start it off like this:

I remember my first encounter with a ghost.
I just can’t help it; my mind locked it in like a trap.
I was three years old. I lay in bed to go to sleep; my father had tucked me in around an hour before.
As you would expect with any child at that age, I had a very active imagination and I was tired from another day of adventure in this big, wide, wonderful world. I liked war movies, westerns, and Tarzan.
I was just a normal kid for the day and age.
Anyhow, getting back to it: I lay in bed, in the dark (which I will note I had no fear of at the time), staring at the ceiling. I was not sleepy.
Then I saw it—a shadow figure walking across my room!
I didn’t, at that age, really know what I was looking at. So I just lay there, in silence, watching as it moved closer until it was at the side of my bed. It stopped in a stance as if it were peering down at me. I don’t know why, but I do remember not being afraid.
I blinked my eyes several times to make sure that what I was seeing was real, then I remember hearing a slight ‘bump’ in the direction of my closet. Another shadow figure stood facing my closet door.
Okay, now at this age, I am getting a weird feeling about this.
Anyway, I continue to lay there and I clearly remember thinking that I am just seeing shadows, or I was dreaming, or something. I just remembered that the first thing that I tried to do in my mind was explain it away as a trick of light or my brain.
At least until the closet door slid open! I couldn’t get out of bed fast enough. I yelled at the top of my lungs all the way into my mom and dad’s room, where I hid under their bed immediately—terrified from head to toe.
It culminated, at my mother’s insistence, with my dad checking every single door and window of our house, as well as the closets, showers, nooks, and crannies. He found nothing.  He was not a happy camper.
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I remember my first encounter with a ghost.
I just can’t help it; my mind locked it in like a trap.
I was three years old. I lay in bed to go to sleep; my father had tucked me in around an hour before.
As you would expect with any child at that age, I had a very active imagination and I was tired from another day of adventure in this big, wide, wonderful world. I liked war movies, westerns, and Tarzan.
I was just a normal kid for the day and age.
Anyhow, getting back to it: I lay in bed, in the dark (which I will note I had no fear of at the time), staring at the ceiling. I was not sleepy.
Then I saw it—a shadow figure walking across my room!
I didn’t, at that age, really know what I was looking at. So I just lay there, in silence, watching as it moved closer until it was at the side of my bed. It stopped in a stance as if it were peering down at me. I don’t know why, but I do remember not being afraid.
I blinked my eyes several times to make sure that what I was seeing was real, then I remember hearing a slight ‘bump’ in the direction of my closet. Another shadow figure stood facing my closet door.
Okay, now at this age, I am getting a weird feeling about this.
Anyway, I continue to lay there and I clearly remember thinking that I am just seeing shadows, or I was dreaming, or something. I just remembered that the first thing that I tried to do in my mind was explain it away as a trick of light or my brain.
At least until the closet door slid open! I couldn’t get out of bed fast enough. I yelled at the top of my lungs all the way into my mom and dad’s room, where I hid under their bed immediately—terrified from head to toe.
It culminated, at my mother’s insistence, with my dad checking every single door and window of our house, as well as the closets, showers, nooks, and crannies. He found nothing.  He was not a happy camper.

This was in Utah at Christmas time.
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I remember my first encounter with a ghost.
I just can’t help it; my mind locked it in like a trap.
I was three years old. I lay in bed to go to sleep; my father had tucked me in around an hour before.
As you would expect with any child at that age, I had a very active imagination and I was tired from another day of adventure in this big, wide, wonderful world. I liked war movies, westerns, and Tarzan.
I was just a normal kid for the day and age.
Anyhow, getting back to it: I lay in bed, in the dark (which I will note I had no fear of at the time), staring at the ceiling. I was not sleepy.
Then I saw it—a shadow figure walking across my room!
I didn’t, at that age, really know what I was looking at. So I just lay there, in silence, watching as it moved closer until it was at the side of my bed. It stopped in a stance as if it were peering down at me. I don’t know why, but I do remember not being afraid.
I blinked my eyes several times to make sure that what I was seeing was real, then I remember hearing a slight ‘bump’ in the direction of my closet. Another shadow figure stood facing my closet door.
Okay, now at this age, I am getting a weird feeling about this.
Anyway, I continue to lay there and I clearly remember thinking that I am just seeing shadows, or I was dreaming, or something. I just remembered that the first thing that I tried to do in my mind was explain it away as a trick of light or my brain.
At least until the closet door slid open! I couldn’t get out of bed fast enough. I yelled at the top of my lungs all the way into my mom and dad’s room, where I hid under their bed immediately—terrified from head to toe.
It culminated, at my mother’s insistence, with my dad checking every single door and window of our house, as well as the closets, showers, nooks, and crannies. He found nothing.  He was not a happy camper.

What was your first encounter like?
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The foreword will be my personal experiences, the book will be of known paranormal places that people can visit with the blessings of the owner.
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I remember my first encounter with a ghost.
I just can’t help it; my mind locked it in like a trap.
I was three years old. I lay in bed to go to sleep; my father had tucked me in around an hour before.
As you would expect with any child at that age, I had a very active imagination and I was tired from another day of adventure in this big, wide, wonderful world. I liked war movies, westerns, and Tarzan.
I was just a normal kid for the day and age.
Anyhow, getting back to it: I lay in bed, in the dark (which I will note I had no fear of at the time), staring at the ceiling. I was not sleepy.
Then I saw it—a shadow figure walking across my room!
I didn’t, at that age, really know what I was looking at. So I just lay there, in silence, watching as it moved closer until it was at the side of my bed. It stopped in a stance as if it were peering down at me. I don’t know why, but I do remember not being afraid.
I blinked my eyes several times to make sure that what I was seeing was real, then I remember hearing a slight ‘bump’ in the direction of my closet. Another shadow figure stood facing my closet door.
Okay, now at this age, I am getting a weird feeling about this.
Anyway, I continue to lay there and I clearly remember thinking that I am just seeing shadows, or I was dreaming, or something. I just remembered that the first thing that I tried to do in my mind was explain it away as a trick of light or my brain.
At least until the closet door slid open! I couldn’t get out of bed fast enough. I yelled at the top of my lungs all the way into my mom and dad’s room, where I hid under their bed immediately—terrified from head to toe.
It culminated, at my mother’s insistence, with my dad checking every single door and window of our house, as well as the closets, showers, nooks, and crannies. He found nothing.  He was not a happy camper.
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Never will I demand proof of, well, the paranormal #bydefinition . No need to prove the science for something that has been reported since 400BCE. Here is an excerpt from my newest book:

Then it happened.
The guy ran into—no, let me take that back, I’ll start again. This guy ran through the wall on the north side of the living room. No windows or doors; the guy had just simply disappeared through the wall. Poof. Vapor. No sheet rock damage. No nothing. He was gone. He went right through the wall.
The old man, my step dad, looked at me and said, “That was the second time.”
I had only moved back in with my mom a week ago.
“What?” I’m still in shock. “Second time? What?”
“You didn’t know that there’s a ghost in this house?” He asked.
Hmm, I thought, I guess I know now.
Who needs a front door, right?
 
I didn’t sleep a wink that night. After all, one person sees a ghost, its hogwash; two people see it at the same time… uh, oh.
After all, it isn’t as if I had never heard of a ghost before.
I grew up listening to campfire stories, the legend of the lady in the mirror and the like. I had always disbelieved until I had a few run-ins myself. I guess that I had good reason; science had been working on discrediting these beliefs since before I can remember!
 
Let’s take for example the legends of ‘Old Hag Syndrome’ AKA, ‘The Incubus or Succubus demon’. It was always one of my favorites.
There are countless documented cases where someone claims to be either held down to their bed, or levitated above it, by a spirit or apparition, the demon literally choking him or her and holding him or her down where he or she cannot move, cannot scream, cannot fight, sometimes involving inappropriate contact, then the ghost simply disappears and all feeling and or motility in the victim is restored to normal!
Freudian logic tries to explain it all away as our Dr. Freud had no desire to believe, and considering the drug use, probably had lost the ability to dream. Freudian logic would have my mom or dad arrested.
The earliest recorded case of this type of nocturnal attack rewinds us all the way back the 400 BC in China, where it was termed ‘Ghost Oppression Phenomenon’. Since then, thousands of men and women, people who didn’t know of the other’s attacks, have described it with uncanny similarity… a demon, minion, or ghost has attacked in their home, as they slept. Moreover, this has remained common for 2500 years. That is until now, the 21st century.
Science has been and is still in the throes of nullifying this perplexing caseload by making up this new label of ‘Sleep Paralysis’ for the victims. However, if you take away the jargon, what they are saying is that you are simply just dreaming.
The overall label ‘Sleep paralysis’ gives is the notion of lucid dreaming wherein the subject of the ‘attack’ is in a state of REM sleep that has the body in a state of paralysis as a defense mechanism from harming itself
The eyes are wide open, the brain is highly active, the body is paralyzed, and the demon / ghost/ spirit/ apparition involved is all a figment of the ‘victims’ highly overactive imagination of the host. Did you notice how subtly the parentheses have changed?
It is all plausible, right.
Well, my first thought as a scientist is to agree—literally to jump aboard... then, no. NO, NO, NO!
I remind myself that scientists have a way of making their theories seem more than valid enough by using talk that is hypothetical but leaving out the word hypothesis, which leads people to believe the rhetoric contained therein is based on fact—theoretical science if you will! The knife cuts both ways.
We have paved the way to deny any supernatural belief, explaining away with medical and psychological terms and even applying medications to the patient profile in order to bring relief to the afflicted person of this type of ‘narcolepsy’, which is now what we have so carefully deemed this Old Hag Syndrome, all the while refusing to admit that we truly know nothing about it.
Truly, there must be more to this phenomenon than a theory explained away and medicated for the sake of science. I listened to the facts
Why do all of the attacks have the same eerie similarities? Why do all of the victims of the attack feel violated after the fact? Why, in China 2500 years ago, did they use the term ghost? Why choose this word? Why you say? Why indeed!
Because of the same thing that each and every victim has seen, that’s why. Let me repeat: One or more spirits or apparitions at the foot of their bed or on top of their body, in the form of a physical manifestation—each attack only varying slightly from the next: with or without inappropriate contact and/or levitation.
That is quite a 2500-year-old coincidence! How is that not seen as evidence itself?
 
In light of that little rant, my dear reader. It brings me great joy to direct you into the depths of my new guide:
 
Haunted Road Trips
and
Destinations for Documented Paranormal Activity
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Good afternoon friends... care to take a walk on the wilder side?
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All races, all nationalities, all have spoken of ghosts.
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I feel so sorry for the people who were injured or killed at the Boston Marathon. My family and I send our condolences, well wishes, and support. +The Boston Marathon 
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An excerpt from my new book for you:

Then it happened.
The guy ran into—no, let me take that back, I’ll start again. This guy ran through the wall on the north side of the living room. No windows or doors; the guy had just simply disappeared through the wall. Poof. Vapor. No sheetrock damage. No nothing. He was gone. He went right through the wall.
The old man, my step dad, looked at me and said, “That was the second time.”
I had only moved back in with my mom a week ago.
“What?” I’m still in shock. “Second time? What?”
“You didn’t know that there’s a ghost in this house?” He asked.
Hmm, I thought, I guess I know now.
Who needs a front door, right?
 
I didn’t sleep a wink that night. After all, one person sees a ghost, its hogwash; two people see it at the same time… uh, oh.
After all, it isn’t as if I had never heard of a ghost before.
I grew up listening to campfire stories, the legend of the lady in the mirror and the like. I had always disbelieved until I had a few run-ins myself. I guess that I had good reason; science had been working on discrediting these beliefs since before I can remember!
 
Let’s take for example the legends of ‘Old Hag Syndrome’ AKA, ‘The Incubus or Succubus demon’. It was always one of my favorites.
There are countless documented cases where someone claims to be either held down to their bed, or levitated above it, by a spirit or apparition, the demon literally choking him or her and holding him or her down where he or she cannot move, cannot scream, cannot fight, sometimes involving inappropriate contact, then the ghost simply disappears and all feeling and or motility in the victim is restored to normal!
Freudian logic tries to explain it all away as our Dr. Freud had no desire to believe, and considering the drug use, probably had lost the ability to dream.
The earliest recorded case of this type of nocturnal attack rewinds us all the way back the 400 BC in China, where it was termed ‘Ghost Oppression Phenomenon’. Since then, thousands of men and women, people who didn’t know of the other’s attacks, have described it with uncanny similarity… a demon, minion, or ghost has attacked in their home, as they slept. Moreover, this has remained common for 2500 years. That is until now, the 21st century.
Science has been and is still in the throes of nullifying this perplexing caseload by making up this new label of ‘Sleep Paralysis’ for the victims. However, if you take away the jargon, what they are saying is that you are simply just dreaming.
The overall label ‘Sleep paralysis’ gives is the notion of lucid dreaming wherein the subject of the ‘attack’ is in a state of REM sleep that has the body in a state of paralysis as a defense mechanism from harming itself
The eyes are wide open, the brain is highly active, the body is paralyzed, and the demon / ghost/ spirit/ apparition involved is all a figment of the ‘victims’ highly overactive imagination of the host. Did you notice how subtly the parentheses have changed?
It is all plausible, right.
Well, my first thought as a scientist is to agree—literally to jump aboard... then, no. NO, NO, NO!
I remind myself that scientists have a way of making their theories seem more than valid enough by using talk that is hypothetical but leaving out the word hypothesis, which leads people to believe the rhetoric contained therein is based on fact—theoretical science if you will! The knife cuts both ways.
We have paved the way to deny any supernatural belief, explaining away with medical and psychological terms and even applying medications to the patient profile in order to bring relief to the afflicted person of this type of ‘narcolepsy’, which is now what we have so carefully deemed this Old Hag Syndrome, all the while refusing to admit that we truly know nothing about it.
Truly, there must be more to this phenomenon than a theory explained away and medicated for the sake of science. I listened to the facts
Why do all of the attacks have the same eerie similarities? Why do all of the victims of the attack feel violated after the fact? Why, in China 2500 years ago, did they use the term ghost? Why choose this word? Why you say? Why indeed!
Because of the same thing that each and every victim has seen, that’s why. Let me repeat: One or more spirits or apparitions at the foot of their bed or on top of their body, in the form of a physical manifestation—each attack only varying slightly from the next: with or without inappropriate contact and/or levitation.
That is quite a 2500-year-old coincidence! How is that not seen as evidence itself?
 
In light of that little rant, my dear reader. It brings me great joy to direct you into the depths of my new guide:
 
Haunted Road Trips
and
Destinations for Documented Paranormal Activity
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I remember my first encounter with a ghost.
I just can’t help it; my mind locked it in like a trap.
I was three years old. I lay in bed to go to sleep; my father had tucked me in around an hour before.
As you would expect with any child at that age, I had a very active imagination and I was tired from another day of adventure in this big, wide, wonderful world. I liked war movies, westerns, and Tarzan.
I was just a normal kid for the day and age.
Anyhow, getting back to it: I lay in bed, in the dark (which I will note I had no fear of at the time), staring at the ceiling. I was not sleepy.
Then I saw it—a shadow figure walking across my room!
I didn’t, at that age, really know what I was looking at. So I just lay there, in silence, watching as it moved closer until it was at the side of my bed. It stopped in a stance as if it were peering down at me. I don’t know why, but I do remember not being afraid.
I blinked my eyes several times to make sure that what I was seeing was real, then I remember hearing a slight ‘bump’ in the direction of my closet. Another shadow figure stood facing my closet door.
Okay, now at this age, I am getting a weird feeling about this.
Anyway, I continue to lay there and I clearly remember thinking that I am just seeing shadows, or I was dreaming, or something. I just remembered that the first thing that I tried to do in my mind was explain it away as a trick of light or my brain.
At least until the closet door slid open! I couldn’t get out of bed fast enough. I yelled at the top of my lungs all the way into my mom and dad’s room, where I hid under their bed immediately—terrified from head to toe.
It culminated, at my mother’s insistence, with my dad checking every single door and window of our house, as well as the closets, showers, nooks, and crannies. He found nothing.  He was not a happy camper.
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A shade of black in the divine soup of grey with dim'd light, the innocence in my soul has saw'n the figure from the realms of the spirit path.
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Writing a new guide book for paranormal adventurers. Places that have been investigated and phenomena observed that you too can visit.
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Ray , I think we can get more people in this community if we share our experiences. I'm taking about true things that we have done and seen. Because I know you all have had experiences cause your on this site.

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Okay, this will make the party this weekend!
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Binger Ray has a Bachelors degree in medical technology with a minor in applied psychology, and has studied religious and occult history for over twenty eight years. He has been previously published in numerous scientific journals and online as a contributor in the areas of finance, entertainment, and cooking.
Though a Culver City, California native, he currently resides in the Southwest United States with his wife, son, three dogs and a cat.
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