In my world there is no such thing as blissful darkness. The darkness is filled with things I don’t want to see, hear or touch. It has happened way too many times.
As a child I was not allowed to use a Ouija board or watch the movie “The Exorcist” as my parents were afraid that we would let something evil through.
Our first house had a poltergeist. According to Wikipedia, the description for a poltergeist (German for “rumbling ghost”) is a type of ghost or other supernatural being supposedly responsible for physical disturbances, such as loud noises and objects being moved or destroyed. Most accounts of poltergeists describe movement or levitation of objects, such as furniture and cutlery, or noises such as knocking on doors. Poltergeists are purportedly capable of pinching, biting, hitting and tripping people.
I was only a few years old, but I saw things in that house. I had a doll, it was life-sized like me, and it was what we think of as possessed. Its eyes followed your movement. I don’t remember if it moved or not at that age.
There was something in the basement. I saw it, felt it and refused to enter the basement.
We stayed there until it started picking on my mother and touching her, pinching her and then one day it tried to push her out the window. We moved as fast as possible.
The next house was free of paranormal entities if I remember correctly.
We eventually moved again and the darkness was not blissful again. Here we encountered animals. Cats rubbing up against your legs, but nothing was there. Our dog wouldn’t walk across a certain part of the kitchen as if there was a hole there.
This house was the worst for me. My bed faced the door which was left open and I could see things in the hall, on the steps every night. I was afraid to turn my back. Then one day I came out of my room and the door faced a full length mirror. I looked at it, couldn’t help it, where it was placed and it wasn’t me in the mirror. I screamed, had to pass the mirror within touching distance and almost fell down the strairs as it was at the top of the stairs.
My parents calmed me down and took it in stride. Like I said the paranormal was normal for us.
I finally got married and moved out. Not a lot of activity for a while. Now I live with my parents in another house and this house is full of spirits. Or I am delusional which could be considered possible since I have Bipolar Disorder and take psychiatric medications.
However, I believe fully that the house is haunted. There are many animals here. I have a cat. I will feel a cat settle itself on top of my legs. My cat doesn’t sleep like that, but our old cat did. I looked down to see what she was doing and she wasn’t there, but a depression in the blankets and the weight were for real.
A man I was meeting at my house for the first time was outside waiting for me. I came to the door and he said what a beautiful dog. I said thank you, but truth be told we had no living dogs. He had the “sight” as well.
My cat can “see” as well. She will suddenly stop what she is doing and look with horror over my shoulder. I am afraid to look she looks so scared. Now so far I haven’t seen anything, but I fully believe that my mother, who passed over a couple of years ago, comes here occasionally. I feel bad that I can’t see her.
So say what you must, THE DARKNESS IS NOT BLISSFUL TO ME!
Teresa (Tessa) Smeigh at 60 plus is still going strong despite her disabilities affecting both physical and mental abilities. She has bipolar disorder (mental), Fibromyalgia (nerves), degenerative disc disease (spine), and arthritis (joints). Her new journey's include Diabetes controlled by insulin. She is also working on 2 fiction books (mysteries). The books will probably never be finished. She keeps her blog filled with useful content, occasional devotionals (She is a Christian), stories and poems. Plenty to keep you busy. She has also been interviewed by blogs and had other posts published on many different blogs. She is from Southern, NJ. Her family and blog keep her busy.