I have felt like a "loner" for much of my life, left to my own devices, finding distraction in various fields of thought, art, history, fantasy. Keeping my mind AND hands busy "Doing", accomplishing" has always been the way I more over like to find myself.

 I do care what others think of me and I like to be well thought of by those who know me or have only briefly met me, but with that said, I am totally open to my own wacky ideas and concepts that I will pursue and breathe life into even if nobody I know will ever hold these things in high reguard, because it "tickled" My Brain to create and construct them, and I remain enthralled by some of those previous concepts even as much time passes by.

 I have had some very odd experiences in my 63 years, most of which have no ready explaination and the easy explanation holds no weight (foisted upon me by ignorant others, involving drug usage) They eventually will infuriate me when complete truthfullness fails to convince them otherwise. (Too many need easy answers, I guess?)

 I have never done drugs. I don't drink. I have never smoked. I have taken very few prescription drugs-ever.(I have to be half-dead first)

 I have never been commited, jailed. I admit to being difficult for "modern" psychology to pigeon-hole, maybe that has something to do with "creativity"? (Mine, or is it that they don't have any?) (ha-ha-ha!)

 I live in a haunted house and have now for 25 years and it is interesting, slightly scary sometimes..

 I am seeking the "Whys" and the "Wherefors" of these incidents, so lies,and fiction have no place here or in my mind.   Elevan yrs, ago was a very busy supernatural year here. I have now spent much time and energy telling many thousands of  people about it , no matter what they think of the incidents or me personally. I repete those facts, silly names, verbatum as told to me at the time by a strange stranger who called himself a "Warloch-Psychic". Why do I take this all so seriously? Because at the end of the Summer elevan years ago there was an incident involving that man which nearly and should have taken my life. I believe he was doing someone, something elses'"bidding" and he was just a tool.

 The lesson is never invite a ghost into your house. I refused his demands numerous times. When death came for me as the part of this dealing, I was spared and unhurt because if I had NOT invited the 38th Ghost into my house as demanded.. it would have been me.

 Many quirky and odd things conspired that day to allow me to remain alive.

 Claiming a haunted attraction is haunted does not increase attendance because so many people are scared to death of the unknown. Instead you will meet some people that you will wish you never met who threaten your life and livelyhood from a position of strengh  enjoyed only by the severely mentally imbalanced who live with no threat of real recourse for following any whim  caused any mood-inspired acts.

When something odd or possibly supernatural happens here I restrain myself from jumping on the Supernatural bandwagon. I consider all and hopefully every possibility first. What did I really see, hear, witness? Was I day-dreaming, was I distracted?Where was my focus? Could it have been just my imagination? Could a portion of it had been my imagination? Did something really change, move, squeak, Moo? Was it a trick of the light or the lighting? A coincidence? Could it have been a mouse, a bug, a dry piece of old wood?(groaning)  Of course most of this checklist goes out the window if two of you saw the same thing.