An Experiment for the Future.

Today was a fascinating discovery.

While uploading my photos to my PhotoBucket, I discovered that one of the pictures of my bedroom in Columbus was full of orbs. The next shot of my bedroom, taken maybe 30 seconds later, shows none. The shot is coated in orbs. Neither my other bedroom photo, nor any other shot from within the house, shows this. It was unnerving to make such a discovery. So tonight I got to thinking. I went to one of my old favorite websites, and checked out the "Haunted Places" section.

Go to this page and scroll down until you find the places for Columbus, Fayetteville, and Newnan.

I intend... to travel to some of them. In particular, Columbus's "Crybaby Bridge" and Newnan's Cedar Creek bridge.

I used to attend Northgate High School, which is, in fact, haunted. The school is indeed built on a cemetery--I've stepped foot on it before. Our teacher took us there one day before Halloween. The second we stepped foot on it, I didn't feel right. My stomach dropped, my body grew cold, and I heard a voice saying, "Get off here. Get off our land." I'd walk down the hallways and feel like someone was walking with me. A teacher said his computer shut off right before his eyes, and he saw a child run down the sidewalk.

My father's house sits on the same property as Parkhill Cemetery, where, amongst the hundreds (if not thousands) of others, most of my family is buried. When I'm in his house at night, I'm constantly bombarded by random energies. I've been touched and tickled... had my hair played with and my face stroked. I've heard a child's giggle, and had an orb follow me for an hour at a time. But I've also been attacked in my sleep here by nasty forces that try to suffocate me with my own pillows.

But the image of my bedroom... with no other orbs to be found anywhere else... has got me questioning myself. I've always told myself that I'm a sensitive who can pick up on the energies of anything around myself. But am I more than that? Do I have a larger connection to the otherworld than I, myself, could even imagine?

These trips I intend to make aren't for the thrill of, "Oh my God, I saw a ghost." No. These trips aren't for the fear factor. They're for proving something. To myself. I have to know... if I'm not staggering blind in a paranormal world. I have to know if they will trust me enough to show themselves to me.

I've been told for years that they believe I'm psychic. I have visions all the time that almost always come true. I have dreams in which things happen, and I tell a friend, who becomes frightened when I relay to them something that happened to them just a day before. I can feel someone's energy even when they aren't around, and I can tell when someone is upset just by being beside them.

But now I have to know for sure.

I will find a way to make these trips. I will find a way to go and endure the paranormal frights that may befall me. I have to know.

I'm having a minor identity crisis.