Who Hunts Who?

Who hunts Who?

People who know I’m a paranormal investigator often ask me if I have any ghost hunts coming up. What they don’t understand is ghosts are a part of my everyday existence.

I feel them drift into rooms when I am alone.

They approach me in restaurants, moving to my table as if drawn to my energy.

They hover above my bed at night while I sleep.

I am what they call a sensitive.

Sensitives come in many different varies. Some people simply know when a spirit comes into a room. Others get a physical cue, like cold chills or a tingling feeling. People like me actually hear them. I am clairaudient.
This ability started in childhood. I would hear a tone in my ear, similar to an ear-ringing sound. The tone would be accompanied by a sense that I wasn’t alone, that feeling you get when someone walks silently into a room and stands there watching you. It developed during my adolescence and I came to understand that there was a lot more going on in the world around me that I couldn’t see.

The prospects were terrifying, especially back in the late 80’s when paranormal shows and information weren’t so prevalent. I kept this knowledge to myself, trying to explain it, trying to compartmentalize it in a way that would allow me to live my life. I managed to delude myself for a number of years, explaining it away as simple tinnitus, but it wasn’t something I could ignore for long.

I began to hear different tones. They would grow stronger as I approached them, and become softer when I left. I found that the tone was louder near certain houses and cemeteries. When the tone was the strongest, I often felt soft touches that couldn’t be explained, and found my cats watching the same area I was hearing the sound emit from. Several years ago, I decided to embrace it instead of being fearful of it. That was when everything changed.
Like any muscle that is exercised, my abilities grew stronger and clearer. On paranormal investigations, I knew when a spirit drifted into the room. At first, it was great. I began getting amazing evidence. Ghosts began talking to me. They spoke full sentences into my digital voice recorder, telling me their names, their messages, making comments about the activities surrounding them. I thought it was a blessing. I was thrilled. I was actually speaking to the dead, getting answers to those life-long questions. What happens to us after we die?
They told me that Heaven is beautiful. Some were trapped, some stayed because they wanted to watch over family members, and some simply thought we were annoying and wanted us to go away. Then, it took a serious turn. They started following me home.

That changed things very quickly.
There is nothing more fearful than having an unknown entity hovering over you as you consider closing your eyes. I became the child with a monster under the bed, with no one to call for help. I was alone in my house. I’d have to deal with it myself.

In the beginning, I reached out to several of my psychic friends. They would use their abilities to remove the spirit, confirming my worst fear. Yes, there was something there. I could no longer blame it on tinnitus. It was real and it was following me everywhere I went.

Now, I just handle it as best as I can.

And I usually don’t sleep well.

So, to answer that question: am I going on a ghost hunt tonight?

Yes and No.

It’s just a matter of who is hunting who.

~ Joni

Jonimayhan.com
Please check out my paranormal thriller trilogy on Amazon.com.
– Lightning Strikes (Book 1 – Angels of Ember Trilogy)
– Ember Rain (Book 2 – Angels of Ember Trilogy)
– Angel Storm (Book 3 – Angels of Ember Trilogy)

2 thoughts on “Who Hunts Who?

    • Thanks for the comments, Liz. It is an interesting ability to have. I hid it for most of my life, afraid people would think I was crazy. Now, I just don’t care. I’ve gotten enough validation to understand that it is real and it is happening to me. Hiding my head in the sand doesn’t change anything.

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