{"id":1461,"date":"2011-02-07T14:00:38","date_gmt":"2011-02-07T20:00:38","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.jodilee.ca\/?p=1461"},"modified":"2011-02-07T14:15:19","modified_gmt":"2011-02-07T20:15:19","slug":"shadows-in-the-doorway","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/jodilee.sacredtriskele.net\/?p=1461","title":{"rendered":"Shadows in the Doorway"},"content":{"rendered":"

(re-post of Ghostwriters Society article)<\/em><\/p>\n

\"\"<\/a>Shadows in the Doorway
\nby Jodi Lee
\n© 2009-2011 All rights reserved.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

As a child, I spent anywhere from one to four nights a week at my grandparent\u2019s home while my mother worked evening or night shifts. They lived next door, in what I\u2019ve come to view as the classic two-story farmhouse of the region. It was an old house, with dark corners, creaky floors and stairs. When my grandfather tore it down at the beginning of the 90s, it was just over a century in age, and had been moved at least once, possibly twice, in its history.<\/p>\n

I had more than my share of experiences in that house, including things that could be passed off as normal childhood imagination. One full body apparition, two shadow people and countless spirits partially seen or only vaguely heard later and I was hooked into the paranormal for the rest of my life. I\u2019ve written of my encounter with \u2018The Chief\u2019 before; the full body apparition of a native elder, in full headdress, standing at the end of the hallway upstairs. In the days following the incident, I allowed myself to be comforted by my grandparents and mother when they told me it was nothing more than the over-active imagination of a sleepy child on Halloween. Since then though, I\u2019ve listened with great attention when my daughter or other family members have spoken of him. I was not the only one to run across \u2018The Chief.\u2019<\/p>\n

The years since have taken some of the detail from my memories, such as dates and my age at various stages of activity within the house. I recall one night, well before my twelfth year, I awoke to the sounds of laughter and chat coming from downstairs. My grandfather\u2019s army buddies were over, and they had broken out the \u2018good stuff.\u2019 <\/p>\n

When I rolled over, intending to sneak to the top of the stairs to eavesdrop on the stories and music, I saw the shadows of two men at the doorway. I didn\u2019t move or speak; I didn\u2019t recognize them, and I knew all of my grandfather\u2019s buddies. Something<\/em> wasn\u2019t right. <\/p>\n

For one thing, the tiny nightlight in the room should have cast a meager bit of light on their faces, but there was nothing, absolutely no faces \u2013 just an uncompromising blackness. I could sense more than see that they were wearing suits with overcoats. The tall one wore a hat, the peak of which was just barely under the top of the doorway. The shorter one was much shorter, the top of his bare head close to mid-body of the tall one. There was hardly even definition between where his head and shoulders were, other than a slight size difference, as though he had no neck. <\/p>\n

The short one moved a bit, and the tall one responded in words; \u201cShe\u2019s not ready yet.\u201d<\/em><\/p>\n

I squeezed my eyes shut, and took a deep breath, intending on yelling out to my grandfather. When I opened them, the shadows were gone, and the light in the hall was out.<\/p>\n

The tall one was too tall to be my grandfather or any of his friends. The short one, too short. None of them wore overcoats nor a hat like that. My grandfather was the only one I can recall even owning a fedora, but the tall one\u2019s hat had a wider brim than a regular fedora did. The shadows were not part of the party from the kitchen, I am sure of that. <\/p>\n

One thing that made me even more sure \u2013 my grandmother\u2019s reaction to my story the next day. She wouldn\u2019t speak of it, and told me not to worry about it. That was the last night I slept in that room, though. They moved my belongings to the next room, and my old room remained unused until the house was demolished. I\u2019ve thought about this incident many times over the years, those words\u2014\u201cShe\u2019s not ready yet.\u201d<\/em> \u2014have haunted me far more than any of the spirits we live with. <\/p>\n

My brush with shadow people was followed by something that I haven\u2019t seen mentioned in any books or anywhere online in all the years I\u2019ve searched for it. Between that episode and my twelfth year, I experienced intermittent flashing accompanied by a popping sound. Anyone over a certain age will remember the old-style flash bulbs one could attach to a camera, it was like that. A faint popping sound, immediately followed by a bright flash. It would happen when I was with a crowd of people, or when I was alone. At night, during the day, it didn\u2019t matter. I was the only one to hear the popping sound, the only one to see the flash.<\/p>\n

After my first solid psychic occurrence at age twelve, those stopped and the shadows returned, but never as clear or as vocal as that night, and never together, either. Now it\u2019s either one or the other, and I only catch glimpses of them, despite my efforts to form some sort of contact with them. <\/p>\n

I would love to read the experiences of others, particularly if you\u2019ve had \u2018flash-bulb\u2019 incidents, so feel free to get in touch.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

(re-post of Ghostwriters Society article)
\nShadows in the Doorway
\nby Jodi Lee
\n© 2009-2011 All rights reserved.
\n 
\nAs a child, I spent anywhere from one to four nights a week at my grandparent\u2019s home while my mother worked evening or night shifts. They lived next door, in what I\u2019ve come to view as the classic two-story farmhouse of the region. It was an old house, with dark corners, creaky floors and stairs. When my grandfather tore it down at the beginning of the 90s, it was just over a century in age, and had …<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[871,1,870,799],"tags":[311,892,123,351,349,891],"class_list":["post-1461","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-featured","category-general-pondering-on-writing","category-headline","category-miscellania","tag-creepy","tag-flash-pop","tag-ghost","tag-paranormal","tag-shadow-people","tag-shadowperson"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/jodilee.sacredtriskele.net\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1461","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/jodilee.sacredtriskele.net\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/jodilee.sacredtriskele.net\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/jodilee.sacredtriskele.net\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/jodilee.sacredtriskele.net\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=1461"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/jodilee.sacredtriskele.net\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1461\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":1465,"href":"https:\/\/jodilee.sacredtriskele.net\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1461\/revisions\/1465"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/jodilee.sacredtriskele.net\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=1461"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/jodilee.sacredtriskele.net\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=1461"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/jodilee.sacredtriskele.net\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=1461"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}