I Am Haunted: Behind the Scenes
Well hello again, dear readers, it’s great to be back. So I’m calling this part of my I Am Haunted series not ‘Part 2’, but Behind The Scenes because there’s some stuff I need to explain about what’s going on as I was trying to write the second part for the last…gosh…couple of months now. See, I got the ‘okay’ from the EIC, Charlotte, to write this series and share my real-life issues dealing with the supernatural. The first part was hard to write but I got through it without really any problems. This time around, however, stuff got…dark, to say the least. There was quite a few messed up things that happened during that time, and I think I should talk about that before actually trying to finish ‘Part 2’. So, here we go…
A few months back, I had asked the Horror Bound Qwner and Editor in Chief (my badass boss, Charlotte) if I could kind of blog my real life encounters with the spooky, dark, insane crap that’s been happening to me and my family since childhood. This kinda stuff has been following me around all my life, and I’ve discovered that it’s me, not the homes I’ve lived in, that is haunted. She gave me the ‘okay’ and I started writing. The first part went fine, albeit remembering those things did give me quite a panic attack. This kind of dark stuff was hard on my psychological and physical well-being (I still have scars, but I’ll get on that another time). Even right now, I’m having a hard time just getting everything out. See, I was getting into the details of what happened post-Zak Bagan’s Haunted Museum and the attachment I got because of that place, but some weird shit started happening while I worked on it.
In the beginning, it was these minor inconveniences. My laptop would randomly shut down because of a Windows update and I’d lose pages of writing that I couldn’t recover. Another time, Word just completely crashed, and I lost more pages. Another time my mouse randomly died, and I had to replace it (not even putting more batteries in would make the damn thing work). There were also random blue screens that told me the hard drive had failed and I had to get that replaced, but when I brought it in for them to check, the hard drive was completely fine. I didn’t understand it at the time, but it would seem something was trying to stop me from sharing my story. I took a short break after that, but when I tried to get back into it, that’s when things started getting a lot worse.
One thing that happened, my Spotify app would randomly turn on and start playing. I would check the system processes, but it never appeared there. I would uninstall and reinstall it, but the same things would keep happening. When I wasn’t writing the article, this would not happen. That would seem like it was nothing to be concerned about, maybe a glitch, but the same song would play every time…’I’m Your Boogieman’ by Rob Zombie. So, that was pretty creepy to say the least. Things got worse as time went on. I’d shut down the app, keep trying to work, and I’d see the ceiling fan turn on by itself. The only way that could happen is if I physically pulled the cord for it. I’d see the drapes move by themselves, something get knocked over, the usual cliché haunting stuff. So, again, I took a break, and if I thought things were bad then, they got worse.
My cats would randomly stare and hiss at nothing in the hallway. My dogs would growl and bark at seemingly nothing, they even once refused to come into the home while I was trying to write the ‘Part 2’ article. One night while I was working, it was about two or three in the morning, my laptop decided ‘fuck you, I’m not working tonight’ and blue screened on me. I rebooted it to make sure everything was working fine again and yes; I was able to recover my article. But, seeing as how it was so late, decided to just go to bed. On my way to the bedroom, I saw something move out of the corner of my eye and watched as a dark shadow moved across the wall and into the bedroom. I rushed in and that’s when I heard it; a loud hiss as if from a snake or something, and a laugh that sounded eerily like a hyena. Whatever this is, whatever it is that is trying to stop me from writing the second article, it is not something I want to mess with.
Ever since hearing the hiss and laugh, I’ve had bouts of severe depression, anxiety, panic, and have found myself unable to write anything fictional worth a damn. I’ve got all these stories and articles planned, but nothing has come to fruition. It’s almost like whatever this is, is feeding off my frustration and anxiety. After taking an extended break and just putting out reviews, I feel like this is a story that needs to be told. It needs to get out and I can’t just sit back and let this damned thing try to shut me down. Stay tuned kids…I’ll be going hard after this thing, and I’ll get ‘Part 2’ out very soon. Until then, stay safe, say your prayers, don’t mess with the occult, and always…ALWAYS…stay spooky. This is Zo, signing off (for now).
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