ourparanormalworld

I am planning on adding a page with my productions of 'OUR PARANORMAL WORLD'. Although, I have put one, or two of my earlier productions on the site, as I have made a full series, I will embed them from other sites, before I produce anymore.

I haven't been too well, and my system has crashed on more than one occasion, I am looking at ways to improve my system, by later on investing on an additional internal hard-drive and an external hard-drive with several gigabytes to store data for easy retrieval. Also, I am going to see if I can get a faster processer for this computer.

In the meantime, It will take me some time to put the new series together, as I will have to save a copy to disc. At the moment, I am keeping it under 20 minutes to save storage on my computer. I am hoping to produce a much longer programme in the future.

I have to work according to the way my health allows. It can take up to a week for me to put a 20 minute programme together. So it will take longer for me to produce a longer programme.

The pages will be titled 'OUR PARANORMAL WORLD DOCUMENTARIES'

Watch this space

At around 4am this morning, I was surprised but not scared to an event which took place. My husband took our dog into the garden, as she was desperate for the loo.

I got up briefly and went to lay back on the bed flat on my stomach. As I did so, I felt a heavy hand come down and smack me on the bum. I turned around thinking it was my husband. To my surprise, he was still outside with Dolly.

He then came in about five minutes later and made his way to bed. He then said that the freezer door was wide open. I know neither one of us opened the freezer door, as it was closed tight when I went to bed.

The smack didn't cause me to be afraid; in fact, I thought it was quite funny. Obviously, somebody or something was trying to get my attention. Believe me, when you get a firm smack from a disembodied hand, you do pay attention.

Before my illness took hold. I use to work in a meat packing factory. The factory had a reputation for being haunted. The ghost was frisky to say the least. He use to grab me around the waist and squeeze me really hard like a man would put his hand on a woman's waist and give it a gentle squeeze. He would throw the pallets around, and he made a brief appearance as a shadow figure when I was finishing tidying up my end. It turned out a man had committed suicide in the building opposite where I worked.

The girls I worked with witnessed the events and knew about them long before I worked there. They were surprised
that I wasn't afraid. I told them that to fear the unknown was inviting trouble.

As I am writing this, my bum is still sore. I have yet to figure out why my bum? You would think that they would choose some other way to get my attention.

I didn't panic or give any more thought about it and just went to sleep with my bum stinging.

The best way to describe the smack: you remember when being smacked on the bum for discipline was the norm. It was like that a disciplinary smack. It was firm enough to sting, but not hard enough to harm.

Up until now,I have never encountered anybody else who have had something similar happen to them. Whatever or whomever was behind the smack; no doubt, will make themselves known to me again. When that day happens I will let you know.

First of all, I do not fake any of my photos and to those whom would prefer to think I fake these things, then my advice is to you is not to judge somebody, unless you want to be judged.

My experiences are all too real. I wouldn't lower myself to the standard of faking any phenomenon in my life, or discredit others who have had the same experiences. What if you had something happen to you that you could not explain? You wouldn't want somebody to label you a fake. So pray to G-d in Heaven that the paranormal doesn't come knocking on your door. Because nobody will listen to you, as you have passed judgment on others.

Piczo