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When I was like 13 I went on vacation with my family to Marthas vineyard and on the way down I got a really bad fever and got super dehydrated. We got to the house we were staying at which was an old 1800's captains house with super spooky shit all over the walls. I immediately went into the room I was staying in and went to sleep. I woke up a few hours later and I couldn't move, I was just frozen staring at this antique rocking chair that had a ghostly old man sitting in it reading a book and rocking back and forth. I tried to yell but I couldn't for at least 20 minuets. Then it suddenly all disappeared and I was alone in the room again. I know now that I was probably hallucinating from the fever, but 13 year old me was shitting myself for the rest of the week. When we got home, I made my mom put all the antique stuff in our house in the attic.
I don't believe in ghosts per say, but I believe in energy and out of body experiences because I had one myself when I was playing a trumpet solo in a concert. Basically as soon as I put the horn to my lips, I was standing outside myself watching myself play that solo the best I have ever played it. Then after the solo when I went to walk back, I was back inside myself. There's also some kind of old energy in ancient runes in Jerusalem and other historical sites I've visited, it's difficult to describe, but you can feel it somehow.