Sometimes doors open and close by themselves. Or the doors have help.
This is not witnessed by all people, only some people. The so called gift of “second sight” is not distributed equally between people, although it is experienced much more by children than adults. But the truth is that this ability is often inherited from parents and ancestors, which also means that this ability exists more with certain families than others.
This is the story of me and some members my fathers family.
Growing up, a lot of things seemed normal to me and the people around me. This is your every day life and you think nothing of them really, because that is how it is and how it has always been. It’s usually not until later that you take note and realize that this is all far from normal. I learned that some people thought that ghosts don’t exist at all, that ghost are either gullible peoples superstition or that your brain misinterprets normal things for being spooky stuff.
That was a revelation to me for sure, because that meant that we can all look at the same environment but see different things. How very interesting and strange too.
I walked into old building once and headed to a hallway door, only for the door to open up when came I near and finally close behind me after had gone through it, as if a spirit said to me “You are welcome here”. It felt like a local kind spirit wanted to help me, like an old friend of a friend, that helps you without you taking notice. The was a warm presence in the hallway and a certain elegance in the air. It’s hard to explain fully what I felt.
Once in an old French hotel, where one has to walk up the stairs because the building does not allow for an elevator, I was walking up a staircase carrying my luggage to my hotel room, when a hotel room door opened up on it’s own when I neared it. It was not my hotel room that the hotel desk had assigned, but another room close by. I could hear old jazz music coming from inside the room, as if it was playing on an old radio set since before the second world war. Naturally I chased the music down and looked inside the room. It had steel and black leather furniture in the room, in an Art Deco style and with low lighting. I could smell the scent of cigarettes and perfume, but when I approached the door closer someone closed the door on me. When I got to my room number and opened the door I saw no Art Deco furniture in my room, only early 1990s decor and a TV inside. I was kind of disappointed because I liked Art Deco very much, as well as other symmetrical building styles, such as Rococo and Baroque. The next morning on my way down to breakfast, I walked past the same room again where housekeeping was cleaning the room. This time the room looked different, with no art deco furniture anymore, only the same 1990s decor as my room had. This might have freaked normal people out, but I have gotten kind of used to things like this.
A close cousin of mine was once working in the black of morning, in the bark wintertime in Iceland. He was fixing equipment in an old hunting lodge, which was a grand building made of old wood, with deer heads on the wall and a huge fire place in the central hall. He was there all alone using a light only for himself. He heard someone walking down the main staircase, whistling a cheerful British tune of their way down. Guessing by the steps, this was a man and in no hurry. My cousin looked at the staircase and could see no one there. The invisible person continued on his way down to the ground floor and then strolled over the hall to the main entrance, with light and happy steps. This put a smile on my cousins face and he continued with his work. He had experienced stuff like this before.
I can’t explain why this happens to me or my family so often, but these are the nice things that the supernatural will show us sometimes.
Then there are also the bad things that the supernatural will also show me, and for some reason they mostly happen at night. But that is for another story.
A.G. Munson
