by Mateo Stefano

Created on: March 13, 2011   Last Updated: April 15, 2011

Since I was a small child I was always aware of other things around me.  Shadows, without the bodies too cast them.  The presence of other people in the room when no ones there. As I grew up, I kept my mind opened and receptive, contrary to the social norms.  It made life more interesting to me to investigate things we know the least about.  We are standing at the dawn of our spiritual evolution.  We have mastered our muscles.  We are always trying to master our minds.  But only a minority attempts to master their soul, or know the spirit world.

 I discovered that there is a paradoxical law in place that always balances ones ‘faith’ in any matter beyond their direct knowledge with the same amount of ‘doubt’.  If you find something so convincing happening to yourself; something supernatural, there is always a scientific reason provided to discredit that same event and make you doubt yourself and sound like a kook to the skeptics.

 I live on the fringes of society and don’t really care too much about what others think about my experiences.  I’ve had enough of them that they have gone beyond my blind faiths they have become things that I am a fair bit knowledgeable about now.  I have written on this subject several times here at helium so not to be redundant; I’ll tell an untold story about my paranormal encounters.

 Well remodeling a friend’s old house after his wood burning stove caused fire damages I found blue prints inside of the walls of the house after tearing out the lath and plaster.  I even found a sealed up stair case and other oddities in the architectures of the home.  These things lead me to the Ferndale, Michigan Historical Society where I found that the original property was built and owned by the architect who drew the blue prints for several styles of homes in the neighborhood.

 I went to the county equalization office and researched all the past home owners of the property.  They all had one thing in oddly in common, they were all builders.  My friend inherited the home from his uncle who died in the house of a massive heart attack.

 When no one was in the house with me, each time I took a shower, I would see the silhouettes of people on the other side of the shower curtain.  This was disturbing to say the least.  Trapped naked in a small area and seeing the moving shadows of people in the bathroom

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