My Youtube Channel!

I've managed to upload two videos... the first is from my SAT tudoring class. My friend and I sat at our computers during a snack break when I assume Garrett started typing away at the computer next to us. I made sure to get in the video shot the fact that NO human was at the keyboard or mouse of the computer, yet it was being typed on. He deleted the senetence a second after it was typed and no one but my friend and I caught it, but I thought this was funny!

Garrett Claims Hes Harry Potter?

This is my dog Rosie on Halloween morning. She's a hyperactive dog so for her to sit still is weird enough, but I walked into my parents bedroom and found her staring dead on at a far corner. There was nothing there, but she wouldn't remove her focus. I kept calling for her and she still wouldn't move. After a while she finally snapped out of the trance and was all jolly again like nothing happened.

My Dog Possessed

So Here's The Thing...

Hey! My name is Natalie, I'm 17 years old and I live in a small town next to Boston. There has been someone following me around for nearly a year now. This isn't a hoax... or a bid to scare people... now that I've covered this, I'll explain what's up.

My aunt Nancy and uncle Bill lived in a suburban town in Georgia. When they seperated last January and my aunt moved out of their house, I went with my mom to help my uncle, a cop, with moving and emotional support. It was a long weekend towards the end of January 2009. One night, we went to a late movie ('Marley and Me') and on the way back to my uncles house, his police walkie thing in his car went off. There was a bad car accident and he was needed for assistance. We drove to the scene and I got out of the car and stood silently next to our pickup truck, trying to stay out of the crowd gathering. There was a lot going on and it was scary to watch, but I can't get into details with regards to other people's privacy. When they took away the young male from the wreckage, I kept my eyes down because I didn't want to see anything. All of a sudden I felt a small, like, kick in the hinge of my knee. I don't really know how to write it out, but it wasn't violent, more playful, and my knee actually bent forward a great deal nearly knocking me down to the ground. Weird, I thought, but probably a muscle spasm or something.

We got home around 1 am and I went to bed. My mom and I were in a queen bed together in the guest room, which was pretty small but had a closet, a televison, a rockingchair, a big oak mirror and nightstand, and it's own adjacent bathroom. I was a little disturbed that night and tired myself by flipping through a magazine (US Weekly, this trashy tabloid magazine), but was able to fall asleep fast enough. The next morning, I got dressed and everything as my mom began to wake up. I noticed the magazine was opened to an article about Miley Cyrus and there was a huge rip down the middle of an embarressing picture of her.
"Mom, did you read the magainze?" I asked her. She shook her head exhausted, finally got out of bed, and headed for the small bathroom. I folded the magazine shut as her voice came out from behind the door, "Natalie!" she called out annoyed. "What?" I called back, not sure what I did. She opened the door and pointed at the floor. The entire box of Tampax Pearl tampons we brought with us were opened and piled on the floor in front of the toilet like Lincoln Logs. At first I told her I didn't do it and my eyes kind of filled up with tears because I was scared, regardless of how ridiculous these 'events' were. Then I changed my story and was like "I kind of remember doing it in my sleep just to see your reaction"... yeah, I know, whatever.

The day went without a hitch. We went to bed that night earlier, around 11 I guess. My mom went straight to sleep so I left the TV on Disney Channel muted to have kind of a nightlight. I woke up later for an unknown reason, not sure the exact time but it was really dark and I had been in a deep sleep and my mom still was. I looked past my mom and saw a figure in the dark corner of the room sitting in the rockingchair. Yes, I realize how generic and false that sounds, but I know I saw it. I couldn't see anything identifiable, but the gleam of sunglasses on a face turned to face me. They were originally facing towards the television on the opposite side of the room when they noticed me or something. We stared at each other for a good 5 seconds or so I remember. Then I looked away towards the televison for a second and noticed the comedy show The Office was playing. I looked back towards the figure but it was completely gone. I remember this SO well, there is no way it was a dream or a hallucination or a trick on the eyes. And no, The Office is not shown on Disney Channel.

That was the beginning of this whole thing. I figured once I left Georgia it would stop, but it didn't. The boy who died that night was named Garrett. I can't go into detail for obvious reasons, but I'm not making him up. I think he followed me to Boston, or he visits me? I don't know. But he's always pulling stuff on me. This first blog was so long I'm not going to go into anymore stories for now, so here's the deal. At first I was petrified. I emailed psychics from Canada, ghost experts from Michigan, the whole 9 yards. Honestly, most of them didn't sound right in the head. But I've realized that Garrett's been doing things to me as a joke. He never does things that are horrifying (the second night I was pretty horrified, but I'll forgive that) it's always silly things that I can either smile at or roll my eyes and say, "seriously?". He shows up randomly, ranging from once in about three months or twice in one week. I researched him (he has a facebook group where a lot of his friends write about what a jokester he was) and he seemed to be a really playful but nice person. I got a great new phone with instant video, picture, and audio to try and capture him in his acts (usually a fail, but I do have some great stuff I will post). I've decided to log the events and post pictures, videos, and audio clippets.

I've told some people about it, but very few. I'm not crazy or a weirdo or anything like that. I started to tell my mom in the car one time and she gave me this look like, "when should I call the looney hospital?" so I haven't updated her. One of my friends Julia believes me because she actually saw Garrett (I'll get to that in a jump). Another one of my friends thinks its a bid for attention/entertainment. I don't talk about it with people but hey, online is a community. None of you know me and if you think I'm an ill person who should talk to a shrink instead of a blog, thats fine. If you believe me, thats great and I'd love to hear your thoughts on what I tell you and show you. So here we go! For starters, here are some snippits of events over the last year:

- February 2009 - My friends and I were going to a guyfriend's party. They all got ready together but I had to drive from a job interview alone. They were waiting on a porch for me as I pulled up in my Jeep (no events during the drive). When they all piled into the car, I was told my friend Julia asked them who was in the passengers seat with me. I asked her why, she said she definintely saw a teenage boy and thought I was taking one of our guyfriends with us.

- Winter/Spring 2009 - I was watching a weird episode of Oprah... she was like clenching her vagina muscles together or something on tv. Keep in mind, I don't have TIVO or DVR or anything. Just regular Comcast and a really good flat screen TV. As Oprah clenched her muscles and made a hilariously hideous face, the televison immediately sputted back a few millaseconds to play that face again. It did this again and again. Four times in a row of Oprah's vagina face. This never happened before and didn't happen again until another event I'll get to...

- June 2009 - A lonely Saturday night after a short-lived relationship fizzled, I was watching an awful Disney Channel movie about a princess who goes to a small town. I forget the name of it and I'm too lazy to google but Selena Gomez and Demi Lovato were in it. (Yes I know I've mentioned Disney twice and that I'm too old for it!) Well, there was this part where the girls are burping on a chairswing. Demi Lovato burps and then makes a really crazy face... not unlike the Oprah face in its awkwardness... once again, my televison sputtered back to view this three times in a row. This was the second and last time my television had ever done this. I'm not making fun of Demi, but it WAS a pretty hilarious face haha

- July 2009 - Pennsylvania Camping - My friend Sarah and I were camping alone in a tent in Leechburg, PA. It was a trailer park country site with horse stables. Sarah brought a Quiji board and we tried to talk to Garrett but nothing happened with the board. Then at night the horses started going insane for some reason. We started freaking out and hudled together and eventually fell asleep. The next morning, Sarah poked me awake and was tweaking. "This is so gross!!" she kept repeating as I tried to open my eyes. She held something up to my face as I focused; it was my bottled water, except now it was yellow. She opened the cap and sniffed it, "Yeah, definitely pee," she exclaimed, wincing. I took it and smelled. It smelled HORRIBLE, like someone's pee after a buffet of Asparagus. I definitely didn't do it. The opening of the bottle would be too hard for me to aim even if I could've done in while sleeping, and Sarah is a health freak. She'd never pee in such an unsanity tent and let something from her body smell so bad.

After this enormously long entry, I don't know if you're still with me, but I'll keep updating with more experiences and the ones to come along with pictures, videos, etc.