Hi, I don't know what story to tell you guys so I've decided to tell you about myself.
My name is Freya and I'm twelve, thirteen in December. I am a massive fan of YouTube, music, Doctor Who, The Breakfast Club, Sherlock, Harry Potter, Once Upon A Time etc.
I am "emo". That's what people call me anyway but I'm still human and I don't like branding people with these names and judging them based entirely on that.
I like to think that one day I can impact the world and make people less prejudice against people who don't fit on the straight line of society.
Enough of being serious, I am massive Phan trash! Like Dan and Phil make my life worth living! They're so funny, inspirational and they just do what they want and not care about what other people say about them!
Much the same about the bands I love, which are: My Chemical Romance, Panic! At The Disco and Fallout Boy. (aka the emo trinity) People always say that these bands only sing about death but that's not true. They sing about life, love and real issues. So while you listen to Taylor Swift sob over her long list of boyfriends, think what does this mean? As you can probably tell I take the things that I love very seriously.
I know I sound a bit rude in this but in real life I'm just a quiet socially awkward tween sitting on her bed with her laptop dreaming of the future trying to get her voice heard like everyone else.
As I'm getting older slowly becoming a teenager people ask me what I want to be when I'm older. I want to be YouTuber but my parents and other adults in my life don't approve of YouTube as a job. So I can't say that. Honestly, I don't know what else I would ever want to be. I say director, producer, script - writer, game designer etc. but I can't see myself doing that. To be honest I am just clueless about everything!
So when you ask who are you? I am me. Freya. A socially awkward twelve year old. Dreaming of the future and hoping for it to be not - so - crappy. I am not who you want me to be. I'm who I want me to be. I go my own way, do my own things and shape my own future!
I hope you read this and really just think. Who am I?
Goodbye guys and see you later! Bai!!!!!!!!
Thursday, 25 August 2016
Monday, 22 August 2016
Looking For An Answer With No Question.
This is point of view.
When I was little my family and I would travel to Spain a lot to visit my grandparents who were living there. At the time I was approximately six and, therefore, my sister was twelve. My sister is six years older than me so as an older sister she was always right because I was younger. Nobody even remembers this now because it seemed silly. Anyway, I shared a room with my sister in our grandparent's house. She was asleep and so was everyone else but I did not realise this. I heard a scrape and a crash coming from the living room. So, as the curious child I was, I put my slippers on and walked into the living room. I hit the lights on and an elderly woman was crouched, rocking back and forth in the corner of the room. She was holding a doll. It looked like someone I knew but I couldn't put my finger on it. I stood there for a while contemplating what to do. Just as I opened my mouth to say something but she snapped her head around and looked right into my blue eyes. She looked fascinated by me. She looked down to her doll and back to me, confused.
I looked down to her doll and looked into its eyes. They were a similar too mine but greener and her hair was curly and a light brown like mine. The doll was exactly like me but not me. It was then that I had remembered some family photos. My great grandma looked exactly like me when she was alive but with greener eyes. I never knew how she died. I looked to the woman. She was sad. Very sad. She stood up straight and said to me. "I will win one day" and with that she disappeared I ran back to my room and went to sleep.
In the morning I told my family what I had experienced that night. They said it was a nightmare, but I wasn't scared. I was confused. The only person who hadn't said a word was my grandma, she just looked remorseful. Ever since that day she has never looked at me the same. All she says is that I look so much like her.
I can't explain what happened that day, nor do I think I ever will be able to. This memory is what keeps me looking for an answer even if I don't know the question. Trying to find an explanation has opened me up to a whole world I didn't even know existed and it is amazing yet depressing at the same time.
A bit of an update if you have a story you want explaining and you do not want it to be public I have an email. I will probably use a different story and use that to explain to you what is happening. If that makes sense, it probably doesn't!
The email: aslighthystericaltendency@outlook.com
When I was little my family and I would travel to Spain a lot to visit my grandparents who were living there. At the time I was approximately six and, therefore, my sister was twelve. My sister is six years older than me so as an older sister she was always right because I was younger. Nobody even remembers this now because it seemed silly. Anyway, I shared a room with my sister in our grandparent's house. She was asleep and so was everyone else but I did not realise this. I heard a scrape and a crash coming from the living room. So, as the curious child I was, I put my slippers on and walked into the living room. I hit the lights on and an elderly woman was crouched, rocking back and forth in the corner of the room. She was holding a doll. It looked like someone I knew but I couldn't put my finger on it. I stood there for a while contemplating what to do. Just as I opened my mouth to say something but she snapped her head around and looked right into my blue eyes. She looked fascinated by me. She looked down to her doll and back to me, confused.
I looked down to her doll and looked into its eyes. They were a similar too mine but greener and her hair was curly and a light brown like mine. The doll was exactly like me but not me. It was then that I had remembered some family photos. My great grandma looked exactly like me when she was alive but with greener eyes. I never knew how she died. I looked to the woman. She was sad. Very sad. She stood up straight and said to me. "I will win one day" and with that she disappeared I ran back to my room and went to sleep.
In the morning I told my family what I had experienced that night. They said it was a nightmare, but I wasn't scared. I was confused. The only person who hadn't said a word was my grandma, she just looked remorseful. Ever since that day she has never looked at me the same. All she says is that I look so much like her.
I can't explain what happened that day, nor do I think I ever will be able to. This memory is what keeps me looking for an answer even if I don't know the question. Trying to find an explanation has opened me up to a whole world I didn't even know existed and it is amazing yet depressing at the same time.
A bit of an update if you have a story you want explaining and you do not want it to be public I have an email. I will probably use a different story and use that to explain to you what is happening. If that makes sense, it probably doesn't!
The email: aslighthystericaltendency@outlook.com
Sunday, 21 August 2016
After School
This story is also based in my school. This is not my personal experience but it is told by my friends point of view.
I was waiting outside the gym for netball when our PE teacher told us that it was not on today. Unfortunately, my mum was working late so I could not go home and the library was closed for the younger years because the years 10 and 11 were revising for exams. So I had to sit outside the detention room reading.
Around 10 minutes later I heard the smash of glass and a scream coming from my French class (also known as my Spanish class). I then saw an older girl run out of the room past me and she went into the toilets. I put my book down and walked into the classroom. It seemed to be on fire. I walked into the class and it felt like it was on fire- it looked like it was but I was not burning. After a while I went back to my seat outside of detention but kept looking at the room. I heard another scream and the same girl ran out of the same room. I then noticed her clothing. It was similar to a nurses but older. Nobody but myself had noticed. I took my phone out and started recording it so that I could text my friend, who knows a lot about the paranormal, and ask for her opinion.
At home I watched the video and text it to her. She said that she'd get back to me.
The friend in question was me! This is me getting back to her. This after school event is a loop of a past event. In this case the fire which killed the POW I told you about in my other post. For some reason it was enhanced.
I did some research and the day that this this happened is the day of the fire. An anniversary usual amplifies these loops.
If something similar to this ever happens to you remember the day and look into the place where this happened history. As for no one else seeing this but you, I can't explain. Maybe a relative was there when it happened or spirits are attracted to you. I honestly have no idea- only you can find that out.
That is all fro today if you have an unexplainable story. Feel free to tell them in the comments and I'll lengthen it and do a post on it trying to explain it to you.
See you next time!
I was waiting outside the gym for netball when our PE teacher told us that it was not on today. Unfortunately, my mum was working late so I could not go home and the library was closed for the younger years because the years 10 and 11 were revising for exams. So I had to sit outside the detention room reading.
Around 10 minutes later I heard the smash of glass and a scream coming from my French class (also known as my Spanish class). I then saw an older girl run out of the room past me and she went into the toilets. I put my book down and walked into the classroom. It seemed to be on fire. I walked into the class and it felt like it was on fire- it looked like it was but I was not burning. After a while I went back to my seat outside of detention but kept looking at the room. I heard another scream and the same girl ran out of the same room. I then noticed her clothing. It was similar to a nurses but older. Nobody but myself had noticed. I took my phone out and started recording it so that I could text my friend, who knows a lot about the paranormal, and ask for her opinion.
At home I watched the video and text it to her. She said that she'd get back to me.
The friend in question was me! This is me getting back to her. This after school event is a loop of a past event. In this case the fire which killed the POW I told you about in my other post. For some reason it was enhanced.
I did some research and the day that this this happened is the day of the fire. An anniversary usual amplifies these loops.
If something similar to this ever happens to you remember the day and look into the place where this happened history. As for no one else seeing this but you, I can't explain. Maybe a relative was there when it happened or spirits are attracted to you. I honestly have no idea- only you can find that out.
That is all fro today if you have an unexplainable story. Feel free to tell them in the comments and I'll lengthen it and do a post on it trying to explain it to you.
See you next time!
My Haunted School
Hi there! Welcome to my new blog, A Slight Hysterical Tendency. You may recognise the title as it is a quote from The Yellow Wallpaper by Charlotte Perkins Gillman. It is one of my favourite books. If you have not read it I highly recommend it!
Anyway, back to the point. In this blog I will be writing my experiences with the paranormal and giving advice if something is happening to you. I will also tell people the rules of using the equipment needed to contact the other side.
The story I'm about to tell you is a real experience which I have had:
My school was a hospital in World War Two as Coventry was not a safe place for the injured. Due to the Nazi's bombing ammunition factories. A man had just come out of a prisoner of war camp, with a broken leg. Back in the day broken legs were hard to deal with so it was likely for it to be amputated. Just before there the surgery the hospital caught fire. Everyone ran and left him behind to die in the fire. His body was never found.
When the war ended it was turned it was turned into a school, my school. My haunted school. So many things are wrong about my school. It will play a big part in the majority of my stories.
The room which he died in has been turned into my Spanish classroom. One day I was in my seat bored to death doing work from a text book when the door suddenly slammed open and an overwhelming heat filled the room. The door then slammed shut again and a light filled the room. Then everything went cold. and dark then just normal.
Later that day, I was walking past the room when I stopped suddenly. Incapable of moving. I was then released around one minute later. I then walked quickly back to the courtyard.
Later today I'll probably tell you all another story about my school.
Anyway, back to the point. In this blog I will be writing my experiences with the paranormal and giving advice if something is happening to you. I will also tell people the rules of using the equipment needed to contact the other side.
The story I'm about to tell you is a real experience which I have had:
My school was a hospital in World War Two as Coventry was not a safe place for the injured. Due to the Nazi's bombing ammunition factories. A man had just come out of a prisoner of war camp, with a broken leg. Back in the day broken legs were hard to deal with so it was likely for it to be amputated. Just before there the surgery the hospital caught fire. Everyone ran and left him behind to die in the fire. His body was never found.
When the war ended it was turned it was turned into a school, my school. My haunted school. So many things are wrong about my school. It will play a big part in the majority of my stories.
The room which he died in has been turned into my Spanish classroom. One day I was in my seat bored to death doing work from a text book when the door suddenly slammed open and an overwhelming heat filled the room. The door then slammed shut again and a light filled the room. Then everything went cold. and dark then just normal.
Later that day, I was walking past the room when I stopped suddenly. Incapable of moving. I was then released around one minute later. I then walked quickly back to the courtyard.
Later today I'll probably tell you all another story about my school.
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