Piercing the Veil of Everyday Life

Why I Believe in Ghosts

I have only one ghost story that I viscerally experienced. You only need one of your own to pierce through the “veil” — the veil that separates our flat, everyday world from the world of the infinite, the world of spirit and life beyond this life.

I had just moved into a duplex in the Lincoln Heights area of East Los Angeles. It was a long house. I think at one time, it was one bigger house that was renovated into this duplex. There was a patio entryway; when you entered, you stepped into the living room. The dining room was a cute built-in breakfast nook, with bench-like seating facing each other across the table. The kitchen was on the opposite side of where the hallway started. Because it was a side-by-side duplex, the inside wall was the wall of my neighbor, who was my landlord. After the kitchen, the bathroom was on the right. The bedroom was all the way down the hall to the end of the house. The length of the place was maybe thirty feet.

I had just moved in, and was lying down on my water bed (this was the era). I was just about to drift off to sleep when I heard a slam! Footsteps came pounding towards me, getting louder as they got closer. I sat up immediately and when the footsteps stopped, I felt an electrical current-type buzz go up and down my spine. I was raised in Catholic-dominant…