Showing posts with label Native Americans. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Native Americans. Show all posts

Friday, October 15, 2010

Native Drums

I don't remember this happening at all, I only know if it from my mom's stories. I was about three at the time, and we went out at a place called Red Rock for a bit of a hike. It used to be an old Native American tribe's living place.

So we wandered around for a bit, going to see an enormous pit in the ground with a face of a stone wall (completely natural, not man made) standing out at one end of it. The was very little water left in the bottom of the pit. This was where the Natives would have dances and rituals, if I remember correctly, using drums and squash shakers for music.

My mother remembers me always asking to go home, covering my ears with my hands and looking very grouchy. I was the only one of my sisters who was doing so. Finally she asked me why I was acting this way and why I was so eager to leave.

"The drums are too loud, Mama." I had said.

We left shortly after that.

Sent in by SH, Copyright 2010 Ghost-Space.com

Also of interest - Native American Shamanism

Monday, August 17, 2009

Indian Spirits and Phantom Sightings

I grew up in a haunted house, I really think that it had something to do with the land that it was built on. The house was surrounded by fields and beyond that behind the house was the woods. It's an area rich in Indian lore, there are the Oneidas, the Mohawks, the Saqouit, Canandeguas, etc.

In the woods behind the house there was this strange unexplainable grass road, that grew up from no where. The floor in the forest was normally what you would expect it to be, dead, dirt, branches and dried leaves. Except for this mysterious grass road that never grew higher than 3 inches, it exited the other side of the woods.

I took our 4 wheeler into the woods on a tour, as I often did when I was bored. I stopped on the grass road, listening to the woods............ and the wind picked up rustling the treetops. In the wind someone sighed my first name. I heard it very clearly, needless to say I left that woods as fast as I could. I don't know if it was an Indian Spirit, cause there have been phantom Indian sightings in that neighboorhood.

Written by Karen M., Copyright 2009 OurGhostStories.com