I have this theory Iāve been working on over the last umpteen years about ghosts, spirits, and all that ephemeral garbage that goes along with supposed hauntings. Now donāt get me wrong; I love watching things like Ghost Adventures because they make me laugh my ass off. But Iāll never believe things at face value on shows like that. Spooky, but unless thereās stuff that canāt be debunked, I donāt really believe. Thatās not to say I donāt believe period, just that I donāt believe the shows that much.
Iāve voiced this theory to friends though, who alternate between āDude, shut up. Thatās weird and fucked up.ā to āI donāt get itā to āThatās an interesting idea!ā
So, here goes the theory, which Iām afraid youāre gonna have to look at with an open mind. Only way it works, since itās kinda hard to prove. But it makes things work in terms of some of the shit you see and hear on the shows.
My theory is that, in locations where hauntings happen (which can be damned near anywhere truthfully, but we focus on buildings because itās an enclosed space you can turn into a controlled environment, as opposed to an uncontrolled forest or someshit) is where space and time kinda...burp. Or rather, fold and collapse a wee bit.
Imagine a comforter on a bed. All the layers it makes up; outer layer, padding, maybe a thermal layer, more padding, then the lower layer. Thatās the various levels of reality, most of which we canāt comprehend cuz we donāt work there. Weāre basically in that lowermost level, or maybe the middle thermal layer. Got that image?
Now, the blanket isnāt perfectly even. Poke a finger straight down and compress the layers in one spot. That spot is where the various layers of reality get squished slightly tighter. We donāt notice it because, again, we operate only on that one single layer. But as the layers tighten together, they overlap and interweave a bit. So... on some level we begin to perceive them. Perhaps as a feeling, or a thought, or something like that. The warm welcoming feeling here, or the icy āI donāt belongā feeling there that has no rational reason.
If youāve followed this far, congratulations; you made it farther than my friends.
That said, consider the indentation itself. As a cross-section, call the area to the left the āpastā and the area to the right the āfutureā. In the indentation, notice how it all folds kinda inward into a cup shape? Letās call that an echo chamber, and itāll make sense later. Now, if you drag your finger, making the indentation move along the blanket, itās still compressing the layers, but just in different aspects of ātimeā.
Now... the haunting stuff gets entertaining here. Because the āpastā and āfutureā are folded slightly at this spot in the indentation, they merge partially with the āpresentā, but without infringing on it. Youāre not going to see hallways morph into older or newer versions of themselves unless thereās something like that. (though I have heard tales...) Instead, only some things cross that gap, and basically ring around that indentation like water in an active blender.
Letās create three groups of people.
The First group, letās say itās one guy named John, at the āpastā end of the indentation. For sake of simplicity, weāll say the beginning of the indentation where the layers finally crush together is listed as ā1920ā². Thatās the year John lives in his house with his family.
The Second Group, letās call Ghosts Anonymous, or GA for short. Self-proclaimed demonologists and ghost hunters. Theyāre in the middle of the indentation, between past and āfutureā in the āpresentā. Weāll say thatās 1970 there, because itās easier to put the future group in OUR present than a further future. One of the team members is named Stan.
The Third Group, weāll call Spooky Stuff. Another group of amateur ghost hunters with all our modern trappings, FLIR cameras, Kinect-based sensors, etc. Theyāre on the āfutureā side of the indentation. Letās name them Dave, Mike, and Jordan. This will be important.
Weāll start with Spooky Stuff. In 2018, they go into this old house, and talk about the hauntings that have been recorded over the last 100 years. About how some farmer named John went out of his gourd, started screaming about ghosts and demons, and then killed his family. And how in the 70s some other group made contact with ghosts in the same place. These guys do their EVP and callouts, try a few rituals, and loudly demand some kind of action. Maybe they get a response, maybe they donāt.
Back in 1920, however, poor John is now the subject of a universal joke and doesnāt know it. Nor will his family. Late one night, he starts hearing someone whispering, shouting, bellowing, about āDEMONS!ā and calling his name repeatedly in different voices. Thumping noises from nowhere, chanting, weird sounds heās never heard. Poor John goes nuts, and after hearing one of the voices say āKill....Family...ā among other things, and he goes and does so, earning his way into the history books.
Zip over to 1970s. GA is investigating the old house, and they too, chat about poor old John and the voices he heard. In their investigation, they pick up screams and cries and echoes of the past; John suffering through his madness and telling the voices to shut up. Only, from their perspective, they donāt know itās John. They think itās a spirit threatening them. So they try to exorcise it. The longer they chant and pray, the more whatever it is screams. They think at one point it screams āDei Dei Deiā before their encounters end.
Now, back to Spooky Stuff. They too, hear mysterious chanting and screaming echoing back across the gulf of time. They have NO idea that their own voices, their own demands and questions, have crossed to the recent past and the FAR past, distorted by that distance into something else. All they can get on their recorders is stuff about āS..tanā which they interpret as āSatanā, whispered yells of āleave me aloneā, and stuff like that. One particularly loud sound has Jordan call out āDAVE! DAVE! DAVE!ā to his buddy to get him in the same room. These guys arenāt graceful, and so thump and tromp through the ruined house, making crap fall all over the place.
The voices and sounds in this particular spot are being reflected back and forth across the echo-chamber formed by that temporal indentation, so that all three groups are hearing each other, AND themselves, all distorted like a broken radio signal. None of them can make heads or tails of it, and misinterpret EVERYTHING. If they were all able to step outside of that indentation, they might realize what was going on. Especially when Jordan hears his own name called by someone.... and six years later revisits that spot with his friends again, reliving the moment, and calls his OWN name in that far future, to which his own previous self HEARD it and responded to it in kind. He literally made his own haunting at that moment.
Now, some people would be like ābut what about the demons and rasping and clawscratches and all that, like we see in possession episodes?ā
Congrats if you got this far and are still interested, btw.
Add one more idea to the blanket layers. Think of it ALL as a biome. Each layer is its own biome, but the whole kit and caboodle is one big biome. Give that biome life forms that exist within it, swimming through the layers without interacting with them like fish in the sea. Make predators, prey, herbivores and carnivores.
Now... Normally these critters are too spread out across space and time ( their natural home) to interact on only ONE level. They probably arenāt even aware of it. Our home layer is too flat for them to know it exists. But those indentations come into play again; their home realms get squashed together so tightly that in that short space, in that weird constantly changing spot, they can actually interact on this level for a time. Probably entirely random.
So, an inquisitive alpha predator of this weird realm ventures into the Tight Spot. the Tight Spot where now, for short times, it can see these weird other creatures it sees nowhere else. Are they prey? Are they friend? Does it care? Whatever the case, it reaches out and tries to grab one of them. Or maybe just grab its attention by hitting something near it if it canāt reach them. Once in a while, it succeeds in touching them and even leaves a mark. But that time is short (or long. time is malleable), and eventually it loses interest and moves on.
Suddenly, we have demons and monsters appearing from the ether, and ghost hunters getting scratched on various parts of the body, and weird threatening sounds on recorders. Maybe they even see something, but it doesnāt get recorded. And this is in addition to ALL the Echo Chamber stuff, so imagine the same critter reaching across all three timeframes, because to it, it sees three different figures standing there that it wants to contact. It canāt comprehend theyāre from different spots in time, because time literally doesnāt exist for it. The figures just appear and vanish randomly before it.
So there.... thatās my theory. Temporal indentation resulting in āhauntingsā that are echoes across time, combined with accidental encounters with inhabitants of the broader range of space and time that normally donāt even appear here.
Hell, if you wanna get funny, you can say this is how Bigfoot pops in and out too; gigantopithecus or something like it accidentally stepping through an indented soft-spot thatās crushed JUST enough for it to really appear in another time frame...until either the indentation recedes or it wanders out of the indentation and back into its own timeframe. Past meet future. Future meet past. But only in those random spots. LoL.
I could go on further, but this took WAY too long. Thereās no science behind it, but itās an interesting concept that I kinda hope people think about and maybe experiment with. See if they can set up a ācontact myself 20 years from nowā moment in one of those spots. LoL.