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PISCES (Feb. 19-March 20):
If you knew how perfect a time it is for you to dance the forbidden dance, you would begin immediately. You would break out the sexy, world-in-upheaval grooves you sometimes slip into during your ecstatic flying dreams. You would unleash the words that have never been spoken, crack the codes that have never been broken, and give the love that has previously been verboten. Please, dear Pisces, have faith in your ability to thrive in the wild frontier where many of the rules are negotiable and every fantasy is ripe to be mutated. Halloween costume suggestion: the dancer who dances the forbidden dance.

Sounds like Sugoicon could bring about some interesting situations. :-|

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Writer's Block: Ghost Stories

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Ghost stories don't scare me; they fascinate me. Actual ghosts, that are there and that I can feel--those can be very scary. It's not anything that they do, it's that I'm a little bit sensitive to different energies, when I open up to them, and there's this sensation that comes with some ghosts, like there's something alive and skittery trapped in your gut and scrambling to get out by climbing up your inferior vena cava. :-| I don't like to talk about it a lot. Being scared isn't cool. :-P

A mild example of this was about four years ago, when I went ghost hunting with my friend Joel, his girlfriend, and my former husband, armed with a video camera and a recorder in a cemetery a couple of towns over. We heard a few odd sounds that for all we know could've been nocturnal animals or something, and Joel saw an inexplicable shadow, but we didn't catch anything, that night. However, in the dark, in unfamiliar territory, following that feeling allowed me to lead us straight to two separate fresh graves. That time it was comparatively faint. As a wild guess, I think they were just hanging around and not planning to stay, and maybe the strength of the feeling corresponds to how adamant they are about maintaining a presence here. The experience was cool (because I actually got witnesses for once!) and creepy, but not terribly scary.

The biggest example I can give is about two years before that when my former husband and I went to the Stanley Hotel for a weekend. The rumours are true; it's a very active place. We'd specifically asked for accomodations on the fourth floor, being as we'd heard that was the most haunted, and we weren't disappointed. Our first night there, we heard the sound of a ticking clock moving around our room. The next evening, we went exploring. In the billiard room, we heard the sound of balls being hit around in spite of the fact that the table had been removed to make room for a wedding reception. The grand finale was that night, when we were trying to sleep. It started with the ticking again. It moved around a bit, and got louder, then the feeling started, and it was the strongest example of it I've ever picked up on. I felt something come in and move around the room. I was too chicken to look, so I curled up, kept my eyes shut and tried to convince myself that it was all in my head. Then the ex turns over, suddenly shouts "OOOOOOKAAAAYYYYY!" and jerks the covers over his head. It startled me enough to make me sit up.

Me: What?
Him:You don't see it?
I look, don't see anything, and say as much.
Him: *peeking out.* There was a woman at the foot of the bed!
Me: Are you serious?

The rest of the night we slept with the light on, and to this day I curse myself for being too chicken to look.