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Laura is a dear, old (in terms of length I’ve known her and age… kidding) friend with whom I  had a lot in common. Years ago, when we were in our younger years, we were both interested in something that most people were afraid of, namely, the paranormal. Our roles have since reversed where I was once a believer, now skeptic, and she was skeptic, now believer. I was intrigued to see this transformation, having known her since the tender age of 5 and being accustomed at being a certain way for such a long time. I was curious as to why the sudden change of heart and her acceptance of the paranormal and the unexplained. So, I asked her to explain. This is what she responded with:

Part I

I can’t pinpoint exactly when I began to believe in the paranormal but it’s safe to say that my doubts were more or less solidified after a little stint I did on an old show called Fear. Growing up, my parents always told me spirits and the like didn’t exist, that there was no such thing as the boogie man, or anything else that might very well fright the heck out of a child. Needless to say, even though I believed what I was told, I always had questions…”but how does the Ouija board know what to say” for example.

My mom always had a quick, make-sense-of-it answer and I took her word for it.  Even though I was a non-believer I always had great interest in ghost related topics mainly for entertainment purposes. My favorite game to play as a kid with my sister and cousins was “Ghost Stories” (an invention all our own of course) and I loved to read chillers, thrillers, and all sorts in between. Fast forward to high school, a time when many of my friends began to visit “brujas”, or witches, who would tell them their past, present, and future, usually via an unseen entity. Some friends even went as far as having ‘work’ done to have something directed in their favor and I would say, “That’s all such non-sense!” or “You girls are foolish”. Then one fine day at 16, I showed up at my house with a Ouija board, it’s just a game right? Played a round with some friends, contacted a ‘friendly spirit’, played it again and contacted a not-so friendly one, all on my mother’s bed. After everyone had gone, she came in with Agua Florida and purifying incantations and reprimanded me for playing that thing in the house. Oh boy! Wasn’t all of this fake according to you, Mother and Father? Apparently not, and that was my first clue as to what might actually be coexisting on a parallel plane.

So how did I get on Fear?

Well, in a way, it sort of came to me. I remember flipping channels on a random night and I happened upon this show on MTV. It wasn’t one I had ever seen before but it immediately caught my attention. What was this show with eerie background noise, dark enclosed spaces, and cameras strapped to young, stranger’s faces? I was entranced and by the end of it, for whatever reason, I decided that I HAD to be on that show. I too wanted to travel to these supposed haunted locations, stand alone in pitch-black rooms where criminally insane people had massacred innocents, and record anything that might talk to me, or heaven forbid, reach out and touch me. Before I knew it, a friend told me about an open-casting in NYC where I live and off I went. I was cast out of hundreds after 2 interviews and was booked to go ‘somewhere’ for the first full season of Fear. Coincidence? Fate? Dunno.

Stay tuned for part 2 of 3 coming soon…

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