I’ve lived in some haunted houses over the years. Mostly the usual cliches like footsteps and furniture moving around in unoccupied rooms. But, there have been some rooms that just gave an overwhelming feeling of pure evil to the point where I didn’t want to enter them even during the daylight.

There was a house at NV, down the hill by the water wells that had an energy like that. I guess it’s not surprising considering the violent murder that happened there. The house has been torn down now. That whole area has some strange energy. It seems that no one ever lived there for long. Tapapunja believes it is because of the native americans that were massacred on the site.

Your post reminded me of a quote from David Gold’s book After the Absolute. Have you read it? David studied with Richard Rose aka the Goat Farm guy. It’s interesting to see how NV looked from the other side of the fence. It’s available to read free online at http://www.onzen.com/atatoc.htm

Oops, here’s the quote from the book that wouldn’t fit in my first comment:

I did, however, have a psychic uneasiness that seemed to accompany each case I pursued against the Krishnas. The closest I can come to describing it is that it felt like I was opposing a powerful negative force, perhaps even pure evil. Whenever I was involved in a case against the Krishnas things began going wrong in my life. Once my sister became very sick. Another time so many things on my car broke at the same time I had to sell it for junk. On another occasion I had to be hospitalized for emergency surgery.

One night in the kitchen I told Rose that it felt like I was fighting an unseen intelligence when I had a case against the Krishnas, that my life invariably became more troublesome and complicated, while the Krishnas seemed to effortlessly maneuver around every legal trap I tried to set for them.

“There’s two kinds of magic,” Rose said. “White and black. White magic is what I call between-ness, and I recommend everyone learn how to use it. But there’s black magic, too, and the Krishnites are dealing in it, whether they know it or not.”

“How?”

“By attracting certain types of entities. Different kinds of entities are attracted to different kinds of human acts. Entities gain energy from our actions–our expenditures of energy. Sex is the primary release of energy the entities feed on, and some feed on particular kinds of perversions. Keith Ham and his outfit are feeding the pederastic entities. Naturally these entities want to protect the Krishnites so they can continue to get fed.”

Rose also went on to say, however, that these entities would eventually turn on the Krishnas and bring about their downfall. This, he said, was the price one inevitably paid for dealing with the dark side. I took some solace in thinking that the Krishnas might someday be on the short end of things, but in the meantime I was not comforted by the thought that “pederastic entities” were interfering with my personal life.

I have great sensibility to see ghosts, I see the ghosts all the time, some of them attack me, since I read and use the nrsimha kavaca do not attack me, though two weeks ago an aggressive ghost that there is in my apartament try to attack me was horrible, on the same night I had a beautiful dream with Durga, the following day I not remember the ghost attack, but I remember the other day.
Some ghosts talk to me…i dont talk to him, no no no, I hate see ghosts is a nightmare!!!!!!

when i was looking at houses to buy i noticed crazy differences in energy going from house to house. there were a couple houses where i walked in and just felt scared and threatened, for no particular reason. mean spirits hanging around those places.

my old apartment was haunted. there was a ghost living there that used to give me and rupa simultaneous identical nightmares, but they always seemed to be a little bit more intense for him than they were for me.

the house i grew up in had a cat ghost that my dad saw once.

i’m more sensitive to noticing the energies that inhabit places, than any beings that are hanging around.

Here are two ghost stories I found in my Vedic Literatures folder in my computer (the folder originally belonged to Suhotra Prabhu, he has all kinds of weird stuff in it):

Two Ghost Stories

Once when Srila Bhaktisiddhanta Saraswati was opening a new center in a house that had been given for the use of the Gaudiya Mission, a ghostly incident occurred.
He was staying in a room on the second floor. One brahmacari was in attendance, reading Srimad Bhagavatam while he worked at his desk. That brahmacari suddenly saw a bone-hand float in through the window. He cried out and fainted. When Srila Bhaktisiddhanta inquired the cause for his alarm, the brahmacari told what he’d seen, but Bhaktisiddhanta Saraswati didn’t seem to take it as very important. He told the brahmacari to chant Hare Krishna, not cry unin-telligibly.
Thereafter the hand again appeared and floated into the room as if to grasp the neck of Bhaktisiddhanta Saraswati. This time the brahmacari chanted Hare Krishna and then fainted. Srila Bhaktisiddhanta Saraswati revived the brahmacari, saying, “Don’t faint. Chant and read Srimad Bhaga-vatam.” When the hand came again, the brahmacari did just that. Srila Bhaktisiddhanta saw the hand and chanted, “Haribol!”, and the hand disappeared. He then said to the brahmacari, “No need to worry, that ghost is now delivered.”

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In Vrndavana, one baba was visiting from Bengal. He was staying at one guest house (the owner of this guest house told this story). So that baba, not knowing Vrndavana too well, inquired directions from the guest house owner how to visit one temple and return. The proprietor gave him directions, but with the warning to stay off the sidestreets in a certain district he’d have to pass through.
So that baba went on his tour, and when returning, he passed by those small, narrow side roads. From down one he heard the sweet sound of kirtan. He thought, “There is a festival of Harer Nama! It sounds ecstatic. Let me see this. After all, this is Krishna’s own holy dhama – what can be the harm in passing this way?”
So he went down that street, and soon came upon a group of men and women chanting the Hare Krishna mantra to khol and karatalas. They all looked like pukka Vaishnavas. The baba happily joined in the kirtana. After some time they offered him a place to sit for honoring prasad, but he told that he had to return. So they rolled prasad into a bananna leave and gave him.
He arrived at the guest house in ecstacy. “It was wonderful!” he began telling that proprietor. “I went down your forbidden narrow street on my way back here, and saw the most wonderful harer nama kirtan festival.
And just see – they’ve given nice prasad!” He unrolled the leave – there
was only hunks of raw meat inside
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Okay, I just really couldn’t resist…

Also, this same neighbor’s four year old girl asked her mother, “Mata, why does a man come into my room at night?” Her mother told her “that’s just your father.”

“No… it’s not Pita.”

Any asrama teachers living near by?