Alright, folks, buckle up. Been diving deep into this whole ghost feeding timing thing – moon cycles, specific hours, the whole shebang. Honestly, started out thinking it was maybe a load of old bunk, but hey, gotta test theories, right? So here’s exactly how it went down, step by step.
Getting My Gear and Grub Together
First off, raided my pantry. Went basic: uncooked rice, a shot glass of cheap cooking oil, a splash of plain water, and some dried beans – stuff everyone says restless spirits dig. Nothing fancy. Measured it all out roughly into a little ceramic bowl I found buried in the back of a cupboard. Threw in a tiny pinch of salt too, for good measure, dunno why, just felt right.
Scoped out my backyard. Needed somewhere quiet, where I wouldn’t look like a total weirdo waving food around at ungodly hours. Settled on this old spot near the oak tree – always felt kinda still there, y’know?
The Waiting Game & Reading the Sky
Checked the moon charts online, like I was planning a beach day or something. Focused hard on the “waning gibbous” phase – the one after the full moon peak. Supposedly a good time for… well, feeding things that aren’t around anymore. Also had scribbled down notes about “Ghost Hour” being 3 AM sharp. Figured I’d hit both: the right moon phase and the magic hour.
First try: Headed out around 1 AM during the waning gibbous. Dead silence. Crickets weren’t even chirping. Placed the bowl down near the oak tree’s roots, spoke real quiet like, just a simple “Here if you’re hungry.” Stood back maybe 15 feet in the shadows, waiting. An hour. Nothing. Zip. Nada. Not even a breeze. Packed it in feeling kinda dumb.
The 3 AM Shot
A few nights later – still waning gibbous moon phase, high and bright – set my alarm for 2:45 AM. Man, that sucked. Brain felt like mush. Dragged myself out, same bowl, same spot.
- Exactly 2:58 AM: Placed the bowl. This time, I poured a tiny bit of the oil over the rice, making it shiny under the moonlight.
- 3:00 AM: Took a few slow breaths, kept my eyes on the bowl. Didn’t whisper anything this time, just focused.
- 3:05 AM-ish: Felt the temperature drop. Like, noticeably colder right where I was standing. Not just chilly, but that weird, clammy cold that seeps in.
- 3:07 AM: Okay, this got weird. The air above the bowl… it rippled? Not like heat haze, more like oil on water for a split second. Couldn’t swear on it, but I saw it. Felt heavy suddenly.
- 3:10 AM: The oil? Looked thinner, like some had soaked deeper into the rice way faster than should be possible. The beans seemed dried out, brittle, different from how I left them. Couldn’t tell if it was moonlight playing tricks or something actually… touched it.
Stayed frozen, barely breathing, ’til about 3:20 AM. That heavy feeling lifted slowly, and the cold spot faded. Felt drained, kinda shaky. Walked over – cautiously, I admit – and looked close. The offerings weren’t gone, but they were… changed. The texture was off, like the life had been sucked out. Packed the bowl up fast.
So… What Now?
Did I feed someone? Hell if I know. Maybe coincidence? Maybe the midnight brain playing tricks? But the timing – hitting that exact moon phase and the 3 AM mark – something definitely felt different that second try. Weird chills, the air moving oddly, the food looking plain wrong after. Makes you think. Gotta try it a few more times, maybe try different “Ghost Hours” people mention, see if it happens again. This stuff keeps you guessing.
