Do you believe in Ghosts? I never did; in fact, I
made fun of one of my friends for believing in life beyond the grave.
My opinion now is very, very different.
About five years ago a friend and I moved into a
house that her boss had purchased. One half was the apartment that we
lived in and the other was their office. It was a nice house and he had
done some nice renovations. Apart from the
living situation, there were two things I didn’t like. One, I didn’t
have a bedroom door, (which wasn’t a big deal being alone in the
basement until other circumstances made it a big deal. DOORS are
symbolic now I think about it) and with the additions they did to
the house some of the windows looked out underneath the house. My
bedroom window looked underneath the office addition. It was creepy and
my blinds were always shut.
Now, everything didn’t start happening all at
once. There were a couple of incidents that woke me out of a dead sleep
but that I brushed off as being half asleep and groggy. That would not
be the case for what I consider the “Beginning”.
One night I was sleeping and I was woken up but
what sounded like a locked door handle being switched back and forth
quickly. I remember looking at my alarm clock and it was 3:38 am.
Still not having a door, I turned over and laid back
down…until it happened a second time. The difference was that I was
more awake. I was lying on my stomach and had propped myself up on my
forearms, REALLY AWAKE NOW, and listened; I had heard it a third time.
Now, one could argue that my roommate could
have done it to play a trick on me; however, we had hardwood floors and it was a really old house I
would have heard her get out of bed, as I always did, and even
tip-toeing across the floor I would have heard the creaks.
Not to mention she had a dog that would have followed her and you
couldn’t disguise that noise if you tried. I didn’t even consider the
significance of the door until now.
My boyfriend/now husband hated staying there. He
would tell me that he would hear children playing in the basement living
room or little girls laughing. I honestly can’t remember hearing the
little girls but who knows. I've talked to him about it and he always mentions the dreams he would have while staying there. Very vivid, graphic dreams. He says he's never had dreams like that since.
In the layout of the house, when you go down the
stairs to the basement my bedroom was at the very bottom to the right,
just off the stairs. At the bottom of the stairs, there was a light.
This light was so finicky and it was constantly
going out. I chalked it up to bad wiring because well, the renovations
we’re pretty but half-assed. Not to mention the house
was pretty old. We would be sitting on the bed watching TV and it would
go out for about an hour then turn back on. It would go out again and
be out for weeks even over a month or so and
just at random come back on. When I finally got a bedroom door, I’d
get up in the morning and the light would be on.
I had a few other experiences in the house. Prior
to getting my bedroom door, I always felt like there was someone
standing in the doorway staring in; watching me sleep. When I was
upstairs I watching TV, I always saw motion out of the
corner of my eye and always felt like I was being watched. My Roommate
at the time said the same thing. I don’t know if she experienced much
on our side of the house but she said that she did in her office.
Granted they decided to mess with the Ouiji Board
in her office so technically, that’s her fault. While I don’t feel
that it’s totally to blame I feel that it didn’t help matters.
We lived together for about two years and this went
on constantly. I couldn’t stand to turn my TV off at night because
well, I didn’t want to hear what was going on around me and I didn't feel as alone with it on.
For the Grand Finale, make me a believer beyond any
sort of doubt, I’ve never been more afraid than I was one particular
night when this being made its presence known.
It was a Sunday
evening and the boyfriend had just left to go home. I went back
downstairs to watch TV and my Roommate went to get dinner. When she got
home she text messaged me and said that dinner was here, so, I turned
off my TV left
my bedroom light on (the stairs light was out again) and went
upstairs. After dinner at about 10:30ish pm, I went back downstairs to
bed when I heard a loud buzzing noise. It was loud enough that I would
have heard it when I left my room. I searched around
the room, went through the basement and into the utility room (the paranormal investigators stated that they felt like they were being watched from the doorway of the utility room) that I
had shared a wall with and the noise was gone. I went back to my room
and looked around, called my roommate down to make sure I wasn’t loosing
it, and then I found what was buzzing in one
of those plastic bins you get for storage. We laughed at first but
when I picked up what was buzzing I realized that there was NO WAY that
it could have switched on by its self. You had to push up on the ‘on’
switch. After I had put it back in the drawer
the temperature in my room dropped significantly and I couldn’t move
except for the shaking of my entire body. I don’t think I’d ever been
so scared in my whole life. I started crying hysterically and my
roommate decided that she would call her brother
who is an Elder in his church to come and bless the house. I had
called the boyfriend crying because I didn’t know what to do but
honestly what could he do he was a half hour away. Not being a
religious person at the time (still not) I ran to the storage
room to dig through my boxes to find ANYTHING that had Jesus or any God
related I could to put in my room. I ended up finding my Scriptures
(Bible and Book of Mormon). After I placed that on my book shelf I
waited upstairs with my roommate.
Once her brother showed up he said that he could
feel that something was there before he even walked into the house. He
said a prayer/blessing in every room but he said he couldn’t even walk
into mine; that something was there that wouldn’t
let him in. He stood in the corner near the doorway (another doorway) and said what he
needed to say and he said that it was immediately gone.
After he left I went searching again for a Picture
of Jesus to keep near me and well did a bit of house cleaning. After that
things were pretty calm in the house up until we moved out.
Since that happened, I’ve always had the feeling
that I was being watch. No matter if I was driving, at school, work,
home, wherever I was never alone. For about a month before I got
married, I was living alone in our apartment and I
could feel it there too. I continued the habit of leaving the
Television on because I couldn’t stand the darkness. Then it all
started happening again.
Once night, I had woken up to a flash going off in
my face. Like someone had taken the flash of a professional camera,
stuck it right to my eyes, and set it off. It was so real that when I
opened my eyes I had light spots in my vision.
At first I thought it was the Husband but he was snoring away
peacefully. I pushed him awake and asked if he had seen it as well but he said no.
A few weeks after that, around 3:00 am
(yes, I Know), I had woken up naturally to turnover and readjust my
blankets when I saw the silhouette of a man standing in our doorway
watching us sleep. I laid there paralyzed for about a minute
not being able to move anything or even say anything. I remember
thinking if it was a real person I didn’t want them to know I was awake
and looking right at them. It didn’t move though, not even a little. I
eventually fell asleep and didn’t see it again.
Over the next few nights I lay in the exact position and tried to
“recreate” the image with shadows from the kitchen but I couldn’t do
it. The shadow was so black and opaque that I couldn’t see the Green lights from
the oven and microwave.
Over time I would hear things, the temperature
would change, and I’d have that feeling of constantly being watched.
(I’m not a looker so this Ghost stalker has me stumped)
I had the feeling
that I was being followed by my friend from the old house.
When our
apartment flooded and we had to move I was hoping it would be over but
just goes to show you how little I know about the supernatural.
When we had finally settled into our new apartment I
kind of felt like things were calming down. I still felt watched
but it hadn’t made it presence known for a while. It was about 6
months in the new place when, what I’m now convinced
is a male, he made his next appearance. I was alone in the apartment,
figuratively speaking, and was getting into the shower. The fan
in our bathroom is really loud and obnoxious and I hate it when it’s
on. The only one of us that turns it on is
the husband. When got in the bathroom, I had my iPad with me to turn
on some music, and do the little things we do before we jump in the
shower. It was a good three –five minutes.
When I got in the shower and closed the shower
curtain I started to wet my hair when the fan in the bathroom came on.
(The switch is next to the light switch) I all but jumped out of my
skin and immediately called for the Husband thinking
he came home. I thought he had gotten home and turned the fan on to
scare me. (Ok, I have a bad habit of scaring him but I have since
stopped). I yelled twice but no answer. Now, I’m shaking like a leaf
and hiding in the shower as if that is going to be
any protection. I finally gathered myself together, got out, and went
to my nightstand where I keep my weapon of choice, and walked in all my
naked glory through our 600 sq ft apartment looking for anyone. I
checked the door and it was still locked, all
the windows were locked. Our apartment is tiny; there are only so many
places one can hide. At first I thought, maybe I just hit the switch
but why would it take at least 7 minutes for it to come on. Fastest
shower I’ve ever taken…..
This brings us to the week of 08/04/2014. The husband leaves for work at about 5:13 am (literally) every single morning and he’s good about saying goodbye to me. At 5:15am Tuesday
morning my alarm went off as normal and I laid there for
a moment trying to wake-up. I was lying on my left side when I noticed a
black figure walking from left to right across my bedroom door. The
way the figure was walking I thought it was the Husband so I propped
myself up on my left elbow and called out “Honey,
I love you.” I didn’t get a response so I yelled “Honey,” again.
Nothing. I stayed like that waiting to hear the door shut and the
deadbolt lock because I had a feeling it wasn’t the Husband but my
“Friend” paying yet another doorway visit.
Since my first
experience, I’ve tried to explain away what I was seeing. Maybe I was
tired; shadow from the outside, the fan, the TV anything and I can’t.
Last Tuesday was no different. I thought it was our fan moving but the
movement was in the opposite direction and the
height of the figure was not comparable.
I don’t know what kind of spirit he is; harmful,
playful, or Guardian Angel-like; I don’t know. Sometimes, I feel fine
when I know he’s around but other times its uncomfortable and he has
scared me…HELLO, NAKED IN A SHOWER. (Enter Alfred Hitchcock Psycho
Reference here). Either way, I need find out for sure if what I’m
dealing with is someone I need to be concerned about and why he appears
in the manner in which he does.
Or if I need to consider meds...
Most of the people I’ve talked to about this have a
very supportive reaction. They’re curious and want to know more about
it. After we moved out of the house, the new
renters experienced a lot of the same things. The
boy that lived in my old bedroom started experiencing similar
paranormal activities I had and eventually stopped sleeping in the room all together. I
wanted to talk with him about it but I never got the chance. I found
out later on that the second renters after us had called
the Local Paranormal Investigators and they came to investigate the
house. They had several EVP's, two of which I did hear and one a have saved.
Why me? Are we linked in some way? Is he someone I used to know? Is he trying to warn me? Is he protecting me? How in the world to I begin to get these questions answered? Do I seek out a spiritual leader within my Religious circle, do I need a Medium, Psychic, Shrink...Six months in the padded room with a Hug Yourself Jacket?
It may be a figment of my imagination but maybe not. All I know is that ever since I lived in that house nothing has been the same. OH and one more thing...the roommate and I are not friends nor on speaking terms. That house was then end of our fourteen year friendship. Second to my husband, the only other living person that knows everything about me and we no longer speak.
Anyway, that is the story so far. If/when more stuff happens I will write about it. Hopefully I will get some answers.
