Marcus wrote:Come on - give us at least one!! 
One, huh.....oh lord.....I'm thinking..........just one..............hmm.....
Okay. I have one that's more "normal" than the others, more along the lines of a typical ghost versus higher density entities and reality bending of an impossible nature. Here it is:
In June 2001 I was moving into a room that I was renting in a house in SoCal. There were three other roommates, (all adults, different ages and backgrounds) and a fourth, part time roommate who was also the landlord. Prior to moving there I spent three weeks in another room across town; before that, I lived for a year with my brother in the paranormal apartment from hell, which I deemed "The Vortex." Some will remember the stuff I've recounted about that experience over on other threads, so, won't re-hash it here. Needless to say, by June 2001 I was now well versed in the supernatural, had dealt with many many incidents of it in a direct, first hand way. In the room that I was in for only 3 weeks there was nothing - it was "clean." It was awesome. There was absolutely nothing paranormal going on in that particular house, or room. So, that was a nice little vacation after going through what I did for the entire year before.
But now in this new place....as I was unloading my stuff to move into my new room, I paused what I was doing and just looked around, absorbing the feel of things, because something felt off. Needless to say, I recognized the same "heavy air" feeling that had been present in the vortex, and I even thought to myself, "Houston.........we have a problem." I frowned in a "hmmmm..." way, and went about my business. [note: the "heavy air" feeling is in reference to the air / atmosphere feeling thick and heavy in an area that has paranormal stuff going on. I don't know why this phenomenon happens, but it can get so bad as to make one feel weighted down, heavier, moving slower, and drained of energy.]
Right from the first few nights I was there I experienced the presense of a man standing at the end of my bed each night, just staring at me, VERY pissed off. His presense would wake me up night after night, but I would be too scared to look. I'd pull the covers up over my head and roll over and just go back to sleep, trying to tune it out. This went on for weeks, but I was so "shell shocked" from the vortex that I didn't pay it much mind. Half the time I'd forget it had even happened by the morning.
One afternoon after I came home from work I was lying on my air mattress, resting, and I felt a very distinct kick to the mattress. BAM! Like a big foot had kicked it. WTF?!? I thought, rolling over. I watched as my cat, who was sitting motionlessly in the middle of the room, tracked something with her eyes as it moved away from my mattress and across the room.
Another time I was getting ready to go out to run some errands, and I had my headphones on playing music. I was rooting around on my table, trying to find something, when I could hear a loud BANG! sort of noise behind me. Could hear it over the music even. I turned to look, confused, and watched as the candlestick that sat on top of my television flew threw the air and landed in the middle of the room, on the carpet. (yes, I had a television! 
I didn't have the cable hooked up though, on purpose, and just used it to watch movies.) "ohhhhkay." I thought, turning away from it, nervous. Again, I tuned it out and hurriedly left to go run the errands.
At this point I realized I had to do something, so, I attempted to do a meditation one afternoon to reach out to whoever he was, to tell him that he had to leave my room; I was using some of the same skills I'd picked up in the vortex for dealing with "stuff." I recognized that this presense was very much human, definitely male, and very angry; It wasn't a non-human entity like what we were dealing with in the vortex. So I struck up a deal, because I knew he was (at one point) a human male, and so therefore could be reasoned with - Roam about the rest of the house all you want - have all the other rooms if you want - but you just can't come in my room. I told him (nicely, but firmly and kindly) that he needed to leave me and my cat alone, because I got the impression he didn't care much for her either. All in all the meditation lasted for about 15 minutes, and I felt good after it was done.
After that........the negativity stopped. No more throwing shit around, no more kicking the bed, no more glaring angrily at me every fricking night, pissed off at me and the world. But he was still there. I came home one night, and right as I was coming up the walkway approaching the front door the outside light went off, leaving me in darkness. I just assumed it was one of the roommates playing a joke, and quickly got the door open to catch them in action, but nobody was there. The kitchen and hallway were empty. The only roommate that was home was Denise, who was locked away in her room, watching TV. Could hear the muffled voices behind her closed door. So then I assumed the bulb had just *coincidentally* burned out *right* as I was coming up the walkway. Those things happen you know. I flipped the switch, expecting it to be burned out, but the light came on, no problem. So, it wasn't the bulb. "Somebody" had just turned it off as a prank. I was amused, not scared. I'd rather have that then him throwing shit and trying to kick me.
Finally I broached the entire sordid subject with my roommates, because I KNEW that I couldn't have been the only one to have dealt with this guy. One night I was hanging out with one of the roommates, Todd, and he mentioned something offhand, can't remember what now, and that's when I said to him "Well, you know we have a ghost here...don't you?"
His face just FROZE. It was funny. Just stared at me wide eyed. "Shut up!" he said. Finally though he relented and nervously began recounting all his weird unexplained experiences in the house, most of which included "prank" type incidents along the lines of the outside light bulb mentioned above. So, I got confirmation from him that he had indeed experienced some things. Next on the list was Denise. Todd and I approached her about it and she too had her unexplained weirdness.....namely, the feeling of a male presense standing right outside her window, staring at her in the middle of the night. Close enough for horseshoes! Then I talked to Dominic the landlord. "Dominic....did anybody ever die in this house?" The house had been his mom's before him, so, if anybody would know it would be Dominic. The answer? No. Surprisingly. He asked why, so I told him, not expecting to get much. But shockingly, guess what....back when Dominic used to sleep in what was now Todd's room, he had an experience of waking up in the middle of the night on several occasions and finding a man standing at the end of his bed, glaring at him. ! Dominic actually saw this guy, and described him as kind of Native American looking. Then there was Marilyn, the crazy fiesty angry Brazilian woman with alcohol issues. Oddly enough, she was the only one who hadn't experienced anything. At least, nothing that she would confess to. She raised her eyebrows and shook her head with her arms folded. Nope. Never experienced anything. Sorry. In retrospect she seemed a little defensive about it, kind of stone faced. I wonder if she was lying.
So at any rate, then there was the night where me and Todd were in the kitchen. I was standing at the kitchen island counter, facing the kitchen and the hallway beyond, where everybody's room were. Todd was in front of me, with his back to the everything else, eating his bowl of Mac n Cheese. His bedroom door was open at the end of the hall, with his TV blasting in the room. His bedroom lights were off, so the only light from his room was the flickering of the TV. So he's shoveling in the mac n cheese as we're talking, and that's when I notice my cat come darting out of Todd's room. She burst out of his room, ran a few steps down the hallway, then stopped, looking back over her shoulder at Todd's room. Started to run again, but stopped, again looking back over her shoulder. Like she was being chased out of the room, but was reluctant to leave, yet really had no choice in the matter.
I watched her, then followed what she was looking towards at the end of the hallway. And that's when I saw him. He was standing in Todd's doorway, illuminated by the light of the flickering TV. A man, all black, like one of those "shadow people" I've read about on Art Bell's website. He was standing there, half in and out of the room; could see his head (no face or anything like that; he was translucent fuzzy black) his right shoulder and arm, leg and foot, just standing there, watching my cat. She stared at him over her shoulder, seeming nervous, then finally darted into my room. After she left, he slowly turned and went back into Todd's room. He moved very much like a real human.
Todd saw me looking at something and said "What?" curiously. So I told him, grinning. I found the entire thing to be very funny. Todd didn't, however. It really scared him. I don't know why I found it funny, I guess it was just a relief to be dealing with a human ghost for once instead of some non-human entity. The non-human ones don't have a personality like we do; it's literally like dealing with an alien or another species. There's just no real connection. You can't talk to them, you can't interact with them. They drift in and out like shapeless clouds of blue and white and don't seem to be aware of the humans around them.
Anyway, my final incident of dealing with him happened one night in the middle of the night. I was awake in bed, holding my cat and petting her. That's when I heard something milling about my room, poking through my stuff. Sounded like a person was right there in the room, quietly moving about. Could hear them rifling through the stuff on my table, then moving over to my computer desk. My cat was aware of it too, and was very tense in my arms, her tail flicking wildly back and forth. Then I could hear him walking across the room, approaching the bed.
When he got to the bed I could totally feel him, just standing there, watching me. Next to my mattress was an orange juice carton.........I heard the carton distinctly squeeze in and out. This guy liked touching stuff, liked poking about and exploring. Kinda weird and interesting. But there was no hostility though, none. We'd made peace, for some reason whatever I'd done had worked, although he clearly was disregarding my request to stay out of my room. My cat looked upwards as he got to the bed and she just froze stiff. Her tail stopped in mid flick and she just froze, looking up at him bug eyed. It could be likened to a look of horror.
I laid there, not looking up, afraid to see him. I wasn't sure if he would be invisible or what, and I didn't want to know. I mumbled "hey..." as a greeting, but kept the covers blocking my view. And that was that. It was my last ever encounter with him. Never saw or dealt with him again after that, and I moved out not tio long after and went up to Portland. When I came back briefly from Portland over Thanksgiving to retrieve the rest of my stuff I stayed in the room for one night, but didn't see or experience anything, either in my room or the rest of the house. Don't know where he went, but he'd clearly been there for a long, long time.
I think that when it comes to human ghosts, they just want to be recognized. They want somebody to acknowledge that they're there, dammit, and that's why they do the things that they do. They start throwing hissy fits to get you to acknowledge them - throw stuff around, play pranks. I think that's what was going on with him. As soon as I acknowledged him and did my meditation, then began talking to the roommates and getting them to spill the beans about their experiences, that's when the hostility stopped. After that he became neutral. He still didn't like my cat, but that's okay. He was no longer getting physically violent, which is all that mattered. I think he was happy that somebody had finally openly acknowledged him and did it in such an open, matter of fact way. I could be interpreting things wrong, but that's what it seems to me.
"Life's journey is not to arrive at the grave safely in a well preserved body, but rather to skid in sideways, totally worn out, shouting "Holy shit ... what a ride!" - Anonymous
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"I get by with a little help from my (higher density) friends."
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