June 6, 2003
A week ago Tuesday I went to bed early (for me) at about 11 PM or so. I was immediately asleep I was so tired. I began to dream. I was at a friends house looking at something on the bed. It was a tiara. I reached to look at it closer and to my horror it began floating towards me. I tried to reach for it but something held my hands and pulled me towards it. I screamed in the dream. I woke up. I screamed outside of my dream as well. Something was holding my wrists down and I was quite awake. Scared myself half to death. I could feel my heart pounding. Whatever was holding my wrists felt angry and held them for about a count of twenty and then let me up.
Now you can discount this as a very vivid imagination and dream. This isn’t the first time the ghost in our house has visited us.
Last night I saw a shadow out of the corner of my eye. Not a new occurrence with skylights and cats and long hair. This one however was six feet in height and against a wall it had no business being against. You couldn’t write it off to being a shadow from lights or a cat or something I was imagining. Turning on the overhead light of course made it disappear. What didn’t disappear though after I turned off the light was the feeling of malice that I could feel in the room.
Tonight, AJ was in our living room waiting while Chip put in a DVD. Between AJ and Chip a ghost appeared. AJ yelled “what the heck are you doing?” and it disappeared. Chip of course thought AJ was just being a jerk, yelling at him and saw nothing.
A few months ago someone turned on my crystal ball light. AJ was in his bedroom and Chip across the apartment in his own room. The only way to turn this light on was to flip an actual switch.
Another time Chip watched as something flipped on and off the light switch in his room without turning on and off the light.
One night the cats, all four of them, were looking down the stairs to my loft growling and unhappy about something. The dog seems to be clueless to what is going on. This incident though had the cats walking back and forth as they looked down the steps but ventured no further than the top of the stairs as they looked down at something.
I’ve heard noises innumerable times that could be explained as cats running through the house. What about footsteps up the stairs though? I’ve walked briskly through the barn several times, convinced that someone had come into the house, no one was there, but the noises indicated otherwise.
Coincidence? Maybe. Explainable? Perhaps. I want to go on record though, here and now that it’s odd, getting angry, and perhaps scaring me a bit.