glynnisjohns wrote:.
But i could feel something opressive or evil and it was fucking scary. We both agreed there was a presence in the room that was unexplained or not of this plane. this feeling persisted for at least 3 minutes and then it was gone. Never happened again.
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Whatever it was, it was not positive or happy.
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Cheers
firs of, i started walking around my appartment moving newspapers and books from one place to another, opening and closing fridge without even looking inside... i just can't get over stories like that. after reading post quoted above,i felt i needed to share. i haven't thought about the following incident in a long time. it seems like it's laughably easy to explain, though.
it happend a few yers back, i was sleeping with one room with my brother, in an apartment we lived ever since we were born. i woke up at night, looked at my brother's bed and saw a black shape sitting there. (actually, i remember it was somewhat shining, and about size of a man). bedding was white so i could shape of this thing, looking in my direction.
i felt absolutely paralized, and hide my head under the quilt. i can't find words to desribe this feeling, but i felt this thing was absolutely evil. i was horrified beyond words, i mean it. i used my hand to move quilt a bit so i could look at it for a moment (i was way to scared to move from my bed). it was there. i turned back and faced the wall (still under the quilt), scared to death. i don't receall what happend next. i'm sure i was laying for a long time looking at the wall and being out of my mind.
after the sunrise, i looked again and nothing was there. <end of the 'ghost' part>
in the morning i sent a sms to my a friend of mine, mentioning i saw something in the night. two or three days later, we were walking in a park, it was a beautiful sunny day and she asked me about it. i froze, my heart literally stopped beating for a few seconds- it was the first time since that night i realized what happend..btw: this is the first time i'm thinking about it in a very long time, it has to be buried very deeply in my mind. which is a very good thing.
of course, the most obvious explanation is that i was dreaming, and intelectually, i'm almost convinced i was. but i
know i was awake. i have very vivid dreams but i always can tell a diffrence between a memory of something real and a memory of a dream. i'm also familiar with waking up in the middle of the night of looking at a vaguely human shape, slightly moving a few yards from me. it happend about 8 times - each time it was a towell on a chair or something like that, move was created by my imagination. i was never scared in those situations. or maybe bit, but if that was i recall laying and calmly wondering what the hell could it be. other "ghosts" expierences i had was seeing my father at corner of my eye while walking on the streets.
so i'm basically saying i know what i'm saying when i say that i know i wasn't sleeping. but who the hell knows.
oh, just for the record: when i was in the middle of the post, my girlfriend visited me. she just came back from a flat she will probably rent (who knows, i may end there too). thing is, landlord told her very openly that this flat is haunted. her father died in one of the rooms, and he still visits this place once in a while (or he is there all the time, but he doesn't reveales him self - you get the deal). preavious tentant had not believed in ghosts untill she lived there, but she says it wasn't a scary expierence at all. she heard someone walking, taps turned themselfes on from time to time, this type of thing. once she heard loud knocking on the wood in the room she was and she heard dead's man voice saying "good morning miss ann". this is how he always greeted her, she knew this man when since she was kid.
so yes, it would be very easy to say all those stories are results of fertile imagination, but i don't think so. still, i sure hope mine is.