OCTOBER 2017 COMMUNITY CHALLENGE: Ghost Stories!

[Troy]

OCTOBER 2017 COMMUNITY CHALLENGE

YOUR BEST STORY OF CONTACT WITH SPIRIT (or, your best ghost story)

Share with us one of your extraordinary or scary or exciting or synchronistic or amazing stories of contact with spirits, guides, passed loved ones, or even Michael. Share an experience that proved for a moment that there is something to all of this non-physical stuff and had real-world signs or consequences.

 

RULES: It must be a story that happened to you. And please be honest.

 

WINNER: All participants who share a story will be entered into the monthly random drawing for a free 30-minute session!

 

[NickG]

I think I have a couple good ones from when I was a little kid. My mom still loves to tell this story in particular. I originally posted this on a thread on Reddit because a similar question was asked. 

 

I was a wee lad almost 2 I think when my mom's father passed away from pancreatic cancer. He used to play with me apparently in my old toy room as a way to take his mind off his cancer. My mom says she would always hear me giggle whenever he did.  So it's the day after his funeral; I'm in the toy room and she's in the kitchen. She hears me giggle and being a curious mom comes and asks me what's so funny?

 

"Grandpa came to play with me," I said. She just stared at me, she tells me, for a solid 5 seconds and says OK and slowly walks out confused and creeped out as all hell. 

 

Apparently after she left the room I started giggling again.

 

I remember too running into him in my basement when I was like 7 or 8. I went down the stairs to my basement to put food in my dog's bowl and as I turn the corner I freeze because I see him. He had the classic white, simmery ghost look and really it was hard to make out any details of him but I knew it was him. It was almost like he was rummaging around his old gun cabinet. I booked it up the stairs scared s hell. whenever I've had these moments of seeing ghosts I always freeze and my adrenaline starts going off the charts. Didn't go to the basement for a while after that and when I finally summoned up the courage to go, the light was ALWAYS turned on. 

 

My last experience was when I was with my grandma. I was around the same age as the last story and we were going back to her house at night after having just went out to eat. I remember shutting the door to the car, turning around to go inside and then seeing her dead mom hanging clothes up on the clothes line. Same shimmery white look as my grandpa and I reacted the same as when I saw him. I think on it now how cool that was but at the time I was petrified.  

Edited October 17, 2017 by NickG

[Luciana Flora]

I do not have many experiences on that. I guess I'm not so sensitive to things outside the physical plane. But in my childhood some things happened. And they are true. These are things I do not understand until today.

I do not remember much of it. I know what my parents told me.

This happened when I was between 4 and 5 years old. My mother said that I seemed to have some kind of invisible enemy. She referred to me as an enemy because I did not seem to like him.

She told me that I was looking at nothing and saying, "You're here again, I said I do not want you here.

And this has happened many times. Even in public. My mom said that this happened once in a restaurant. They all stared blankly.

My dad said they once called them at school because something like that had happened there. The teacher was an evangelist and wanted them to take me to church. But my father did not like church, so he did not take me.

I was already struggling to pray when my mother convinced my father to take me to a benedictor (I do not know that word exists in English) but basically it was a person who read passages from the Bible. Minyha mother said that I left there sleeping and after that never happened again. And after that I never saw anything else. I never felt anything else. And honestly I consider it good because the unuca thing that generated was concern to my parents. All this really happened.
 

I do not know if this other fact would fit, but I'll talk anyway because I found it intriguing.

In 2011 my ex-therapist went through a surgery. She would be back to work a month later. But a few days after she went through the surgery I had a dream. In it I would go to the consultation with this therapist and I would not find it. And then someone told me that my treatment could not continue because of her illness.

And then when I woke up I e-mailed to ask if everything was okay. Whoever answered me was her husband giving me the news that she would have died of a complication in the surgery.

Then the dream was true. my treatment with her could not continue.

[Janet]

I've already written about one experience and shared it here: The Chimes

 

Something else more recent: Today I had lunch with a woman who is a neighbor, but that I met in Glastonbury England in August. She is an Artisan like me, and an Entity Mate (C2E6). She is also a Druid and worked as an archeologist at Stonehenge many years ago. I first knew about her last December, when I dreamed about her (see Escalator to ... ? ); at that time, Michael said that I would probably meet up with her in 2017. I dreamed about her again in March. In September, before I had met up with her again here in Colorado, Michael said this woman is 'probably' the young woman from the 'Escalator Dream'.

 

Now, having spent some time with her, I really don't need Michael to confirm that she is the 'escalator woman'. The synchronicity in this situation is really something. We met at breakfast in the B&B where we were both lodging in Glastonbury, and spoke for about 15 minutes. She stayed in the United Kingdom for another month after I came home. The woman is apparently well-known in her field, and I don't think I could have met her here in Colorado outside of some event connected to her profession. That might have skewed the initial contact. Without the pressure of connection to her profession, we quickly are getting to know each other and I can see this as a continuing friendship. 

[Guest AmyD]

When I was about 3 or 4 years old my mom heard me talking to someone in the middle of the night. She went in my room and I was sitting up in my bed and I kept saying STOP IT really softly. My mom asked me what was wrong and who in the world was I talking to. I said those grandmas won't stop singing to me. She said what do you mean "grandmas". I said one sings really good and the other sings really bad. I also described that one lives in a house that has a lot of stairs to get up to her house. My mom said she had chills...I was describing my great-grandmothers that had died long before I was born. 

 

Another time around the same age I was in the car with my grandma and we were just driving along and I said Oh Uncle Gene lives down that street coming up and you turn to the right. He lives upstairs. He was my great-uncle and I was never ever at his house before. My grandma was totally freaked out.

 

My mom loves to tell these stories. She said I must of had some sort of ability to see dead relatives when I was little.

 

I read that small children are more susceptible to seeing ghosts.

 

As an adult I haven't had any of these experiences but from time to time I've had dreams about family members that have passed on.

[Juni]

When I was about 21, I was once in the laundry room of a very old apartment building changing a load over and saw what looked like a stout, bushy haired and bearded guy sort of gliding by me out of the corner of my eye. I straightened up and looked around but there was no one there once I did. Belatedly, I realized I hadn't actually heard any footsteps or seen that "he" had any legs. I beat it out of there pretty fast.
Speaking of sleep visits:
My most recent visitation was from my dad, who passed back in December of 2014. He walked over to me in my dream and hugged me and I could feel the skin of his cheek on mine-he felt cool and slightly damp. I started crying and saying to him, "it cant be, this is impossible!" He looked at me and said, "Why?" I said, "You DIED." And he drew himself up with immense dignity (just like he used to in life) and said with immense gravity, "That's no reason I can't be here. "


 

[Janet]

1 minute ago, Juni said:

I said, "You DIED." And he drew himself up with immense dignity (just like he used to in life) and said with immense gravity, "That's no reason I can't be here. "

Oh Juni! When I dreamed of my parents and knew they had died, I didn't speak to them because I didn't want to say to them, "You died." I was aware I was dreaming and I wasted my time trying to prove to myself that I was dreaming. Now I wish I had spoken up. You should treasure this contact. 

[Guest Matt]

one time i remember seeing a scary ghoul but then i realized it was just my reflection in the mirror, LoL.   On a serious note, one of our fire stations is supposedly haunted.  People claim it's a past employee who died many years ago there.   I have heard knocking and weird light flickering.  I usually just say out loud leave me the fuck alone this shift.  I imagine myself covered in white light and tell him to stay away from me.  For a little while it was so bad people were downloading ghost catcher apps on their phone seeing if they really worked or not, LoL. FYI, they don't work.  

[Maureen]

28 minutes ago, Stickyflames said:

Oh so fabulous!

As a child, I was obsessed with the supernatural. Obsessed. Oddly, I could not give much of a farting hoot about it now, but i enjoy the opportunity for fun and humour that it invites. Halloween dovetails nicely with the Michael session on the last hiccup. Halloween truly is the celebration of humour in response to death, and thus it is my favourite of all holidays.

 

No ghost stories. Besides the strange shit I see during sleep parlysis. Demons, glowing aliens, viscious bastards left and right. 

 

When I got a moment alone with my neice once, since I heard children are very susceptable to all of this...I asked her “ Amy, can you remember a past life of yours...or see any ghosts?” ...her response

 

blank stare.

 

” Tuesday?” 

 

Blank stare.

 

@Stickyflames,  perhaps you should have said:  "Wednesday?"   

 

 

 

[Maureen]

1 hour ago, Juni said:

Speaking of sleep visits:
My most recent visitation was from my dad, who passed back in December of 2014. He walked over to me in my dream and hugged me and I could feel the skin of his cheek on mine-he felt cool and slightly damp. I started crying and saying to him, "it cant be, this is impossible!" He looked at me and said, "Why?" I said, "You DIED." And he drew himself up with immense dignity (just like he used to in life) and said with immense gravity, "That's no reason I can't be here. "
 

 

This is beautiful, @Juni.  ?

[Bobby]

4 minutes ago, Matt said:

one time i remember seeing a scary ghoul but then i realized it was just my reflection in the mirror, LoL.   On a serious note, one of our fire stations is supposedly haunted.  People claim it's a past employee who died many years ago there.   I have heard knocking and weird light flickering.  I usually just say out loud leave me the fuck alone this shift.  I imagine myself covered in white light and tell him to stay away from me.  For a little while it was so bad people were downloading ghost catcher apps on their phone seeing if they really worked or not, LoL. FYI, they don't work.  

 

I think October 31st, you need to go there and hold a seance!  :)

[Dinnerplate]

2 minutes ago, Maureen said:

 

@Stickyflames,  perhaps you should have said:  "Wednesday?"   

 

 

 

Wednesay addams...old soul inspiration as a child. 

[Guest Matt]

3 minutes ago, Bobby said:

 

I think October 31st, you need to go there and hold a seance!  :)

that would scare the shit out of me. I do know the supposed ghosts name too, but im to chicken to attempt conjuring him up

[KurtisM]

You guys are all pretty lucky to have so many cool ghost experiences!
I have nothing so concrete, but there are definite times in my dreams where I contacted various individuals. Whenever I have a lively convo in dreams and there's any kind of touch between us, I know that there's someone else on the other side, and it's not just a symbolic representation of my mind.

In early middle school I had a dream once of another guy I'd never met, that resembled me but had dark hair and sharper more mercurial features. I don't remember the specifics of it, but he lived on what seemed like another planet entirely, in a sort of trailer park decorated with Chinese lights nestled in a verdant green plain next to a cliff.
Near the end, we ended up meeting each other through some kind of kaleidoscopic portal and touched our hands together with only a glass wall to divide us. If I had to guess, he might've been a future life of mine.

After the dream he became a character of mine I called "Sitruk"- whom I deemed the opposite of me.

I also dreamt just recently of a small reunion with my deceased kitty for just over a year now. You can read about it here: 
http://our.truthloveenergy.com/blogs/entry/1839-dream-about-my-cat/

I've only ever had one nightmare in all my memory,  and it was actually fairly recent from the summer- but it definitely felt like someone else was there, and not with good intentions.
The environment of the dream was in a camping ground where lots of my family were staying, so after some events happened in that place I went to sleep.
When I woke up I thought I was awake irl- it seemed it was around Christmas time in a place that resembled my grandma's house, and I woke up to have a fun time w/ family but soon realized something wasn't right. It was summer, not Christmas.
So I woke up again from that thinking I was safe, realizing that my room was very messy w/ christmas presents, stuffed animals from the past & piles of clothes littered everywhere for no apparent reason. I knew that wasn't real either. I explored the house I was in and eventually I found out that I was alone now, as no one else was in the house.

---
Basically it turned into an inception dream of sorts that I couldn't escape from, I kept waking up hoping I'd wake up irl. 

And from there each time I "woke up" there was an oppressive presence/demon of sorts that would progressively come out of the mirror in my room taking on my appearance(as it was my reflection) and scaring me, seducing me, luring me, trapping me etc.
The dream ended with my mom bursting into the dream space crying words that meant she was going to save me, and knew what was best for me, and that I had to get away from the demon.
As I was running away with her, I realized that this wasn't what I wanted. So I felt myself pull away from the dream and actually woke up. I had to assure it was all real cause I was frightened as all shit.

 

Irl I have a mild fear of mirrors, ever since as a kid I glimpsed a horror movie or two that were about demons coming out of mirrors, often in the shape of the characters.

And every now and then I'd fantasize about what it would be like if my reflection suddenly grabbed/convinced me to come into the mirror and brainwashed me, killed me or took my place in the real world. Lol, my imagination. XD

This dream decided to take that fear, slap in some other fears related to my self, some secrets and my mom and on top of that made it feel like I was utterly alone. Luckily after the dream, once I calmed myself down, I resolved whatever fears I had by understanding that whatever I was processing needed to come out, and imagining myself making peace/friendly terms with the "demon". It actually worked, and made me cry.
After that my fear of mirrors lessened to some extent and I find it easier to deal with.
I believe at the time of the dream I just came out of a stuck-in-the-rut depression and waves of anxiety. I dunno if that counts as a spirit encounter, but it made me realize how vital the non-physical is when it can help us resolve what we'd never face in the physical.

 

Edited October 17, 2017 by KurtisM

[Luciana Flora]

4 minutes ago, KurtisM said:

You guys are all pretty lucky to have so many cool ghost experiences!

I do not know if you included me in the lucky ones. But I'll tell you what. I did not feel lucky for what happened in childhood. Perhaps by the way the situation was conducted. As if it were a big problem that my parents could not solve. I have always associated this phase with my parents worrying more about me. They thought I needed more care. Or at least that's how he played it. And in my view all this seemed to have begun there at that time.

[KurtisM]

Just now, Luciana Flora said:

I do not know if you included me in the lucky ones. But I'll tell you what. I did not feel lucky for what happened in childhood. Perhaps by the way the situation was conducted. As if it were a big problem that my parents could not solve. I have always associated this phase with my parents worrying more about me. They thought I needed more care. Or at least that's how he played it. And in my view all this seemed to have begun there at that time.

I wasn't referring to anyone in particular, just how cool and extraordinary the encounters were, scary or not.
Sorry if that came off insensitive. I apologize.
At the very least, now you have a space of self-understanding through this teaching and your strengthening relationships to relieve any pain that those kinds of experiences may have caused. I relate to defining myself by past experiences that caused my parents to be concerned about me and their efforts to try and "protect" me.

[Luciana Flora]

4 minutes ago, KurtisM said:

I wasn't referring to anyone in particular, just how cool and extraordinary the encounters were, scary or not.
Sorry if that came off insensitive. I apologize.
At the very least, now you have a space of self-understanding through this teaching and your strengthening relationships to relieve any pain that those kinds of experiences may have caused. I relate to defining myself by past experiences that caused my parents to be concerned about me and their efforts to try and "protect" me.

It's all right. I was not upset by what you said. I do not think I expressed myself well. Or maybe I was very sensitive about it. That's why I say little about certain things.

[KurtisM]

1 minute ago, Luciana Flora said:

It's all right. I was not upset by what you said. I do not think I expressed myself well. Or maybe I was very sensitive about it. That's why I say little about certain things.

Ah understood. Well it's good to bring it up anyways.

Talking about it helps to resolve it, whether it's a mild problem or a big one.

[Diane - Memorial Profile]

1 hour ago, Maureen said:

perhaps you should have said:  "Wednesday?"   

Thank you, I never tire of the Addams Family!  This was a lot of fun to watch.

[Juni]

2 hours ago, Janet said:

Oh Juni! When I dreamed of my parents and knew they had died, I didn't speak to them because I didn't want to say to them, "You died." I was aware I was dreaming and I wasted my time trying to prove to myself that I was dreaming. Now I wish I had spoken up. You should treasure this contact. 

Oh, I did, but in the dream I was highly freaked out about what felt like physical contact. The dead being known for, you know, not normally having animate bodies.

 

[Mike Cleverly]

I'm enjoying reading the wonderful stories :)

 

I have some resonance with the Wednesday Addams topic. She was a bit of a hero to me in my early teens when the films came out. I think the whole Addams family concept appeals to the Cadre 1 Entity 3 theme of "Presenting alternative angles on reality". I wouldn't be surprised if it was created by one of C1E3's people. I recently introduced my kids to the two films from the early 90s. I think the films really helped form my outlook on life... I love them!

 

I had a couple of dream experiences relating to the posts above. My Grandad died about 18 months ago. He's the closest relative I have lost - I've been very lucky really. Fairly soon after he died - perhaps a month - I saw him in a dream. He had been quite uncomfortable leading up to his death, which had seen him in the hospital where I work for several weeks. When I saw him in the dream he was comfortable, happy, and well. It was the classic kind of contact where a loved one just checks in with you to let you know they aren't suffering anymore. That they are happy and comfortable, and you don't need to worry about them anymore. He popped up again a few weeks later too. I was grateful for the contact.

 

I have had a few good ghostly experiences too:

 

1: Background:  I live in a house that was built in 1922, and my great grandparents move into it in the 1930s. My Great Grandma Howell lived in it until her later years and was very house proud and was apparently a no nonsense kind of woman. She like things the way she liked them. 

 

So one day I got up early in the morning, at about 6am to go to work for an early shift. I went downstairs and it was already bright outside. My eyes felt very sensitive so I remember clearly thinking "I won't open the curtains because the bright light will hurt my sensitive eyes". I went to the kitchen and ate my breakfast. Then I went to the downstairs bathroom and brushed my teeth to get ready to leave the house. As I brushed my teeth I heard the very distinct sound of somebody opening the curtains in the front room, both curtains at once, briskly and firmly. *RRRRRRZZZZZKKKKK!*  

 

"Thats weird" I thought. "Victoria must have come downstairs and opened the curtains. She'll walk into the kitchen in a second. Any second now. Now....?" 

 

Of course, nobody walked in. I finished brushing my teeth, walked into the front room, and the curtains were wide open. I assume it was my old Great Grandma Howell looking at me walking around in the dim front room and saying "These curtains should be OPEN!" I learned recently in conversation with relatives that Great Grandma Howell left the curtains open day and night. Never closed them.

 

2: I was at work late on a Sunday evening at about 9pm. The hospital corridors are mostly empty that time of day on a Sunday. I was returning from a ward on the first floor with an empty trolley, and I wheeled it to the entrance of the lift, pressed the call button and waited, leaning against the wall and checking my phone. Behind me, set into the same wall in an alcove, was an equipment store cupboard. It used to be an old cargo lift, with the old double folding cage style doors that you close manually. The life got taken out maybe 5 years ago and it was made into a locking store cupboard for tools. The maintenance guys use it occasionally.

 

So I leaned against the wall for perhaps 10 seconds, and I hear the store cupboard door shut firmly and positively, and then the sound of keys locking it. I stood up and looked back to the door behind me and to my left, expecting to see one of the maintenance guys with his keys in hand, having just locked the door. There was nobody there. There was nowhere for anyone to disappear into unless they had just locked themselves into that tiny store cupboard, and I could see that the light in the cupboard was switched off as there was no light escaping under the door.

 

As a bit of background info, this lift is outside the entrance to the location of the original hospital mortuary....

 

3: This one really shook me up. It was late at night, Victoria had already gone to bed and I was downstairs using the computer. I heard three very sharp, very definite taps on the floor in the room above, the room where Victoria was in bed. Something about it sounded odd. Vic will sometimes tap on the floor if she needs me to come upstairs, but her tapping is usually softer, more varied and she taps quicker and uses more taps- about 6 or 7 would sound normal to me. I went upstairs to see if Vic wanted me for something, but as I went into the bedroom, I fully expected the quizzical look she had on her face. "You didn't make that tapping noise, did you?" I asked rhetorically. "No..." she replied, and we both processed what that meant. We talked a bit about it, and I went downstairs again, slightly buzzing with adrenaline.

 

I was downstairs for another hour or so and without any warning I heard a huge RUMBLE-CRASH! from upstairs! Many competing thoughts raced through my mind. Did someone fall out of bed? Sleep walk into something and knock it over? Did some furniture collapse? What could make that noise?

 

I ran upstairs with my heart pounding. Vic was sitting up in bed looking dazed and I couldn't see anything wrong in the room. Vic then pointed to the space on the wall above the headboard of the bed, where one of her own paintings should be hanging. It had come off its screw and slid with a rumble down behind the bed and thudded onto the floor. This was enough for me! I didn't fancy sitting alone downstairs anymore so I came to straight to bed. Safety in numbers and all that...

 

Upon closer inspection the next day we found that the braided wire that Vic uses to hang all her paintings had broken. It was the first time that had ever happened to her. 

 

Those are my stories. I don't fancy gathering any more thanks! I scared myself just typing these up!

Edited October 18, 2017 by Mike Cleverly

[Diane - Memorial Profile]

3 hours ago, Troy said:

Share an experience that proved for a moment that there is something to all of this non-physical stuff and had real-world signs or consequences.

 

 

I have had many experiences, none of which spooked me.  The experiences brought comfort.  I feel my guides around me a lot.

 

When our mother died in November 2016 I felt the need to see her as soon as possible.  We had to wait until the next day to see her in the funeral home.  The 'visit' my sisters and I had with our mother was very moving.  I asked Michael about it:

 

MEntity:  This was meaningful on many levels, not just by synchronicity, but by design. This was what was immediately requested. The Personality who is your Mother "sat" with you as part of her transition and took notice for the first time the awe of your creation and life. It was a chance to listen in a way that was not limited by memory, space, time. It was pure Essence Recognition that the Personalities embraced.

 

Also -

Many times during a shiatsu or reiki session I just know my guides are there.  At times I have felt hands (two different-sized hands) holding mine or a hand on my leg - when the therapist wasn't close enough to touch me.

 

Also - 

Recently I woke up from a dream and I could feel hands on my head, which was part of my dream.  As I woke up, I knew my arms were by my sides but at the same time I was touching my male guide's hands and could distinctly feel the fingers.

 

 

[Uma]

@DianeThat experience with your mother is so moving and beautiful. As are the Reiki and Shiatsu experiences. I have had similar experiences, and I wasn't spooked either. Many of them happened with Muktananda in India and on Tour. Once I was sent back to the ashram on the train because someone else needed my seat in the car that was going onwards on the yatra, the pilgrimmage. It was a rough trip back to the ashram and when I arrived, as I walked up the stairs to my room, I wondered if Baba knew we had arrived safely. At that moment the entire stairwell and hallway was filled with Baba's perfume--heena, an Indian scent that he wore in the winter--so much so that everyone came running, thinking Baba had suddenly returned. These kinds of things were almost a daily reality. 

 

In 1975, while on the advance crew for Baba's visit to Gainesville, Florida, I was cleaning and preparing his quarters with another devotee, and we got into a conversation about opera and I related my childhood story of growing up with the Tucker family, going to the opera with them whenever Richard Tucker was singing, from 6th grade until I graduated from high school. That night I had a dream. We were in a Hall for a program, as was usual during the tour, when all of a sudden I saw Richard Tucker standing at the door. He was barechested except for a bandage over his shoulder down to his waist. I ran to the back of the Hall and asked him what was the matter, what happened? He said, I came to see Baba, Take me to Baba. I took him up to Baba, who embraced him. I woke up with horripilations. When I got to the house we were preparing, my friend showed me the paper with the headline: Richard Tucker Dies of Heart Attack.

 

I have a lot of stories like this, personal and that happened to me. Their reality is not in question. The stories of the so-called miracles of the gurus of our lineage are legion, but I could not vouch for them. Some I understand or somehow grasp. Many are beyond my ability to comprehend at this point. It's very comforting to me to know that everything will come out in the wash eventually. 

 

 

 

 

[Dawn]

My grandfather passed in 2008. The morning of his funeral, my alarm clock radio went off playing the following lines from "The Way" by Fastball:

 

Anyone can see the road that they walk on 
Is paved in gold 
And it's always summer 
They'll never get cold 
They'll never get hungry 
They'll never get old and grey 
You can see their shadows wandering off somewhere 
They won't make it home 
But they really don't care 
They wanted the highway 
They're happier there today, today

 

Given the lyrics, it was strange. Stranger yet--I never set the alarm. 

[petra]

If somebody else would have told me the following story, I would not believe it, but it really happened !

Some over 20 years ago, I visited a doctor friend of mine in Munich, who just had moved into an old villa with a big park around it. The idea was, that I could get some rest, and he some good company. I arrived in the morning, he went to work. I strolled around in the beautiful park for a while, unpacked my stuff and set myself down to meditate. To my utter surprise, drawers started to open and close as well as doors. I had to laugh because it looked funny, from that moment on the opening and closing of drawers and doors had more intensity, the more I found the whole thing funny, the faster and louder everything was happening. Gee, I thought, this house has truly a ghost of some sort, a thing that I had not given much consideration so far in my life, nor did I have much interest in all of it. Well one thing I did was, to pull all the drawers out and to lock all the doors. Then it started to just knock everything over that it possible could, at that point the living room looked like a warzone and I went for a walk pondering why my college had not mentioned the ghost or if I am in some kind of edgy space and it never had happened to him.

As he came home and saw the looks of everything, he was of course very sorry and told me that he thought the poltergeist had left because nothing was going on for a week. The ghost gets very mad if you are not scarred, he told me. And now me finding its actions funny made it furious. We cook dinner with some interruptions, still quite tolerable, me trying to be scarred, and at some point go to bed. I fell asleep immediately and wake up chocking, the thing is on my throat. I could not scream, now I was scarred squared, there was enormous pressure on my throat, it did not feel like hands, I hardly could move, then my hands got a hold of the lampshade that I threw against the wall, my friend shows up because of the noise and in the first instant can not grasp what is wrong with me but instinctively throws himself on top of me. That did it, the chocking stopped. Needless to say, we called another friend of us and spent the night at her place. My friend moved out of the villa cause the haunting did not stop and he knew now why the rent for that house was so low.