I just have to say something before I continue with this post.
I am a believer in the supernatural, the ‘Other Side’, the paranormal, and all the rest. I am very open minded on others thoughts and feelings on the subject as well, provided those who are skeptics, be polite, non judgmental and respectful.
If you don’t believe, that’s fine. Good. I respect that and I ask that others do the same.
Here’s a small introduction to some of my experiences.
I have had visitors in the past come to hang out with me, moving things that hang from the ceiling, knocking down objects, flickering lights and making noise. I have never had an issue with any of this either as I enjoy the company.
My experiences have also gone as far as seeing something hovering in front of my bedroom door and someone touching me. I have had my hair played with, shoulder tapped and the odd poke to the arm or leg. With all these events, the temperature in the room dropped, some more drastically than others. I have also caught things floating past me through the corner of my eye, but they disappear just as quickly as they appear (my hubby & I saw it at the same time a few times). I also catch scents of things that are not normal smells in my house. For example, cigar/cigarette smoke, flowers and perfumes which are isolated to a small area that I either walk through or they travel past me as I sit.
There have been a few times that I was able to show a friend that I am in fact, NOT crazy by having them see the things be moved all on their own. Needless to say, it freaked them out but they had a good time all the same.
Now for todays events…
Do you ever get the feeling that someone is standing behind you?
Lately, that has been my case. I will be standing in the kitchen (as I was tonight) and have this feeling like someone is standing right behind me, turn around to find nothing. I also get that feeling when I am sitting on the couch. There is no way possible that someone could be standing behind me looking over my shoulder.
I don’t know if it’s my old age setting in, but I seem to be misplacing things that I KNOW I put in a particular spot. A spot where the kids can’t reach it and hide on me. Yet, these things continue to go missing and turn up somewhere else.
As I type this, I could sand a deck as my skin is covered with goosebumps from the cold air surrounding me. Brrrrr.
I am interested in hearing other peoples stories, theories and experiences as I’m sure I’ll have more of my own.