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Never Really Alone

This happened to me when I moved in with a friend in Napa, California. This was 1992 and I never believed in anything like this before. It was something for the movies or fiction as far as I was concerned.

I started to notice little things... like things not being where I put them hearing voices and thinking it was the TV or the neighbors next door. I thought my roommate was grabbing the things and forgetting were she would put them, which caused a lot of tension as the weeks went by. I would find my notebooks in the freezer, my car keys in the back yard... One time my purse was found hanging in the tree. My roommate would deny doing these things, but we were the only ones there. Needless to say, this caused a few fights.

I started to wonder if I made the right choice by moving in with her. She was a good friend and couldn't afford living there on her own. But I was beginning to think that I made a bad decision about moving in.

One night we were watching TV and we both heard a sound coming from the back door. We both thought someone was trying to break in and we both ran outside because neither one of us wanted to face the person. We went next door and called the police, and watched as the lights in the house were turned off for a couple of minutes, and then turned back on. The police finally arrived there and found nothing; even the back door was still bolted. We told the officer about the lights going on and off. He said he didn't see how anyone could have gotten in and had found no one in there, scaring the hell out of us.

After that we jumped at any sound we heard and didn't get much sleep for some time. I was scared that I would wake up and see someone in my house that wasn't there just to say hi! I ended up buying a hand gun so I wouldn't be to terrified if someone would try to break in. It helped me sleep a little better at night knowing I had some protection.

A couple of months went by and everything seemed normal enough, I was not as scared as I was before. I came home after work and found all the furniture rearranged, and I didn't like it one bit. I thought my roommate had done it and we normally talk about things like that before we actually do change the house around. So I thought nothing of it and decided to wait until she came back to talk to her.

She came home a while later and I asked her why she put things like she did and she thought I did it and I knew I didn't. I said well it didn't move by itself now, did it? We started to argue again until we heard whispering coming from one direction, and then another. It seemed to jump all over the place, not staying in one spot. The TV and stereo were off. We were beginning to believe that we did have a ghost or something inside the house.

The TV would turn itself off, the stereo would blast on and off. Then it decided to start throwing things at us; cups, plates, remote controls... The blender would go off by itself and we kept hearing a strange laughter. It would really act up and then everything was calm down like nothing had happened. This was driving the both of us crazy and we just wanted out of our lease.

Then it decided to show itself to me. I was watching TV and it was about 2pm and I heard the usual sounds, footsteps etc.., I would just turn up the TV to drown out the noise. But then something caught my eye and I saw a man. He was just standing by the dining room looking at me. He didn't look to happy to see me either, he just glared at me and I was scared out of my wits. He started walking towards me and I couldn't move, I was frozen with fear. You could see right through him! All I could do was close my eyes and keep praying that he would just go away. I opened my eyes and saw he was only inches from my face. All I could do was curl up in a ball and cry, unable to get up and run like I wanted to. I could hear the sound of his 'breathing', but I kept my eyes closed. This lasted for ten minutes and then it was gone. I opened my eyes and it was like nothing had happened. Until the TV turned off by itself; that made me run for the door!

After that happened, I made sure I wasn't the only one home, the only one living, anyway.) I made my boyfriend come over when I didn't go to his place, or made sure my roommate was there. She was having the same problems, but she would yell at him. This didn't do any good, because after a while he started to yell back and he cursed up a storm, rising from a normal tone to a yelling tone. One night when my boyfriend stayed over, we were getting intimate, until we heard That's right, do that s---!" My boyfriend got up and said, "Who in the hell is here?" He turned on the lights looking for the voice he had heard. I never told him about what was happening because I thought it would make him think that I was crazy. He looked at me and asked who I had in here and I just told him no one, it's a ghost! He looked at me and said 'What? "A ghost"?...no way'.

He looked all over the house thinking some other guy was there and even checked outside. He came back in and turned off the lights and didn't say a word to me for a while. Then he said to me, 'Could you please look over here....... Something is moving against the wall.' I turned over and I saw a shadow moving across the wall and I knew it was him. All you could see was an outline, it blended in with the darkness. My boyfriend asked "if that was what I was talking about." I was pretty scared and I told him, "Yes, that's him." He got up once again and I think he made the stupidest mistake...He said, "Come on out and fight me!" After a few moments, the ghost replied with only two words..."F--- You!" That scared the hell out of us, and we ended up sleeping in the living room.

In the morning, my boyfriend woke up and could barely move. He thought sleeping on the floor didn't do him any justice, but when I looked at him he had a few bruises on his back and dried blood on his face from his nose. It looked like he had been in a major fight, but he didn't know how it happened. I always thought the ghost did it, since he wanted to fight it that night. I guess it took him up on his offer, but I have no real proof of this claim.

After that, my roommate and I said screw the lease, and told our landlord we wanted out! Within a week, he let us go, and we moved out of that place. Two and a half years there was long enough. I kept thinking, if the ghost really did beat on my boyfriend, what else was it capable of doing? And what would the ghost have done to my roommate, with the way she was always telling him off?

These are the things that keep me awake at night...wondering about the 'what ifs' if we had stayed for the full 5 years...

-April.