(NOTE: The other night, I
was in my favourite paranormal chat room, and posted this encounter I had in
1986...to protect other chatters' privacy, I'm only posted my own comments here.
I also removed the repetitive listing of my nickname. The story itself is
completely unchanged or edited...)
:quite a few years ago now...
:i knew this woman who
was renting an apartment in a slightly rundown building in my tinyhometown..
:another friend had gone
to visit her a couple of times, and this friend came to me and told me a few
things she had witnessed.
:while there in the
apartment, my friend had used the bathroom, and when she turned on the faucet to
wash her hands..
:she said a thick liquid
that looked like blood came out of it...
:she turned the faucet
off, waited a minute (to calm down) and when she turned the water on again, it
was fine...
:she also told me that
she had felt a 'coldness' moving around...
:SO - once I had agreed
to talk to the woman who lived in the apartment about things, she contacted her.
:I ended up going over
there for dinner shortly afterwards
:The apartment was pretty
funky...it was cold when we first got there, and I built a fire in her woodstove
right away.
:the room was soon
getting warm. By the time dinner was ready, I was a lot more comfortable.
Because I was still tending to the woodstove, I kneeled on the floor by it with
my plate to eat dinner
:we ate and were
visiting, when in a split second the temperature of the room DROPPED.
:I set my plate aside.
And the other woman, who was standing in the doorway in full view of me, but
looking into her kitchen said,
:'well, my garbage just
shifted'.
:I could hear plastic
sliding around, and the crinkling sound, as though something were moving in a
plastic bag...
:we were the only ones there,
and the other woman was no where near that bag, and hadn't been...
:she was watching the bag
move around - I could only hear it.
:The cold continued, and
the other woman stepped into the livingroom where I was, to get by the stove,
because it was so cold in there now...
:I suddenly realized that
I was being pressed down to the floor. I was still kneeling, but now I was
completely bent over.
:I had to physically push myself
upright with my arms, so I could get to my feet.
:I finally stood up, and
noticed that I was beginning to feel very cold physically from my chest outward
to the left side of my body.
:a strong current of air
rushed past me (enough to blow some of my hair against my face) and sped up the
stairs.
:there was a closet door
downstairs that was very hard to open - it was usually stuck shut, and it was
shut then as I rushed past it and up the stairs, following the 'current of air'.
:I
remember saying 'wait! wait! wait!" because I wanted to figure out what was
going on..
:I went upstairs. There
were two bedrooms, with heavy quilts hanging over the doorways (no interior doors). Although I was well
away from them, one of them was moving in such a way as to suggest it was
breathing
:hard to explain, that... it would swell
forward in the center, hold for a second, and then go down straight.
:I immediately went into the room and
went to the window, to feel for any drafts coming from the window
:there were none.
:I expected it to be cold in these rooms,
and so wasn't surprised tht theywere, and attributed nothing to it.
:I was getting physically colder by the
minute, and was starting to shiver strongly...
:my left hand was icy cold, the right was
warm...
:the 'current' flew past
me again, and went downstairs, and again I followed (the woman who lived there
was right behind me, by the way, through all this)
:down the stairs into the
livingroom. The closet door was open.
:I stopped by that door,
and waited, and suddenly a feeling of dread washed over me.
:I didn't hear this, but
I felt as though someone(thing) was saying to me, "I know YOU..."
:then wham! The room was
once again warm - whatever had been there, was gone...
:the woman who lived
there told me she had been experiencing things like,
:getting up in the
morning, setting up her percolating coffee pot, getting it perking coffee, then
using the bathroom.
:she would come back into
the kitchen, and the coffeemaker would be empty, bone dry, and the parts would
be out of it and sitting on the counter next to it.
:she would start a bath
(there was no shower) and put the plug in the tub, then leave to get
her robe, etc., hearing the tub filling all the while,
:only to come back into the bathroom
to find the tub empty and bone dry, even though she could hear it filling on the
other other side of the doorway as she came in.
:she would also find her dishes moved
around in the kitchen.
:I suggested that she MOVE, because
whatever was there, had never been human, and was not a 'ghost' by any stretch
of the imagination...
