It's Baaaaaaack
Tuesday, September 23rd, 2008I think my ghost may be back. It’s 1:33 am and I just bequeathed it the bedroom for the rest of the night.
It woke me up. It….touched me. I swear. I felt the bed shake lightly, like a cat had jumped onto the foot of the bed, tip-toeing toward me as I lay with my back to it. And then ever so slowly I felt this odd but constant pressure all over my back at once, pushing down on my spine. I couldn’t take it anymore and I turned over. Bravely, I thought. But then it poked me on my right side, making me flinch. And when I did, it felt like there was something heavy laying beside my leg. After that, I decamped to the living room, where it as yet has never ventured.
What the eff is going on in here? I mean really, I don’t know how much more of this I can take. I got rid of the TV that it so liked to turn on and play movies with. Which is when it started to up the ante and begin touching me- slapping me awake on my head, running a finger down the bottom of my foot. Seriously. How’d you like to wake up to that?
I’m so freaked out right now I had to call someone- anyone who might be awake. And lucky for me (and my poor mother who was this close to getting the call), my friend Mara is working crazy ass retail hours and I could call her, knowing she just got home from work. But now it’s quiet in here again and I’m seriously waiting for my freaking bedroom door to slam or some messed up junk like that.
This sounds liek the scarriest thing ever! BUT….good news is that they say that ghosts that choose to interact with humans are teh friendly ones so maybe it is just searching for some companionship or something weird! I hope this gets better for you and I love reading your blog!
-haley
yeah, i think it’s time for you to go get an exorcist. my old room in my parents house is pretty haunted. the temperature fluctuates pretty rapidly, regardless of the heat or A/C turned on in the house.
i’d be sleeping in another apartment if i was you.
Yeah, it’s pretty messed up. I just wish I knew why it was messing with me. I mean, it was so “present” that I actually wondered for the first ever if someone actually had broken into my apt. and was in my room. Scary.
I ended up sleeping on the couch with the lights on again last night.
That’s a scary moment, when you wonder if someone broke in. Honestly, I know finding a good apartment in chicago in a good area at a good price…
but it’s worth looking.
I would be sleeping in the living room with the light on too! My sister got a priest in once because my niece kept talking about “the old woman who looked at her” in her bedroom at night. I don’t know what I believe, but it went away after that.
Good luck with your ghost!
After sleeping with the lights on in the living room the past two nights, I decided to be brave and head back into my bedroom last night. I did some research online and (as much as it makes me sound crazy) explained to the ghost before going to bed that it needed to leave and that there was nothing here for it to do anymore. That it didn’t live here anymore and that this was no longer its bedroom or its bed. I told it that I’m not scared, but don’t like to be woken up because I already suck at sleeping and that it seriously needs to stop touching me. I also explained that I don’t want or need it to stick around for me either. (I get the sense it wants me to know it’s there and that I’m not alone, not that it’s mean or evil or anything. I also got the sense last night that it was sad it had died and wasn’t ready to leave yet and that actually made me feel sad which was really weird too).
So that’s it. I slept in my room (with my grandpa’s rosary beside me and the lamp on) and woke up as usual (but not because it did anything). Each time though, I told it if it was there, that it needed to go, that I meant it. I guess I’ll just keep it up and see.
OMG!! I had a similar ghost!!! Once it shook me awake, and when I ignored it and went back to sleep…it turned on all the lights in the house. The whole time I tried to convince myself that there was a logical scientific reasonable explanation, but after telling my roommates what had happened (they were all out of town when it happened) an entire story of incidents came together, where we all had creepy things happen but tried to be rational about it.
Creeeepy.