I have a ghost in my apartment.
Don’t worry, it’s not scary or evil. Whenever I encounter him, it’s never a scary ghost moment.
The first time I noticed it, I was sitting in the living room watching TV when I heard a crash in the kitchen and then a wave of glass came sliding across the floor. It was probably about 20 feet worth of glass.
I had put a small cabinet’s glass on top of the cabinets in the kitchen, then on top of the glass, I put a pack of paper towels. I kept scratching my head, wondering how on earth the glass could have fallen. No one was in the kitchen, the paper towels on top made it very stable.
I didn’t think much about it until I got up one morning and went to the bathroom, but before I got there, all of a sudden, it felt like I was being (playfully) pushed around. I tried to grab onto a wall or counter for stability. It felt like the whole apartment was being tumbled around, but all I could see were fleeting images of the room around me with what looked like blackness flashing in front of me.
I managed to grab a wall and it stopped.
I felt as if someone was there, but no one was in the room with me, so it started me thinking about spirits in the apartment. I blamed the glass in the kitchen as the ghost’s work then. A few weeks later, another kitchen incident-all the pans underneath the counter sounded like they fell out onto the floor, but when I went to look, nothing was out of place.
Then there was the night I was in bed. I was deperately trying to go to sleep and felt someone get in bed. A few minutes later, I reached over and no one was there.
Then, one night, it touched my foot.
Mind you, it’s not scary when it happens, but I think it’s because I don’t actually SEE him.
I got out of the shower one morning and there was a smell of the same 70s rose scented soap that my grandmother used in her bathroom. I think that she was visiting me. I instantly thought of her.
Things were ok with the ghost until the other night. I was sleeping and woke up-one of those where you know someone’s right over your face… well, stupid me, I opened my eyes and there was this ghostly face-right at mine. Not like you see in the movies, but more like highlights of a face. It was too faint to make out the details, other than a large nose.
I didn’t panic as much as I thought I would, but I tried to will him away… tried to make my brain think that it was playing tricks on me, but it stayed there for a minute, and then went away. I tried to see if there was anything on the wall that would have made the face, but nothing.
So, this led to last night’s dream where I was talking on the phone to my mother and all she could hear was squealing. I kept saying “hello?…hello?” and finally, I figured it was the ghost, so I started screaming, “GET OUT! GET OUT! GET OU….” and the reason I didn’t finish the last “out” was because the ghost made me puke. I felt it almost being pushed out of me, unnaturally. I got scared in the dream and started yelling and woke myself up, yelling for real.