I posted this on another forum back when it was happening, and kept a running event log there. All of this happened when I moved in with a friend of
mine who swore his house was haunted. /shrug. The timing was right, and I was in the market for a place of my own. Apologies for long story, but the
events were over some time.
Shortly after I moved in, he told me that at night he often hears voices. They are faint, and usually only audible when a fan is on. We've looked
through the bedroom, listened at the walls, checked for intermittent radio signals on all the electronics, and all without success. Oddly enough, and
quite independently, his girlfriend has heard them as well. She asked one night if I had had the TV or a radio on in my bedroom the night before, and
when I told her no, she looked puzzled. Then she said she'd heard voices, kind of muttering late that night as she was lying in the bed reading. They
were too indistinct to make out, but definitely followed a conversational pattern of speech.
I shrugged that off. Having a background in Psychology, I just figured that there was some rational cause, and so...left it at that.
Let's move down the road of time...
A few weeks later I was up one morning getting ready for a morning jaunt to a nearby town. I was standing outside my friend's bedroom in the hall,
when I paused at what I thought were voices. I clearly heard my friend and his girlfriend talking, and thought, "Wow. They are up early. They must
have a busy day planned." (They are remodeling the house, and she comes in on weekends and gives us orders. Ha!) So anyway, not wanting to eavesdrop,
I went downstairs, and continued on my way.
Later that night, when I returned, I asked them what had gotten them up so early. Concerned that perhaps my waking early had stirred them, I asked if
I had inadvertently woken them with my morning routine.
They both looked at me oddly, then shared that "couple look" that says, "What is HE talking about?" I laughed a bit and chided them for pulling my
leg. I explained that I had been up around 7AM, and that I had heard them talking as I walked by the doorway. I told them that the conversation was
too low to make out, but that it was definitely their voices. A male and female, and in conversational tones.
They shared that look again, and looked at me once more.
"We didn't get up until about 10 this morning." my friend said, smiling.
I gave them some more grief about it, but they were adamant. I let that go as well.
Move forward in time...
A few days after that, I was sitting downstairs watching TV. It was the middle of the week, and no one was home but me and the cats. Somewhere around
8:30-9:00 o'clock, I heard my friend sigh heavily from the stairwell.
Puzzled I looked up and asked, "Yo man, when did you get here. I didn't think you'd be home until 9:30 or so." The cats looked up sleepily, then
returned to hogging the couch.
I waited a second, and then it dawned on me. I was sitting between both entrances to the house. The front door on my left, and sliding glass patio
doors on my right. At no time had anyone entered the house.
I got up dutifully. The hair on the back of my neck standing straight up. Not knowing was worse than the fear, so I trudged up the stairs. I checked
each and every room. No one.
I went back downstairs, and resumed watching TV.
Move on a few days...
I was taking a smoke break outside near dusk. Again, the house is empty. (My friend works late some nights, whereas I'm a 8-5 kind of guy.) I was sort
of aimlessly walking around in the backyard, when I happened to glance up at the bedroom window for my room. I was quite surprised to see a shadow
walk past the wan light from the other bedroom.
I thought about that a second, then realized that the light had been off when I walked past the room to go downstairs. I sighed, put out the
cigarette, jarred the butt, and dutifully walked the house again. Not to my surprise, no one was there. And the light at his bathroom vanity was on.
(My friend is a nut about conservation, so lights are turned off when we leave for any amount of time. Okay, so he could have missed once. No one is
perfect. I'll allow for that. But I didn't notice the light, or I'd have turned it off. And I STILL don't know what caused the shadow...)
Moving on...the weirdest one of all...
Once again, I was alone in the house. I was doing laundry, and had a bundle of clothes fresh from the dryer. I was walking into the bedroom to dump
them on the bed and fold and hang them. Sitting on my computer desk, just beneath the window, was a cat. Well, the shadow of a cat. (He has two, one
of which is black. She's a big cat, quite fat, and tremendously cuddly.) So, anywho, I'm looking at this shadow, and thinking, "Something isn't quite
right about it. I'm pretty sure the cats are downstairs, and I never saw one come past me."
Now, the hallway is big enough for a cat to sneak by, and I was dragging clothes out of the dryer, and I didn't have any lights on, because the dryer
has a light in it, and I was just going to dump the clothes on the bed and turn on the light anyways...
In real time, this process takes place in maybe two or three seconds. I'm standing in the doorway, looking towards the window. I have an armload of
clothes. I am trying to turn on the light with my elbow, while staring at this thing sitting on my desk. To say I am relieved when I see the long,
black, feline tail, twitch upwards, is an understatement. To say that when the light came on and NOTHING was sitting on the computer desk, even though
I NEVER took my eyes off of it...is something else. My hair stood up. I had chills. I was CONVINCED that his black cat was sitting there. The tail
movement had been the clincher... Except, apparently, it wasn't.
Tonight I was cooking dinner. My buddy has a knife block with lots of knives in it. I have, like I guess everyone that spends any time in the kitchen,
a favorite knife. It has a serrated edge, and I generally use it for just about everything. The problem is, there is another knife of the same size in
the block, without the serrations, and they sit side by side. Now, the knives don't always sit in the same slot, so I figure I have a 50/50 shot at
getting my favorite when I take one out of the block.
So...I pull out a knife and I note...it's the wrong one. It's been one of those days, but I'm in a hurry, things are cooking, and I need to get that
stupid onion cut up now. I smile ruefully that even with a 50/50 shot, I still have gotten the wrong blade.
I turn to flip the burgers in the skillet, and when I turn back... guess which knife is on the counter. It's the one with the serrated edge. Now... I
don't get it. I KNOW which knife I pulled out, because of the series of thoughts it lead to. The kitchen is well lit, and I even took the time to look
specifically at the damn edge.
There were other things, but those were the ones that happened at the time. Of them all, the "cat" incident still makes the hairs on my arms stand up.
It was....very odd.
A bunch of us were watching a movie over there one night too...about 5 of us...my 2 kids..me, him and his gf at the time.
Suddenly there is a bright..and I mean BRIGHT flash of light from the formal dining room. Looks like something electrical.
I jump up and run in there..sniffing...thinking ozone...listening for that zap and sizzle, right?
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