reply to post by sled735
Hi Sled735...I just had to. Respond, I mean.
And yes, I have read through the entire thread and hope it continues on and I think it will for one reason: we have all experienced something weird at
some point in our lives. And most of us hesitate to tell for fear of ridicule and worse.
I have had several encounters, but will just start with this small story.
Many moons ago, I rented the basement of a heritage house...an elegant home of two full floors, an attic and basement. The upper floors had been
refurbished to their former glory, but my space was still old: fully finished, but no one would ever believe the luxury one floor above, for this was
a typical basement suite.
The first thing I noticed is that my cat who always sat near or beside me, kept staring at something down the hallway. No matter how I tried to
distract her, no go...she would jump away from me just to go back to staring at something I could not see...but I knew something was not straight for
I had had her several years and this was not her behaviour.
That in and of itself was nothing, but not long afterward, I was woken up by the WORST stink in all of your collective imaginations. I mean, it was
baaad. By the way, this naturally all happened in the dead of night - the smell was so strong it actually woke me up. So I went from bucket to bin to
bucket to bin and even stuck my freakin' head in but found no smell. None. Well, aside from the usual garbage smells.
By the time I had completed my tour and got back to the bedroom, that stink was gone. And I mean gone: it was the air of the alpines in there. And how
the heck had that happened? The suite was like 9.4 feet long and had tiny windows that wouldn't open, so where did this miraculous 'breeze' come
from? I wasn't frightened or anything - at the time, I just thought these things odd and forgot about them, although my cat continued to stare down
the hall. Sometimes with her dander up....
Ok, on with the story. This part needs a brief intro: oddly enough, the largest part of the entire suite was the bedroom, which featured a brick base
covering a large section of the wall: the base for the upper fireplaces. I thought it would make a cool headboard, so that is where my bed was. One
night, I again woke abruptly, this time when my head made a rather intense contact with those bricks and let me tell you, it hurt. First I thought it
was my cat jumping onto the bed (uh huh - all of 6 pounds against a Queen size double-decker) - don't think so. Now this time, I was a bit freaked.
After experimenting myself, I found the most likely cause would have had to be a good shove from the bottom of the bed up into the 'headboard'.
Although I already knew no one was in the suite and the only entry would have been from the laundry room, which was locked from the inside...well, I
went back to bed. Didn't sleep much, though, for a few nights after that.
One sunny Saturday morning, I was standing at my kitchen sink washing dishes when someone snuck up behind me and 'clapped' me on the shoulders (like
a pal would) and a million thoughts went through my mind, the top ones being 'it's my boyfriend but he doesn't have a key and I know the door is
locked anyway' and in that fragment of time, I had turned with a welcoming smile on my face, fully prepared to give my boyfriend heck for scaring the
living daylights outta me - and, yup. No one there. And that scared me.
I called my friend down the street and she came running right outta the bath (complete with face cream, towel on her head, bathrobe and slippers down
the back alley - it was so funny and so loving at the same time) - all I had said or was able to over the phone was that I needed her. And the first
thing she said to me?
"You look like you've seen a ghost!" I kid you not. Dead on - but I mean, really - she kinda looked like one herself what with being white from
head to toe lol. Needless to say, I stayed with her for a few days and then started investigating the background of this gorgeous place. Turned out it
was hand-built by a Frenchman who had come ahead of his new bride to prepare a stately home for her but that she died before he could complete it and
bring her home.
He had committed suicide in the basement of the building (more likely drank himself to death) - on my half. I learned this from the elderly landlady
who ran the place, but she had no names...it was before her time (and she been there for decades) but she knew what I was talking about before I even
got halfway through the story. She likely knew even before that, since previous tenants had complained about weird occurences there, too.
I had a conversation with my 'ghost' about not scaring me and my kitty and I was cool with it if he was. I had no trouble after that and moved
So there, I've shared. :-) Namaste.