posted on Aug, 15 2012 @ 09:29 AM
I've had plenty, a few of which I'll relay as briefly as possible, as some have been posted in earlier threads.
- in the early 2000s, eating an apple with one hand while chatting online with the other, being unusually and acutely aware that the apple was
impeding my ability to type, then literally transitioning from this thought to the realization that I was now typing with both hands, apple no longer
an impediment. Figured I must've spaced out and dumped it in the wastebasket under the desk - not in my nature but not impossible to imagine - but
it wasn't there. I combed the entire apartment for hours, even looking outside the property beyond the windows just in case I was THAT spacey but
never found it, and it's bothered me to this day. I always stop before I reach the core because I hate the texture near the seeds so I know I
couldn't have eaten it all while distracted. Biting into a seed once made me gag and I never made that mistake again. (The memory of the incident
remains fresh today because I posted it in LiveJournal within hours and I still have the original post in my website journal.)
- in the same apartment as above, which I shared with my then-boyfriend, random items routinely disappeared and reappeared days later in full view in
a spare bedroom. The room itself was strange - impossible to keep tidy despite our best efforts, and every time I dragged everything out into the
corridor to re-arrange it seemed to set things off - the disappearances, strange vibes and a sense of being stalked, just general weirdness. My
partner never experienced it except vicariously but one of my neighbor's kid did, and in the same area of the room where I always sensed the most
negativity (closet area). I didn't let on that I felt anything because I didn't want to scare her, but it sort of confirmed my suspicions.
- when I moved out of the apartment after my breakup I stayed with a retired relative of my ex. (I have issues that make it impossible for me to stay
alone at night, so his mum arranged it.) For the first time I felt like I was in a safe place, no negative vibes whatsoever. The relative was a
devout Christian and I assumed this was the reason. (I'm not.) All was well for the first few months, then one night I went out to see a friend's
band and when I returned I sensed something was 'off' when I walked into my room. I couldn't put a finger on it but figured I'd probably had too
much to drink after laying off for so long. As I lay in bed I got a strange vibe from the area of the closet but dismissed it as an effect of the
alcohol. Starting in my freshman year of college I'd had problems with closets where I'd wake up in terror and realize the door was open, close it
and suddenly all was well. I'd noted after moving into the house that I could sleep with the closet doors open without a problem.
Well, the next morning was when things started to unravel. I lived near the beach and I often took long walks there, wearing a ratty old pair of
Ralph Lauren canvas sneakers with even rattier tube socks, which I'd stuff into the shoes and kick under the bed for easy access. I reached under
the bed to grab them for my morning walk and they weren't there. Combed the entire house, upstairs, downstairs, the garage, the entire yard and
gardens - nothing. Who the hell would take such crap from my room when all my nicer shoes - including newer versions of the same sneakers - were
clearly visible? Then over the course of the next few days I noticed other items missing, random things like one of two plastic cases of burnt disks
stacked below a shelf of original DVDs that remained untouched, a discontinued local dollar bill from a recently ordered Liverpool FC velcro wallet,
the front of which appeared inexplicably singed despite being kept in a dresser drawer with items that were unaffected, and other trivial items. My
first assumption was theft, despite the random nature of the missing items and the fact that both cash and valuables (crystal and jewelry) were left
untouched, but then the strange vibes started just like in my previous home, and when the cats refused to come into my room and would stand just
outside the door instead of slinking in to rub my legs and remind me it was feeding time, I started to panic. The owner accused me of bringing demons
into the house and things got a bit ugly. I'd been convinced for years that "things" followed me no matter where I lived - usually with a grace
period of a few months - and this seemed like proof. I started praying at night and it helped me sleep, and eventually I believe I found a way to
banish whatever had been haunting me, as the activity decreased and the cats returned after I experimented with my own 'incantations' one night.
The missing items never re-appeared (I was sure they would after my experiment) but I often wondered if they showed up in that room of the old
apartment. I was never crazy enough to ask the subsequent occupant, though.