Story #46 Location : Argentina This is my first time here so I apologize if I make any mistake, also Id like to state that English is not my native language, so please be patient if I dont write very well. My stories are not big ones, not absolutely scary, I have seen many strange things in the former house I lived in, and never figured out what the hell those things were. I hope some people here could give me some clues. First Id like to say I have never played Ouija there, Im catholic and I know that its something not to mess with. All I know is that the mother of the owner of the house passed away there many many years ago. My first encounter was with who I call the man trespassing the wall. It was 1999, my mother died in 1998 and that winter around 9pm I was alone watching TV, my dad was out, working. I had to take out the garbage so I picked up the bag and went out to the corridor. It was dark; the only light came from my neighbours window, 6 meters ahead. That was the first time I saw him. Everything was so quick, quicker than lightning, but its burned in my memory. A very handsome man, tall, long black hair, dressed in full black long coat, stared at me directly to the eyes, like saying I saw you. His eyes were yellowish, like cats eyes. He trespassed the wall next to my neighbours window. I quickly went back home, I was so shaken that I couldnt stop my hands shaking and couldnt speak again for at least 30 minutes. In other circumstances Id have had a crush on that guy, but watching someone trespassing a wall makes everything different. Before I saw him, I felt something staring at me in the corridor, but after I saw him, I hadnt that feeling anymore. It was days later, I had finally gathered courage and went to the corridor looking for him, but never saw him again. I had a friend who studied hermetics magic (sorry not familiarized with those terms in English). He asked me two things: Did he look scary? Is the colour black bad for you? I told my friend he did not scare me -maybe shocked is the more appropriate word- and of course black means like armor to me, I wear black myself a lot, so much that some people think Im into Goth. He thinks it was a protective spirit that took a form that would be beautiful to my eyes not to scare me. Have any of you seen something like this? My second encounter was with smoke in the air. I was in my room, late at night. I had just turned the lights out and I was trying to sleep when I felt compelled to open my eyes. I saw a white thing trespassing the wall of my room (on the other side of the wall its the house of the woman who rented me the flat). It was a floating smoky line like that you would see if you walk with a lit cigarette in a hand, but without the hot fire spot, just the smoke. It continued through the room and disappeared once trespassed the window. It happened twice in different years. The second time I wasnt scared, I just prayed and immediately fell asleep. Again in my room, I was with my German shepherd and my Siamese cat (Both rest in peace my friends). Suddenly they both started to stare at a fixed point at the ceiling where the wall again leads to my neighbours house (she is the woman who rented me the flat as I have said before). I tried to distract them, but they kept staring at the point determined. I had heard of such behaviour on animals and they say they can see more than we can, but before I checked there was no insect or a spider web being moved by the air. Nothing was there, not eve a shadow because lights were on. Then once again I started praying to God, immediately my animals were back to normal playing, etc. Animals staring the ceiling In my new flat I dont sense anything strange at all, sometimes I see a white shadow from the corner of the eye but nothing ugly. The flat I visited before renting my current home, made me feel uneasy I told my mother in law You might laugh at me, but I dont like it here, I feel that the house doesnt want me. She looked at me with surprise and told me she felt the same. Any help would be welcome. This happened at least 3 times. But it always stops when I pray. I also have a San Benito medal hung on my front door, its a Saint.
Posted on: Tue, 28 Jan 2014 23:40:00 +0000
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