There's a ghosty in my flat!
Well, I’m not sure if I believe in ghosts, but there’s most definitely something there. I’ve lived in my flat for almost 7 years and for the first 3 or 4 there would be a tapping on something or another. I’d wander round all perturbed trying to find the source of the tapping and even when I was looking directly at what, I logically thought, was being tapped, I couldn’t see anything. I would never feel alone in there, I always felt like there was something next to me or having a nosy around. One day I was in a mard, and self consciously told it to go away and leave me alone. And it did! A few weeks later I felt guilty. It wasn’t harming anyone, it wasn’t extreme or anything so I told it that it could come back if it wanted to. And it did! I’m not quite sure why I did this; I’m not a crazy ghost lady, honest.

The last couple of years have been a bit strange. There were a few months where I’d feel something touching me. The first time freaked the fuck out of me. I was sitting on the sofa minding my own business and watching telly when I felt a cold, very very cold, solid finger touch me. It stroked me from my neck just below my ear, across my cheek to just below my eye. There was nearly poo everywhere that night. The second time was like a cold pocket of air blowing though my legs. Through as in through flesh and bone, not in between the two legs. There was no wind that night, everything was shut; I looked everywhere and there was nowhere for a breeze to come from. There were other ‘touchings’ over the next few months, it especially liked my hair, but they stopped. Now its things going missing and re-appearing. I’ve got a pile of beach stones arranged artily on top of my TV. One day the top one fell off and disappeared under the TV unit. I kept reminding myself to retrieve it but always forgot. 3 days later, the stone that fell was back perched on top of its friends. I shat breeze blocks after that episode, I tell you. There was the DVD incident too. I pulled a DVD down as I was planning to watch it one evening that week. When I finally sat down to watch it, it had gone. It re-appeared 6 days later in the bathroom cabinet. Mischievous little paranormal bugger.
(Beacon, Tue 12 Apr 2011, 11:34, 8 replies)

You are a crazy ghost lady.
HTH
( Dr. Shambolic je suis charlie, Tue 12 Apr 2011, 12:00, closed)

Thanks
I shall send my crazy ghosts with gifts for you!
(Beacon, Tue 12 Apr 2011, 12:11, closed)

Dementia isn't contagious.
But thanks for the thought.
( Dr. Shambolic je suis charlie, Tue 12 Apr 2011, 12:15, closed)

Thats what you think
The ghosts tell me otherwise.
(Beacon, Tue 12 Apr 2011, 12:23, closed)

extra click
for the use of the word 'mard' and 'paranormal bugger'

:D
(mr-lizard Hell's teeth man!, Tue 12 Apr 2011, 12:08, closed)

Heh,
thanks, I like words!
(Beacon, Tue 12 Apr 2011, 12:23, closed)

I rather like this.
Have a click.
( Je suis un vagabond is an unfunny, up your own arse middle class knob, Tue 12 Apr 2011, 12:12, closed)

we told it to go away
and away it goes, precious!
( Smash Monkey lowering the tone of the whole internet, Tue 12 Apr 2011, 19:36, closed)