I recently went to America to visit my girlfriend, who
is recovering from depressing episodes. I figured out what
effects her mood swings.
As we know certain ghosts are drawn to people who are
sensitive to them and welcome them openly, like she. They
also can tamper with your emotions.
One time while over there, we walked into the field located
behind her house. This was just after dusk. Just before we
entered the forest attached to the field I felt a pressure
against my chest, pushing me back. She just stood there
silently. Later, she explained she felt a great force,
powerful and evil, go through her. she wanted to give into
it, but I told her not to. I seemed to have enraged the
spirits with me telling her to ignore it.
One night, after watching Ringu, we wandered down into the
basement to watch some late night shows, cuddling on the
couch. We got tired quickly so we went to sleep on the fold
out couch in the basement. About 5 minutes after getting
comfortable, she complained for me to quit poking her. I
told her I wasn't, and the fact my hands where pressed to
her stomach, so it was impossible. She explained that there
was a persistent tapping on her shoulder. Thinking it was a
nervous twitch of some sort, she ignored it. Not long after
I felt a hand slid down my leg. I told her to quit it, but
then I realised her hands where on my back. I was about to
tell what ever it was to quit it when I felt something grab
my ankles, really hard, so I could barely move. I begged
her for us to go upstairs. She complained she was
comfortable, but I explained the fact it was grabbing me.
We quickly exited the basement and went to her room where
we sat, trying to figure it out.
A few days before I was expected to leave, I ran downstairs
to grab a few tiny doohickies. Before I went down I
suspected someone was already down there for I heard
someone open the garage door and walk down the stairs.
Imagine my surprise when I realised there was no one down
there. I felt something sort of flood towards me, I ignored
it and began to walk up the stairs. 2 steps up I heard
something come up behind me. Not normal footsteps, but
loud, angry ones, like someone wearing heavy steel boots. I
ran up the stairs, the stomping following me till I closed
the door and clung to my girlfriend.
My girlfriend still tells me all sorts of ghostly
experiences. I've had a few in my own home, but I believe
they may be my imagination. but I don't really think so.
Thank you for your time. Hope you enjoyed hearing of my
experiences.
Contact me here: hide@thedoghousemail.com
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