One Crazy Night

I would like to start by saying I have had feeling many times that there was someone watching me as well as hearing things go bump in the night.

I grew up in a small town in PA. I worked in a theater, that in the early 1800's was once a barn. However in all the years I was there I heard things but never saw anything.

Then when I decided to move to NYC I moved in with a friend of mine and a few other people. The apt. was crowded, it was a two bedroom with six of us living there. I was told by one of my roommates that the apt. had some spirts in it, one of a older man and one a cat. I was told they were friendly and didn't really mess around with you. They would just walk from room to room and every once and a while look around the corner at you to see what you were doing.

As time went on I would think I saw something out of the corner of my eye and turn to look only to find nothing there.

One night we all had a party. Our roommates were moving out and it was turning out to be just my friend Scott and I. The apt. was full of people and everyone was having a blast. I went out to our back porch to talk to a few friends to get away from all the noise.

I was out there talking and I was also thinking about how much I had recently been thinking about my grandfather. He had passed away when I was 5 years old. I thought it was weird being that it has been 15 years since his passing and how I didn't really remember him that much. I wish that he was still around so I could have grown to know him better. Then I had this really weird feeling that someone else was standing next to me. I thought someone had come out to join us so I turned to look and see who it was. I looked and it was an older man in a suit. I turned back and looked at my friend to see if he saw it and then looked back only to see the man smile then fade away.

I ran into the house and went into my bedroom at the time I was sharing with my friend Scott. He saw me run in there and came running. He asked what was wrong and I told him what happened. I asked if I had finally seen the ghost that lived with us? He said that he had never seen our spirts full figure he just saw a shadow. He is very into the supernatural and Wicca so I was surprised to hear he never got a good look at him.

So I am wondering was it my grandfather? I didn't see a clear face to know for sure but I do know that after seeing him I felt an overwhelming sense of peace. Since that night everyone moved out and it is just Scott and I.

We repainted and fixed up our place and neither of us has seen anything in months.