Voice and Salt

Hi there.

I’d like for you to not share my name or email address. I’ve never told this story to anyone and I don’t want to chance anyone I know reading this and knowing it was me. I know that’s a long shot though.

When I was 20 (20 plus years ago) and first moved out of my parents house and into my own apartment, I had an experience that scared me so bad that I literally dream about it weekly to this day. I had only been living in my apartment for about 3 months. Everything was fine. I hadn’t heard or seen anything that I would consider spooky or paranormal. I mean, like anyone else deals with daily, my keys would not be where I thought I had just left them. Or my shoes would be in a different part of the apartment than I thought. I had just been promoted to manager of the little store I worked at, so I just blamed me losing things on being tired and overwhelmed at work.

One night, I had just arrived home and was taking off my shoes when I heard a voice come from my bedroom. I couldn’t understand what it said but I could tell it was a woman or a young boy. My only door into the apartment had been locked and I was pretty sure my windows were too so I was certain there was no one in my bedroom. I figured it was probably something outside or a neighbor. I quietly (you know, just in case) walked to my room and looked in, but there was no one there. My window was locked and there was no one outside. I thought it was weird but figured there was an explanation.

About an hour later, I was sitting down to eat dinner when I heard the voice again. This time, I swear, I know this sounds crazy, but I heard the same voice come from under my dining table and this time I could tell it was a woman. I don’t have neighbors beneath me, so it wasn’t that. And I’m sure I heard the voice say something like “all of them” or “I love him”. I couldn’t quite tell. But I freaked out and started looking everywhere. My neighbor on that side of the apartment was a large guy so I know that voice wasn’t him. He also works nights so he wasn’t even home. There’s no way that mostly clear voice came from anywhere but my apartment.

Over the next hour or so, I heard the voice a couple more times in different parts of the apartment. I seriously just stood in the center of my apartment and listened. I was so scared but also kind of fascinated and convinced I’d realize the rational explanation any second. After awhile of not hearing the voice, I decided to do a little bit of a ritual to keep the spirit away from me. I lit an incense and walked from room to room with it. While doing that, I sprinkled this chunky sea salt I had around the doors and windows. Somewhere I heard that was supposed to keep a ghost contained or prevent it from coming into a space.

After an hour or so of not hearing anything else, I decided to go to sleep. I was still so freaked out that I decided to sleep on the couch so I could have the TV on. The next morning, everything seemed normal. Nothing had happened overnight that I know of. I went to work and told myself I was being silly. I heard a bird in the roof or somehow it really was one of my neighbors. By the time I got home from work, I had pretty much convinced myself I had been over reacting.

When I came into the apartment, everything seemed normal. I was so sure I had made it up that I just marched right in as if nothing had ever happened. My evening was normal. There was no voice or strange sounds. I had honestly just about forgotten about the whole thing. But that night when I went to bed, I felt like I was laying on little bits of gravel. It was everywhere in my bed between the sheets. I turned on the lights convinced it was bugs (I don’t know what to say about that; guess I’m scared enough of bugs to jump right to that). It was not bugs. It was salt. Chunky sea salt. I looked around in front of the doors and windows, because where else would it have come from? There was no salt on the floor anywhere. Not that I could see, anyway. But there was a good cup of it in my bed. That was made. And I hadn’t slept in the night before.

I broke my lease 2 weeks later. My landlord either wasn’t interested in the reason or he wasn’t surprised.

Thanks.
xx