This story isn't scary. I decided to share it with you in case anyone had anything like this.
Since my first story here I was having little more strange occurrences that scared the crap out of me. I'm not sure whether or not it has some link between my passion toward the ghost-thing and me. Well let me guide you through.
Today's morning was a usual morning for me when I was getting ready for my workout. Since I threw away my last cigarette I decided to get back my bulk which I had 7-8 years ago before I met my ex-wife (she was a witch for god sake, not directly of course but I've never met energy vampire before throughout my whole life and she was one of that kind of creature with human face). Now back to the story.
I've been making some strawberry smoothies; I like to drink some beverages before my workout to give my muscles a little additional energy.
When I put all the ingredients in the mixer and pushed the button I've heard something which appeared to me as footsteps around the bathroom area. I turned the mixer off for a second... And I hear nothing.
I thought I was still like sleeping it was around 6 am at that morning and I have been sleeping for 6 hours in total. So shrugging it off as a sign that I should sleep more I continued making my smoothie.
Once I pushed the button again, guess what? Yes, exactly I heard the footsteps again, but one thing that was different at this time was that the footsteps were much louder and more distinct as if someone has been dancing polka and tried to emphasize each step or something like this. The only ones who can make footsteps that morning was my cat and I, but my cat definitely can't dance polka (at least I didn't see her doing this) and she can't walk as an adult man whose weight was at least 180 lbs either. I grab my bat and prepare myself for self defense against maybe robbers or intruder, I don't know. As I opened the kitchen door I saw nothing. I am a big guy, you know, and definitely not of those kind of men who is hiding or running away. But that night I felt a real apprehensive for my life.
I was shocked and irritated because I was (and still am) convinced that someone or something had been walking around my hall that morning. Someone with two feet regarding his (its) movement pattern.
I was standing there completely lost and curious.
My undercooked smoothie was still in the mixer. I took the mixer, drunk the smoothie, ate some cake.
While drinking I was thinking to myself about what happened I didn't know what to think. My cat was asleep. While drinking I didn't hear anything and nothing like this had ever happened that morning. Everything was quiet and peaceful.
As I finished with drinking I was about to get my jeans and shirt... While I was dressing up I look around and everything was pretty normal. Things were there where I left them, nothing was out of place and nobody was in the apartment accept me and my "dancing" cat. Just footsteps, two times in a row: loud, distinct footsteps and exactly I heard them around my hall, near the bathroom.
Well that's the story. I know maybe this one isn't worth any attention but anyway. Things happen and often we can't even tell for sure that we were just visited by a ghost.
Good day to everyone:)