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Most of my experiences has happened in my fathers home, located in Heidal, Godfirevalley (what the name of the valley becomes if translated directly into english), Norway.

I've written about my very first encounter earlier, " Some Kind of A Door Was Opened That Night" where I explained that my grandmother had a few rules when it came to ghosts and all things scary.

In my previous submitted story I used the first rule, to always try and find a logical explanation for what was going on.

In the experience I'm about to tell, I had to put her second rule to the test. To talk to them.

Two days had passed since I saw him. The ghost of our house. I had just about managed to be calm about it, accept what I had seen, come to terms with it. In my thirteen year old mind it helped a little that I wasn't the only one to have met him. I thought I'd probably never 'meet' him again, but I was wrong.

My room was always heated up as I was a very freezing child. My oven was always turned on, summer and winter. My room also smelled that of perfumes and hairspray, and the atmosphere in there was always good, warm, relaxing.

I had gone to bed for the night, and was in the state of mind where you're just about to start dreaming, yet you're still aware of your surroundings. That is when he came to visit.

I started feeling colder, despite laying under my thick covers and with the oven on. You know what is on the screen of the television when it's stuck between two channels? The static? Imagine that static image, as a feeling.

That feeling was what came next after the cold. In my entire room. The smells of perfume and hairspray vanished and my room didn't feel the way it should anymore.

I remember just laying in the bed with no understanding of how or why or what. This had never happened before.

Then my eyes were drawn to my bedroom door. It was closed, and I couldn't see anything. It was more a feeling that my eyes just latched onto. Every cell in my body told me there was somebody there, I just couldn't see them.

It felt as if I didn't control were I looked, because my eyes would slowly follow this feeling, slowly moving from my door, around the edge of the foot of my bed, then up along its side.

It wasn't until I felt the side of my bed go down a little, and saw the cover bend underneath something, as if somebody was sitting down, that I came to think of him. That shadow from two days ago.

Again I saw nothing but how the covers gave in, but then I felt something more. A cold sensation slowly down my arm, light as a feather, stroking me. Again and again.

I was frozen. Just like last time. I wanted to remove my arm but couldn't. Then it got up, and my eyes was again fixed on something now moving back towards the door. After the thing was gone, the static feeling disappeared, my room became nice and warm again, the perfumes returned, and that calming, good atmosphere returned. But I couldn't sleep.

This happened three more nights, one after the other. On the fourth I knew for sure it would happen again, so I was afraid to go to bed.

I sat at the edge of my bed, rocking back and forth. For some reason rocking back and forth is very soothing. I thought about the previous nights and what had happened. How it was exactly the same every night.

It had to be real. Just like with the livingroom. I started to sum up the happenings, everything from that first time I saw him. How he just stood there for what felt like forever, and just looked at me. How when I was about to look away and he made sure I didn't.

And now how he had come into my bedroom every night and stroked my arm, only to get up and leave again. So I wondered, still rocking back and forth, if perhaps he wasn't bad, evil.

I had lived there for years and he had never scared me, never 'shown' himself to me in one way or another, but he had made sure to mess alittle with the grown-ups. Then he just turned up the first time and made me aware.

And now he was stroking my arm. Maybe... I thought, maybe he's not trying to scare me. He hasn't hurt anyone. Maybe he's kind. Maybe... Just maybe... He's just telling me good night. Grandmothers second rule was to speak to them, and I thought I'd give it a go.

So I went back to bed and now I made sure to lay as far in on the bed as I could, to leave room at the edge of it for the ghost, in case he came to sit again.

And sure enough, he did. The cold, the static, the vanishing of all perfumes and the atmosphere I was used to, and ofcourse that feeling which my eyes kept following, until yet again I felt those strokes on my arm.

This time I managed to whisper " I'll be going to sleep now...so...good night...". Imagine a frightened, big-eyed thirteen year old girl whispering this. I wasn't exactly brave in my voice.

As usual the ghost got up and left the room, and my room became its usual again. The next night I waited, and waited, and waited, but he didn't show. That is when I stopped being afraid of him. He might be a dead man walking in my home, a ghost, but as far as I was conserned, he had never hurt anybody and I don't think he was actually trying to scare us. So I concluded that he was a kind man who perhaps simply wanted a friend.

He didn't do this again for months, but when my room did get cold again and the static returned, I actually smiled a little. He's always been there, always been a part of my life, and now I can't imagine that home without him lurking about, keeping me company when I'm alone.

Since then I'm convinced he's shown me his name too, but that is a story I'll submit soon.

Thank you for reading,

Sanguirina

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Jubeele (4 stories) (243 posts)
 
2 months ago (2017-09-28)
Ooooo...cold bum! Really hate that in winter when the seat is up. My husband still does that on occasion and leaves the seat down too. I bet he wishes he could blame that on a resident spirit, dog or cat whenever I catch him!
Sanguirina (4 stories) (14 posts)
 
2 months ago (2017-09-28)
Babygoatpuller - Could I suggest porcelain throne-surveillance? I'm so sorry but I am laughing from the many pictures your comment planted in the back of my head.
I'm not sure if you 'went' with the lid down, or with the toiletseat up, or quite possibly none of the above. Regardless, sometimes what the spirits does are funny in retrospect. It doesn't all have to be scary! 😆 Again, i'm so sorry about laughing, but I can't help it. It was funny!:D
babygoatpuller (4 stories) (369 posts)
 
2 months ago (2017-09-22)
Yes Sanguirina, I know about blaming the pets. I did for many years not only because it made me feel more at ease, but because I just didn't want to get up and investigate. 😆

Just the other night I heard a loud noise in my back bathroom and didn't pay it any mind. I figured it was my ghost and just felt too lazy to go look. Later when I had to use the facilities, I went in and and found he'd slammed the lid to the toilet down. (wish I'd gone and looked earlier) Couldn't have been anything but him. The dog and cat were both sitting with me.

It's VERY annoying to sit on the toilet seat either when it's up or the lid is down. You know what I mean. 😕

Can't wait to find out more about him! 😊
Sanguirina (4 stories) (14 posts)
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2 months ago (2017-09-22)
Babygoatpuller - To figure out who this spirit was in life, has often been talked about. My grandparents and parents have always had a nudge on just whom it might be, or rather, one of a few ' candidates' that could fit as far as they know. I am now quite certain of who it is, as I truly believe he himself tried to tell me. He gave me a name, or so I believe he did. But ofcourse I can't say a 100% that it is him, still when he becomes the topic of conversation, I use that name.

You know when you hear scary sounds, so you blame them on the pet of the house to feel some ease?...well I blame him and get the same ease, hah. " Ahh, nah... That's just the ghost, nothing to worry about. "

Thank you for reading!

Melda - Even with the fact that I do not live there anymore, it is hard not to be up-to-date on what has happened since the last time I was there. My grandparents and my father are always eager to tell me. For the same reason I submit my stories here, it feels better and relieving to talk about it with someone, or to simply get it off our chests. It is also one thing we all have in common, besides blood. Strange as it might sound to bond over a spirit.

I have seen some tanned tourists here these past few weeks, and it is funny to me when i'm as covered with layers of clothes as they are, in comparison to my countrymen who all are still wearing t-shirts and flipflops. Perhaps the winter of South Africa would still be a winter to me, haha.

Jubeele - Ahhh, i've felt so strange about being somewhat fond about a ghost, as in it being a part of the family now, so it is quite thrilling to learn that there are others with such a ghost of their own!:D

Regards, Sanguirina.
Jubeele (4 stories) (243 posts)
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2 months ago (2017-09-22)
My late Grandma used to have an old house with resident spirits who kept the family company. They were territorial though and didn't like sharing their space with 'outsiders', so tenants and tradesmen tended to get the giddy spells, cold spots and moving objects. Sounds to me that your resident spirit is much more benign, simply there to watch over members of the family. Blessings to you. 😊
Melda (8 stories) (667 posts)
 
2 months ago (2017-09-21)
Sanguirina - Thanks for your reply. You certainly seem to have a handle on what is occurring at your home. Please post more of your experiences. Your writing style is very impressive!

Winter in the northern areas of sunny South Africa will be like summer to you, except perhaps for the chilly nights and early mornings 😊

Regards. Melda
babygoatpuller (4 stories) (369 posts)
 
2 months ago (2017-09-21)
Sanguirina-

Have you been able to speak to your father anymore about this gentleman ghost? Any idea of who he is or where he came from at all? Are their any adults around from when you were a child and knew about this guy that you could talk to about it with?

I would say that he's probably harmless since you don't seem to have had any fear since you first "met" him. Sure, that first meeting you seemed frightened, but I think the fear was you being alone and so young. Thankfully, your father came home right away without questioning you.

I do look forward to hearing more from you. Thanks again for sharing.
Sanguirina (4 stories) (14 posts)
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2 months ago (2017-09-20)
He is absolutely not malevolent, atleast he's done nothing- or made us feel that he is. At that very time, I had simply not actually believed or neglected the idea of spirits, so he was more like a story than something real when I heard the grown-ups talk about him. Only a story until I met him myself. This is where I realised that he wasn't an evil-minded spirit. It was more or less like when grandmother used to sit at the edge of my bed to tell me good night. But as I said, it does still happen, but very rarely now. He mostly sticks to the hallways, the stairs and the livingroom.:)

He's been walking past them, been seen standing in the hallway, drawers being opened, objects moved, names being called when no one else has been home except the one who heard their own name. He once moved the remote to the tv as my brother reached for it to switch channels, probably thought it was funny to mess alittle with him. My brother cracked a smile when he told us about it.
There are months when nothing happens, just tiny sounds or strange little things that we do not count as anything supernatural, like things going missing, which we consider to be our own fault unless ' it was right there a second ago and now it's gone ' occurs. Then there are times when he's more active, like that remote or the drawers.

The idea of winters anywhere is enough to make me freeze, haha.

Regards, Sanguirina
Melda (8 stories) (667 posts)
 
2 months ago (2017-09-20)
Sanguirina - It seems that this entity has been around for years and has never harmed anyone, so he obviously isn't malevolent.

Before commenting further, I would like to know a bit more about his interactions with you and other family members. If a ghost gets into bed with you, I think he's going too far. I'm not suggesting that he displays any inappropriate behaviour but I simply don't think that he belongs there. Anyway, that's just my opinion and I look forward to reading your update.

By the way I'm not surprised that you were a "freezing child". I spent two months in Helsinki, winter time, and I know how cold it is in Scandinavia!

Regards, Melda

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