Thoughtforms And Spirits Who Act For Others

I mentioned in my other story Sinister Presence During my Childhood that I had a bad time at the age of 18 and for a few years after that. I was depressed, lonely and prone to self harm due to many different factors including a longterm relationship which had just broken up and difficulties with my parents. The longterm relationship was with Fran, my friend that I mentioned in my other story He Saw His Father Leave His Body. Fran and I were very psychically connected and even after our relationship finished, we had a lot of trouble dropping the psychic communication. Whenever I cried and cut myself, Fran would hear me screaming in his head. No joke. It took 18 months for this to stop happening and for us both to break the ties. At this time, I was experiencing these distracting psychic problems and I was still at school but getting behind in my work because of my state of mind. Over the easter holidays my parents employed a tutor to coach me for my exams because they felt that I wouldn't get the marks I needed if I didn't have extra help.

Mr Jones, my tutor, was an extremely overweight middle-aged man who lived with his mother a few villages away from our house. All his life he had been a teacher but had been allowed to retire due to ill-health. He had never been married or had a girlfriend, he told me, because he had been morbidly obese his whole life. He appeared to have no social life apart from his mother, and a lot of time on his hands. He said he had loved women from a distance but they often found him too disgusting to have a relationship with him. He had bad diabetes and he couldn't stand up for very long before he had to sit or lie down. So our lessons were rather informal, to say the least. Being as lonely as I was I gradually began to warm to someone who accepted me for being myself, and somebody who had experienced loneliness too. He said he didn't care about my grades and he just wanted me to be happy again. Looking back now all I can see is a man who used my emotional vulnerability to get inside my head and refuse to leave, but at the time I thought I'd met someone who believed in me.

Mr Jones used to take me through several "relaxation exercises" where I would lie on the floor during our breaks from studying. Most of them were the usual ones you hear of - picturing countryside scenes, birds twittering, wind blowing etc, but during one of the exercises I recall, he got me to visualize and speak to a person he described to me in such acute detail I could see the person in my head. It was a small, humorous, hobbit-like dwarf man. In my head it was just a sketch like one of the dwarves from Snow White, but it came so easily to my mind. He told me that this "person" would be my counsellor and confidante and I could tell this "person" all my secrets. At the time I was in awe of how he managed to project this image into my head that I believed him and thought it must be some kind of counselling technique, and Mr Jones, although old and fat and still living with his mother, must have developed some sort of meditation skill out of his solitude. The dwarf exercise became an ongoing thing we'd do during our breaks every session. I would tell the dwarf how I was feeling while visualizing him (I never actually felt him there) and Mr Jones would do a guided meditation with me to get me into that state.

This was all fine until I went back to school and my tutoring ended. On our last day together he asked if he could take some pictures of me with his mother in their front room. I agreed of course, thankful to him for helping me through some of the bad times and I promised to keep in touch. I imagined "keeping in touch" meant I would send him my exam results when they came through and a thank you letter. This is not what happened. While back at school I started receiving persistent emails and phonecalls from Mr Jones insisting that I speak to him and that I wasn't being a "good enough friend" after everything he had done for me. This progressed to him emailing about five times a day, mostly during the early morning hours 2,3 and 4am and calling my house and my mobile about twice a day after school. When my parents picked up he told them he had something urgent to tell me about my tutoring and that I was ignoring his advice and that I didn't want to do well in my exams, which made them angry with me. When they passed the phone to me, ordering me to speak to him, he often told me nonsense about what he'd been doing that day, and reprimanded me for not returning his calls and emails. In most of the emails he told me that he wanted to know what I was thinking and feeling at every moment of the day, and that he was depressed and thinking about killing himself and only I could help him.

In the back of my mind I could see what was happening, but I was so young and naive and embarrassed my idealized "tutor/tutee" friendship had come to this, I didn't think about telling anyone. Compilation CDs started arriving from him through the post with songs dedicated to me, and a paragraph about each song detailing why he thought it was relevant to him and I. One of the songs was Elvis Presley "Suspicious Minds" which he said described how we couldn't "go on like this, denying our feelings about each other and arguing all the time..." He sent me copies of the photos he had taken of myself and his mother and the ones of him and I, along with a letter about how special our time spent together had been. Days later, he left three crying messages on my mobile answerphone in the middle of the night saying he was going to kill himself. I felt awful, of course, and tortured myself for thinking I had caused him to do this by not responding to him. I also felt I had been ungrateful for his help.

As I was undressing one night to take a bath, the first of many nights to come like this, the room became cold and I suddenly felt the dwarf he had made me visualize standing in the room, watching me. It was no longer the friendly, fun-loving creature he had described to me - I felt like it was here on a mission. I don't see the physical qualities of spirits definitively, but I see shadows and I can tell exactly where they are in the room and estimate their size and shape. This shadow dwarf "thing" was about three feet high and moving hesitantly closer as if it was "sneaking around..." I got a strong sense that it didn't know I had sensed its presence, that it wasn't necessarily conscious in itself, but something was driving it. Like a robot or a remote control car. I covered up immediately and left the room. The presence, of course, made me think of Mr Jones. I checked my email to find the usual messages from him, and immediately felt the presence of the dwarf again behind me. I moved through each room of the house and after I had been there for several minutes, I could feel the presence again and again. During the day, when Mr Jones was obviously tutoring other students, I felt nothing. But at night, when I knew he had nothing else to do, I felt like he had a CCTV camera into my life and was watching me through this thing, this whatever-it-was.

I know it's very easy to gather from this story that it was purely psychological manipulation on Mr Jones' part, but my psychic sense is strong, and this fact has been confirmed to me many, many times. The hauntings from this dwarf only stopped when I eventually told the authorities and my parents about Mr Jones' behaviour and he was cautioned and told to remove all pictures of me from his house. I feel like the less stuff he had of mine, the less he was able to access me. I've heard of throughtforms before, but I'm not totally sure what they are. I'm looking for someone to help me understand what he might have done, psychically? And how I might be able to prevent it happening again in the future? Apologies if the "frightening" part of this story isn't long enough, but I'll be happy to talk about it more in discussion.