If you read the first story, you would know that I've had something following me around and it often makes me feel uncomfortable. But it's like watching me from a distance, I can feel its presence but it rarely makes itself known. Sometimes, like I said in the first story, I hear three soft knocks from somewhere as if its announcing its presence. Usually that's it. But after I wrote the story, I remembered one period in my life when the presence was very active and very, very unhappy.
I had moved out of my parents house and was living with my boyfriend in an apartment. I don't think the presence, the spirit, or whatever it is liked my boyfriend at all. He had a huge problem with lying, and not just to me. One night while I was lying in bed and my boyfriend was watching TV downstairs, I heard the familiar three knocks on the door. I waited in silence, and noticed that the air felt heavy and thick with its presence. In the closet only a few feet away from me I heard something slide across the shelf. We had a sheet of plastic at the foot of the bed, and I began to hear someone walking across it. The plastic crinkled under every footstep as it slowly got closer to the bed and to me. I was terrified! I jumped out of bed, ran out the bedroom door, and downstairs to where my boyfriend was. The presence had never been so personal before. It had never gotten so close until then.
The following nights my boyfriend and I would lay in bed and watch and listen as the blinds moved around with fervent aggression. They were twisted and lifted up until they were 180 degrees and then suddenly dropped, slapping against the window. They did this repeatedly, keeping us from falling asleep. I would have believed that it was the wind, except I checked and there wasn't any wind that night. And wind wouldn't be able to suspend the blinds in the air like that. Other than the blinds, the plastic again began to crinkle under weight as if someone were walking on it. Everywhere else in the apartment we could hear random bangs and pounding.
One night I felt very sick to my stomach and couldn't figure out why. I didn't eat for fear it would cause my nausea to be worse. All around me I could feel the thick air, like a cloud, of the presence. As I laid in bed, agonizing over the pain in my stomach, I could still feel its presence in the doorway. I sat up and tried to "feel" it. I didn't feel scared or threatened. In fact, I felt like it was watching over me. Then I did something that I can't explain, and I'm sure many people will be skeptical. But I assure you this is what I believe happened, and I'm curious if anyone has ever done this with a spirit before. I could feel its energy all around me, and soon I started to feel better. After about a minute or so, I was completely better and all the pain was gone. Whereas I had felt lethargic and fatigued before, I suddenly felt energized and excited. My whole body was tingling with a kind of electricity surging through me. I've heard of scary stories about spirits stealing the energy from electronics or people before, but I haven't come across any story about a person receiving energy from the spirit, even a healing energy.
I'm not with that boyfriend anymore, and I haven't experienced as much activity from the presence since (about 2 years ago). I'm married now, and now the "spirit" exists as only a fleeting thing barely even there in the background.