It's been a while since my last post because I was really pre-occupied with work and school for the last few months. Anyway, if you remembered my story about my boyfriend's place, I forgot to mention that there is a ghost there that slams the bedroom door. Here's the story.
When my boyfriend moved there I just noticed a spirit that will hug while I'm doing the dishes or while I'm cooking. I don't feel any dread or fear when it's around. It just wants to cuddle me for a reason I do not know.
It was Saturday morning and I just came from school since we have no classes after my first subject. I thought my boyfriend was already home since his shift was to end around 6 am. I came there and found no one so I got upset and called him because he was still with his friends and having a drink. We were already arguing over the phone so just to make things cool down a bit I did not answer his phone calls anymore. I took a shower and went to the bedroom. I left my cellphone in the living room.
I was really upset at the time and I just cried. That was when I felt the male spirit hugged me. My boyfriend keeps calling me but I refused to stand up and answer his call. I know that if I do not answer his call it will automatically be diverted to my voicemail which I can retrieve at a later time. Here's the thing, everytime the phone will ring, the feeling of being hugged for comfort will leave. When the phone stops ringing, the feeling will come back. I fell asleep and when I woke up my boyfriend stormed to the bedroom, woke me up, and asked me why I was dropping his phone calls. I was like, "WHOA! Easy! What the hell are you saying? You found me sleeping here right? I just went to sleep so that we will not argue anymore." The arguement went on and he was accusing me of something I did not do which is dropping his call. I was already crying then all of a sudden the door opened then was slammed really hard. He was startled and so was I. He left the room and checked my phone which is still in the living room. He checked the call logs and he said that his calls were not on the list for missed calls or answered calls.
My boyfriend and I were lying in bed, talking. He stood up and opened the bedroom door. He went back to bed with me and continued talking about our work. He started to stroke my hair when all of a sudden the bedroom door suddenly slammed furiously. The main door was locked as well as the windows since it was a rainy afternoon.
My boyfriend went out to buy our cigarettes and I was alone in his apartment as usual. You know those times that when you are about to finish something like a report you will say out loud that you are almost done? I was doing my report and it was almost lunch. I said out loud, "I don't want to eat lunch without finishing this report." Bad idea. Right after I said it, the door slammed again furiously, I was like, "OK! What was that?" I checked the bedroom window and it is closed and I remembered closing the door a while ago since I'm not comfortable leaving doors open. I told my boyfriend when he came home and he had this big question mark like face in front of me. He just told me to have lunch then finish my report.
My boyfriend and I just finished making love. (Sorry I have to tell this [^_^]). We were still in bed and I was facing the wall. My boyfriend was hugging me from behind and playing with my hair. We heard the door creaked. We both did not move then all of a sudden the door slammed furiously, again. I know it is not my boyfriend because his legs are wrapped around my thigh. I stood up and checked all the windows and doors again but needless to say, everything was closed. I just sighed then went to the bedroom again.
Those were the only instances that the door slammed furiously like someone was really upset and shut the door. My boyfriend moved last February of this year back to their house in Novaliches and the story will continue from there. I will post the story soon. Thanks for reading and your inputs are welcome.