Back in '78, my friend Dave was living with his future wife on Washington Avenue, in Lorain; it was an upstairs apartment, part of a divided house.
We were somewhat used to strange things happening, as we all were interested in the occult to varying degrees. So, when things started happening around their small apartment, they were taken in stride.
The entranceway to the living room seemed to be a focus for activity- there was a constant cold spot there, regardless of ambient temperature, and the scent of an old-fashioned perfume (which Stephanie never wore) could often be smelled in that spot. Also, their cats seemed to be drawn to it, often walking around it in a circle, as if waiting to be petted or picked up.
Objects would vanish from their usual places, only to turn up in plain sight somewhere else. Dave and I, coming up the back stairs one night, saw a translucent cat standing on the porch looking down at us... It ran to the railing, and vanished.
The strangest thing that happened to me was this...
It was a Friday night, and I was going to crash on their couch, as Dave and I had some stuff to do the next morning. The couch had one end up against the living room wall, so that if you entered the room, you walked parallel to the back of the couch, to about the center of the room. When I lay down, my head was at the end by the wall, and I could hear Dave and Stephanie in their room, talking. The streetlamp outside the window gave a dim glow to the room.
I became aware of a presence in the entrance... I could see nothing, but I could plainly feel it. Whatever it was moved along the back of the couch, around the end, and up the front until it was right near my head. I wasn't frightened, perhaps a bit unsettled.
Then, it spoke, in a whispery, feminine voice,
"He looks so nice laying there".
The presence faded, leaving me with a question...
WHO was it talking to?