I have a ghost attached to me.
Let me just make a long story short. I'm a psychic and my room mate is a medium. Together we're dynamite, as in, together, we have stronger abilities and can sense, feel, touch, hear, and communicate better with spirits. As someone who doesn't have these abilities, activities with the paranormal wouldn't be much of anything than with someone who does. A Ouija board to some stupid teenagers who think its a game, wouldn't be as effective as to two teens who have pretty strong abilities, and should probably not even touch a Ouija board. Well we did.
I met a spirit. To describe him to you, he doesn't know very much about himself. He's young, and very afraid. Very VERY tall and born in 1919 and believed died at 19. He doesn't even know his name. He doesn't know how he died, and I honestly don't even know if he knows he's dead. When we asked his name, he spelled out random letters like N-O-J-H-G-K. Doesn't make sense. We would ask him again, and again it would go to N-P-I-J...you know, just random. Every time we did ask him his name, he would start with the letter "N". I asked him if we could just call him "N" and he accepted the nickname.
While communicating with N, we would constantly smell what smelled like campfire smoke. At times, while me and my best friend would have our hands on the planchette (the object you would use to put your hand on to communicate with spirits) he would take control of her hand and move it very close against mine and we would touch hands. He likes me a lot and he made that very clear through the hand touching. We closed the Ouija board session. That night was the first night I used a Ouija board.
The next morning I woke up feeling like I was being stared down and someone standing next to me. I was alone in my house so it was weird to feel someone in the same room as me. I was honestly freaking out. To make matters a little bit funny, I didn't want to take a shower. I didn't want to be naked in front of whoever was there. That's honestly how I felt though.
That day I was supposed to be trained at my new job. When I was in my car, I felt like I was feeling someone else's emotions, which were full of joy when I turned my music on. I knew it wasn't my emotions because I didn't have anything to feel like I needed to cry for joy. I also felt something next to me again. As I was in training, at one point I was alone. My pen began to roll out of no where. Not violently, but in a way of showing me that whoever was there, was there. I said under my breath, "Stop" and it did. When I got back to my car, I could smell nothing but campfire smoke.
Over the couple of days, he has done nothing but be as friendly as he can be. He protects me, and watches over me. He's attached himself to me, because he feels like I understand him more. He never leaves my side and told me he would NEVER hurt me.
Skipping a few events that have occurred to me, and two more Ouija board sessions, I began to get sick. The energy being used out of me, made me crash and have what was almost like the flu, but with no fever. I couldn't bare to walk, and I just wanted to lay down. I eventually saw my youth group leader, who I'm very close to. I told her everything and asked her to pray for me and over me. She couldn't help but to feel a cold sweat throughout the prayer. That night I went to my friends house and I felt him there. I prayed like I never prayed before. I started to cry, but it wasn't my tears. It was his. After a very emotional cry, he left... So I thought.
A month later, my friend and I moved in together. Ever since then, it's gone from good to bad. Like I said before, together, we are dynamite. I started feeling his presence again, and other presences as well. Me and my room mate promised to never do a Ouija board again, so we made a ghost box. We learned that there were 5 spirits. Me and my room mate have only encountered 3, but in a picture that we've taken just yesterday, we saw, indeed, 5 spirits. One sitting on the chair, one sitting on the couch, one on by the trashcan (all males) one woman spirit (which we hear cry), and of course N, standing right next to me.
We took a picture of the man sitting down on the couch. I asked him "If you want us to sit on the couch, would you stand up please?" Sure enough, he stood up after I asked the question.
I never know what to do with N. He's what you would describe as "Casper." Very kind, very loving, but yet, very attached. I can't help but to be attached to him as well. What am I supposed to do when we're both attached to each other?