I've returned again for yet another story on my infamous house ghost of mine! This occurred only around a week ago, so nothing is being exaggerated due to time's sake.
It's the favorite months of any teen: June, July, and August. I had just recently returned back from a twelve day trip to Japan, and frequent visiting sites were a many shrines scattered about multiple areas in the cities we stayed in. I'm still sensitive to spirit filled places, especially those that are centered around praying and strong traditions rooted in nature's finest superstitions.
After I came home and settled back into my cozy apartment, I noticed a rather muggy feeling in the air and a darker tone of light set to my room. I began to believe that I just hadn't been inside of my room for such a long while that it might have been me missing everything like the way it was when I left. I was able to sleep fine for the first few nights, and my days went undisturbed with no ill or saddening thoughts.
Then I had this sudden urge to reach out to my old spirit guide that I mentioned in previous stories by the name of Todd. During one particular evening as my mom headed out for her evening walk, I spoke in a softened voice to myself, eager to hear a reply back later that evening, along the lines of me wishing he was here with me again to comfort me and to watch over me while I slept, just so I could keep myself from having recurring and toss-worthy nightmares.
Staying up late at night like I usually do, I decided to chat up a friend on Skype for a while as we talked on and on about silly banter. Midway during our conversation, we were only typing back and forth so I wouldn't wake my mother up in the dead of night. I heard a low rumble of a voice in my headphones, not even from his background or from my own really. My friend was making no noise obviously as his cam was visible, so I decided I was just hearing things. Then I heard more clarity in the voice, saying something along the lines of, "Don't speak to him... You must be..." An odd electrical buzzing sound came through my headphones and freaked out my poor laptop and turned off my camera, so I wasn't the one visible to my friend. Then the call ended abruptly. I called my friend back a few minutes later, watching the puzzled looked on his face as he typed, "What happened?" I shrugged off this as a prank, and decided to say my goodbyes and to go straight to bed.
As I looked up wistfully at my ceiling with a sort of a blank and dry expression to my face, this annoying tapping came from the left side of my room, where my vanity and sink combo are located. Thinking it was the freon in the crappy AC unit, I turned my head into my pillow and closed my eyes. The tapping was much too rhythmic for the pops and pings of metal to make such a noise, and it echoed as something not so dense, such as fingernails. I shot up from my bed, and stared directly at the source. It stopped at the drop of a hat. I slowly set my head back into my pillow and turned the other direction. A few moments later, the tapping resumed at the wall I faced my head to. I whispered sternly and dryly, "Todd." It stopped without any further hesitation. I closed my eyes peacefully, until only another incident took place. He sat slightly off of the foot of my bed and made a loud clapping sound, causing me to wince.
Honestly, I believe that Todd is becoming more active without me using a spirit board anymore. Good or bad some ask? I see why there is nothing wrong here. I feel no instant hit of terror when he is in my room, nor do I become wide eyed when I feel him near me or at the noises he makes. But for a public question, why is he so attached to me still, even after four years have gone by?