I just published a story on here, not that long ago, and it's rather ironic, because in that story I was saying how all the activity had ceased, and, right after I wrote that, it picked up again! It's insane, how it happened like that. Then again, I did write in my other story that the activity here has a tendency to come and go. However, as nothing had happened for more than a year, I really believed- or wanted to believe- that it was over.
I also felt my dad was here, watching over me. I could feel his presence here. My dad, I did not mind being here. In fact, I wanted him to be here because it made me feel more at peace knowing that he wasn't gone... Knowing that he was still here with me made me feel safer and put my mind at ease. My dad passed on April 29th of last year. I feel, however, that he isn't here anymore. I don't know, really, how to explain it, but I just don't feel him here anymore. I think he's passed into the light and gone on.
While, yes, I suppose that's actually a good thing, it also makes me sad. My dad and I were always very close. My mom and I had a very rocky mother- daughter relationship, and we still do, but I'd always been close with my dad. My mom moved out of state recently, and took my dad's ashes with her. I felt, though, that my dad was still close and I would talk to him sometimes. I knew he could hear me.
I had a really sad dream, one time, that I was walking around my house and my dad was there. I saw him. He kept on saying "I'm right here! I haven't gone anywhere. I'm right here!" I woke up and I heard talking, coming from in my kitchen where our answering machine is. I first assumed that somebody was calling and leaving us a message, so I ran into the kitchen to see who it was. Only, when I checked the answering machine, NO ONE had called and we had no new messages. But I know I heard a voice. It was quite loud, even though I wasn't able to make out exactly what it was saying. I believe that was my dad. Just like in my dream, he was letting me know he was still there.
Recently, though, I've felt sad and alone, because I can't feel my dad here anymore. And, yet again, just like before, strange stuff is happening.
First off, I'll begin with the most recent thing. I was laying in bed, late last night, and I heard MY voice say "What?!" It was MY exact voice. I know what my voice sounds like, and it was my voice that I heard. I was laying down, staring at the wall, not able to sleep. Anton, my soon- to- be hubby, was next to me, but his voice is a lot deeper than mine, so it definitely wasn't his voice that I heard. No one was outside, either. I checked. But I knew it hadn't come from outside, anyways. I just checked to be cautious, but I heard that voice- my voice- as clear as day, come from right next to my bed.
We used to have a roommate, a nice guy named Marcus, who just moved out about a few weeks ago. I was sitting at my desk, writing, a few days ago, when I heard what sounded like Marcus going in his bedroom and closing the door. (The room that was Marcus's is right next to Anton and I's bedroom. You can always hear it when someone goes in or out of that room.) So, at first I thought nothing of it, and then I remembered, 'Oh wait, Marcus doesn't LIVE here anymore!' Then I assumed it might be Anton, so I went to see what he was up to. I called out "Anton?" Then I remembered that he'd left to go hang out with his friends. And, of course, when I checked, no one was in Marcus's old room, the lights were off and the door was still open, even though I'd heard it shut!
THEN, our friend Curtis was over, and I was in the back bedroom- that used to be my dad and mom's room- and Anton was there, too, and we were cleaning out one of the dressers in there that was still full of my mom's old junk. Curtis goes rushing in there, looking really scared. He says "Dude, I swear to god I just saw a ghost!" He said he thought, at first, that it was ME. He saw brown hair, and it was in a bun, like I always wear mine in. He said whoever it was had been wearing a white tank top, like I'd had on that day. He says "Hey Angel, what's up?" No answer. 'I' just kept walking and ignored him. Then 'I' went in Marcus's old room and shut the door behind me. So Curtis opens the door, kind of mad that I was ignoring him, only to find I'm not in there. It's empty. Then he hears me in the back, yelling at Anton about something.
So, then, I'll be honest, at first I thought he was lying, because Curtis is kind of prone to lying and exaggerating, and he likes to tell stories. Plus, I thought that if there was a ghost here I would sense SOMETHING. I did when my dad was around. I did when there were other spirits here. I could always sense SOMETHING. I don't know, I suppose my sensor's off or something! But, I said "Okay, if something or someone's here, can you show yourself, so I know you're really here?" Nothing. You could have heard a pin drop. I'm thinking Curtis is full of crap and making up stories again. So, later, I'm in my room and I'm laying down, reading a book, when I hear clapping. Literally, it was right next to my head, like someone was standing next to me as I was laying down, clapping!
And then, not long after that happened, me and Anton got in a big fight over some stupid thing, and I stormed out. I came back, a few hours later, and Anton shows me his back. He's literally got scratch marks on him, all the way down his back, on the left side. It wasn't bleeding or anything. Just red, and it looked, definitely, like human hands did it. You could even see the 4 lines, like someone used their fingers and raked them down his back. (He wasn't wearing a shirt.) He swore he didn't do it. He said it happened after I left. He thought he had heard me say something and assumed I'd come back. He went in the room to talk to me and then he got scratched. I don't really know what to believe, as I wasn't there when it happened.
It's just bizarre, because he USED to get things thrown at him all the time whenever he and I would fight. That was years ago, though. Nothing like that has happened in so long. I thought all that was over. It's just so strange that it's starting up again. I thought my dad was here, keeping me and Anton safe, but it seems like he's gone now.
I saw some strange black cloud, like a shadow almost, in my peripheral vision the other day, too, and when I looked at it, it disappeared. Then I heard a weird, popping kind of sound. My house does make noises, from time to time, as it's over 40 years old. But this was weird and I can't really describe it. It sounded sort of like the sound effects you hear in old cartoons. It didn't sound real. It was like a sound effect type of noise. It was definitely not a house- settling type of noise. I've lived in this house my whole life, and I know all the different sounds that it makes.
Then, recently, Dallas, who's a friend of me and Anton's, was here, and Anton was telling Dallas all about the scratching incident, and I said "I don't know, I'm still not entirely convinced." RIGHT after those words left my mouth, me, Dallas, and Anton ALL heard what sounded like a chair being dragged across the living room, but when we checked, all of the chairs were still exactly where they'd been. None of them had even moved. Then poor Dallas basically said "F*** this, I'm out," and she left!
I hear talking a lot and I think it's the T.V., because it's coming from the living room where the T.V.'s at... Only, when I go check, the T.V.'s always off, and no one's home but me. Anton has a new job, so he's gone more, now. Then, other times, like yesterday, I will leave the television on, and I'll keep the volume down low, only to have it mysteriously turn up louder all by itself!
It's all been so bizarre, and it's not like what I used to experience in this house, which was mainly residual stuff. This time it's different. I don't understand, first of all, why my dad's spirit doesn't seem to be here anymore. Why'd he leave? Especially if he was all that was protecting us from whatever is happening now, why would he just up and abandon us?! It doesn't seem right. It's really sad, too, because now my dad is really, truly gone. I miss him so much.