Over a span of twenty-two years, I've come to learn that living in a haunted space or simply being a sensitive person is a lot like sharing your home with a cluster of usually invisible cats. They're clingy, occasionally affectionate, a little snobby, mildly self-involved, and you're never sure if it was somehow your own fault or one of your darling felines that sent a box of sewing supplies toppling off the coffee table.
My fiancé's home is pretty prone to kitty-like behavior, and I'm not sure he's noticed. I haven't spoken to him about it for a few reasons.
1) Even though he believes in the paranormal, I'm not sure he believes it visits his home.
2) After discreet "testing," I originally came to the conclusion that what's going on is either a poltergeist that'll eventually go away or...
3) Because (outside of one instance) I don't naturally "feel" a gender, age, or general appearance (which I almost always can with good accuracy), I think that if it's a haunting, the spirit obviously doesn't want me to know much about it and probably doesn't want anyone getting too personal with it.
Normally, it waits until my fiancé (let's call him David) is asleep or absent to make itself obvious, but I've heard tapping on the window a few times when David and I are awake and together.
When David isn't around or is asleep beside me, the door will go from fully closed to open and back again. Posters and pictures will shake without the A/C or fan on. There will be louder and more frequent knocking. Once, while David was outside and we were there alone, the door came open and I had the vivid impression of a man entering the room but then the impression and feeling of someone entering was gone. The air was totally back to normal.
None of these things are at all alarming or frightening. I also spent a while trying to debunk them. Last week, though, it actually got interesting.
It was mid morning, and David and I had the house to ourselves. When I woke up, he wasn't in the bed with me, and I played on my phone for a while before going to the bathroom to brush my teeth and freshen up in general. I left the door cracked, and after a minute or so, I heard David open up the bedroom door and tell me, "Good morning, butt!" (Butt is a silly thing he calls me no one else knows about.) I yelled out that I was in the bathroom, and he hollered back, "What'd you say, babe?"
I walked out of the bathroom to see him, but he wasn't there. I wandered through the house for a few minutes to find him, but I couldn't. Finally, while I was standing in the kitchen, he came through the front door and said, "You're out of bed, I see." I hugged him and told him I'd been brushing my teeth when he came to tell me good morning, but he just looked at me funny and said he'd been outside for an hour. I asked if we'd had company or if he greeted anyone or spoke to anyone or if the neighbors were chatting, and he told me no.
If the spirit is talking to me, I think that's more interesting. I'm not sure why it did. I'm not sure why it sounded like David or why it called me his silly name for me or why it called me babe. I don't even know if this is something that was originally human or if it's good or bad. I would have posted sooner, but David and I have been out of town.
Advice or opinions?