Of course I live in a nice, big, four-bedroom, two-story house near San Bernardino, CA. The rent is pretty good, but after my family moved out, I found a co-worker who needed a place to stay for six-months. Needless to say, three years later, my roommate is still here, unfortunately. I say unfortunately, because our friendship has deteriorated to the point where we no longer speak (Familiarity so often breeds contempt doesn't it?) and the subsequent bad-vibes that seem to go along with these situations have grown a bit disturbing.
Sue's two feline whirlwinds of destruction, Rocco and Alvin, were well-along in age when they all moved in and within the first year or so, were put to sleep by the vet when they began to experience clear signs that their end was nigh. I love animals, but these two, Alvino, gray shorthair, and Rocco, coal-black, saucer-eyed, had to be the weirdest cats I had ever met. They were not cuddly at all, shunning any caress or affection (unlike my own two snuggle kitties). They are not missed by me, to say the least.
Isn't it said that animals reflect the personality of the owner? To be fair, the two cats had belonged to Sue's fiance who had passed from a heart-attack several years prior and Sue herself had been the victim of a brutal attack by homicidal patient at our workplace, so I tried to be understanding of the situation. A bit difficult when Rocco and Alvin would team up velociraptor-like to jump one of my kitties. (They just want to play, Sue would assert.)
After their passing I began using the spare room opposite of Sue's room to log onto my old PC. This room was and is still furnished as it was when my youngest brother lived with me, a twin bed along the wall, next to the student desk under the window. I would sit half-facing the view and and half-facing the doorway (paranoia from working at a jail).
After several weeks of daily logging in (free online language classes, sooo addictive, fun and useful, do try them!) I began to notice the strange, fuzzy, dark shadow that would seem to enter the room, walk along the twin bed towards the desk where I was seated and jump cat-like onto the bed, then just disappearing. The movement was so unobtrusive and I was so intent upon my lessons, that it would not be until some time after each event that I would realize what had just occurred and I would quickly to forget, putting it down to tree shadows dappling the light.
One day, less preoccupied than usual, I became alert as the shadow began its usual little ritual and turned to look at it. Of course, there was nothing there. At that moment I realized that there was probably some supernatural aspect to things, felt that this was a harmful entity and took spiritual authority over the shadow in Jesus' name, returned to it any harm or suffering it may have meant to cause to anyone or anything, and prayerfully banished it from my house. Have never seen it again from that day to this.
Hope not too long and boring, I dislike shadow stories myself, yet wanted to inflict my own upon everyone! And yes, I prayed that Rocco's or whoever's spirit would be at peace...