It has been quite a while since I last submitted a story. But then again I haven't had any over the real encounters in a few years either.
Honestly, I started not to even submit this story because I felt that it wasn't all that significant, but what happened was pretty interesting nonetheless. It is at least worth noting.
Okay, a few days ago (this past early Sunday morning around 4am or so) I was reading through a few ghost stories on this site (I don't post anymore but I do visit this site occasionally to check out stories during my past time).
There was one I happened upon titled 'No Peace For Rusty'.
Just in case you haven't checked it out, it's about a young teenager named Edward "Rusty" Riddle who committed suicide by gunshot at Taylorsville High in Salt Lake City, Utah. I just gave a brief synopsis. I posted the title already so all you have to do is find it and read through it for yourself.
Anyway, as I was reading the person's encounter with "Rusty" I found it quite intriguing, so I went and did a little research of my own via Google to find out more info on this poor restless soul.
After reading Rusty's obituaries following the ghost story about him I was starting to feel a bit sorry for him, ya know.
Within a few minutes of feeling sorry for the guy I started to feel not necessarily a "presence", but I felt what I can describe as "energy" or "emotions" that weren't mine.
After thinking about it for a second I immediately knew that "Rusty" was trying to impress his emotions on me being as I had just started feeling sorrow for his soul and looking through his online obituaries.
After a few more minutes is when I started to feel the actual presence beginning to manifest. The area of the room I was laying in starting to become a bit cold.
At the time there was a family member (Not going to say who) laying down asleep on the floor in my room, so I definitely didn't want anything like that happening while they were around.
At that point I said somewhat out loud "No, No!", "Uh Uh!", "I'm not trying to manifest any spirits around here!" - or some things to that same effect. I then closed out of the browser tabs that had Rusty's ghost story and the obituaries I was viewing.
A few minutes after I said that the presence and energy started to fade away.
I admit, I was pretty startled because of how intense the feelings were getting, especially considering that the guy in the story experienced the SAME THING! But I wasn't like on edge or scared or anything like that.
Over the past several years I've had experiences where I would be talking to someone about spirits, especially my dad, and we would start feeling a presence around us. From that I've learned that spirits are around us all the time and you can literally talk them up, think them up, or even "feel" them up. The realm of spirit knows no boundaries.
I guess in this case Rusty must've wanted to connect with me to let me know the pain that he is probably STILL feeling for what he has done to himself. I hope his soul finds peace, but that was a pretty creepy experience. Lol.
Just thought I'd share this!