I promised to keep posted on any new activity in my haunted apartment. I have, as usual seen shadows here and there. There hasn't been any more sleep paralysis, maybe because as a new parent I am hardly getting sleep, but all joking aside, I have a few new experiences. But first I would like to post an experience I thought I had included in the other story but didn't.
When I got home from the hospital with Christopher, I began seeing a young man in the hall. It was always in peripheral vision. It was in the place of where I used to see a shadow of a human figure, now I am getting this apparition. I have seen him ever since, and he looks a whole heck of a lot like Jeff. I don't know if this is a doppelganger, or just a coincidence that a ghost happens to look like my honey!
On June 11th/12th it was pretty late maybe 1am, and I had just gotten done folding some laundry. The baby was sleeping in his bassinet, and I was watching a movie coming on. Jeff had gone to sleep just before I tackled the laundry. I had just kicked back to relax and see what movie was playing, when I heard foot steps. At first I thought it was Jeff. Then I remembered he had gone to bed maybe an hour earlier. I continued to listen and realized that they sounded like the footsteps of a small child, that of maybe a five year old. Then it sounded like something fell where the foot steps sounded from and then the steps stopped as if the person had stopped to pick up what they dropped, and then they just ceased. When I got up for a drink, I looked around the area for something that could have fallen but there was nothing there.
Something else happened the following Saturday, the 14th. It involved my oldest cat who seems to have wandered off and never returned. I am having awful luck with cats in this place! I had been at the lake all day with the baby, my sister, and some friends. When I came back, my little guy was all tuckered out and fell asleep after his bath and feeding. So I decided to get some dishes done. As I stood in the kitchen, my cat Puck was rubbing my legs. I reached down to pet him, and I hear the distinct sound of Pooh kitty's meow. Puck turned around and started tracking something I couldn't see in the dining room.
Since that night, at least once a day I have heard Pooh kitty's meow. I am so upset he is gone. I had taken him for stolen, or maybe even he chose to live somewhere quieter as he hates noise and babies are loud. But now I wonder maybe he did get hurt and die? Who knows! I do really feel though that Pooh had protected me from ghosts in a way. A lot of times something would be starting to happen, or already happening paranormally, he would show up and the activity would stop. Same with my old cat Muffin, and before Pooh, there was Lynk, before Lynk, Metalica.
Can cats ward off spiritual attack, and if so, could there be something targeting my cats to get to me? What do you think?