To continue my story, I seriously thought I was just crazy. I began to believe all these images, names, noises, and likeness were all figments of my imagination. About a week ago, I was lying in my bed, thinking about everything that had happened before. I thought, "Nothing has even happened in almost a month now. Maybe I made all this up. Maybe those noises I heard were just normal creaks in the house."
After that thought, I truly began to believe I had imagined it all. I just thought SOMETHING would have continued to happen if this was real. Then I thought, "Wow, this really must have all just been in my head."
Right after I said that to myself, I heard the EXACT same noise I heard in the first story, coming from the EXACT same place it was before. I immediately took back what I said. I didn't have the courage to ask it to happen again, as I knew the consequences of that mistake from the first time. Nothing else happened that night, but I had asked it not to.
I have recently moved out of that house and into an RV in a different city. It is very strange. I don't get that 'someone is watching me' feeling like I did in my other house. It is very peaceful now. I can fall asleep instantly without hearing voices in my head, or the strange feelings I had in my other house, which only began to happen after that first night. Like I had opened some kind of portal in my house through this web site. I feel very confident that something is in that house. My parents still live there, and I will visit quite often. I will definitely keep ya'll informed if anything else happens. I just can't get over how different I feel in this new place. I thought I'd be more frightened being all alone in that RV. But I actually feel much safer. Well, when it comes to ghosts and spirits that is, haha.
Now that you have read that, I'd like to inform you that it didn't stay that way. A few days after I wrote this, something started to happen. I was lying in my bed. Comfortably and peacefully thinking. Out of nowhere, I start hearing this rock and roll music. It was very faint, but it was definitely rock music. I thought it might be my ringtone at first, but it didn't sound all that much like it, and then it kept on playing. I only have one neighbor next to me in the RV park, and they don't tolerate any loud noises at night. He's usually asleep before 10 and this was around 1 or so. I just laid there hearing this music, and then I hear this loud bang on the side of my RV. I could explain the sound if it came from the roof by something falling on it, but nothing could have made that noise on the side of it. I even investigated it the next morning.
After I heard the bump, I get the strange familiar feeling all over my body like I'm not alone. Then I hear this name, over and over and over again in a VERY deep voice, lower than Barry Manilow could get. It repeated the name Homer for about two minutes straight. I kept trying to change the word in my head. To make it say a different word. I tried homo (don't laugh, it's the only thing I could think of that sounded similar to homer) and home run, but it didn't work. The voice kept saying Homer. It finally stopped and I was able to get to sleep.
The next day I told my sponsor in Narcotics Anonymous, something some of you may be familiar with, but that's a whole other story. He thought I was crazy. Later that night, I got a text message from him. He said a man named Homer came to our group meeting that night, and he had never been before. He made sure the guy was all right, and he said everything was fine. I don't yet know the significance of the name Homer, but that was a very strange coincidence considering I've never met a man named Homer before.
A few days passed by, and then one night I start hearing rock music again. This time it wasn't like a song. It sounded like someone practicing on an electric guitar, and it was just a very strange thing to hear. It was kind of comforting though. Then I feel this pressure on my shoulders. I got the sensation of someone rubbing my shoulders, but it wasn't like I could feel fingers. It was just the sensation. I don't know if that makes sense, but it's the best I can do to explain it. I asked who was doing it, and a girl's voice said, "It's me Rebecca." I asked for her last name, and I can't even remember it. It started with an S, like Stow or Stone or something like that. Ok, I just heard a pack of coyotes which was pretty creepy sounding. (Currently sitting on a porch cause this is the only place I get wifi). But back to the story. After she said her name, she just disappeared. Nothing else said or anything.
I didn't get a vision of her like I do most of them. I think she'll be back though. I hope so. Maybe she can rub my shoulders again and relieve some of the stress from school, haha. I don't think she is connected to the rock music though. Hopefully, that spirit will communicate with me on a different level some other time. I will keep you all informed though.
Thanks for reading, and I'd enjoy any feedback.