My friend Jeni has lived in her home for six years. Around the third year, she had a frightening experience I'll never forget.
Jeni was just settling into bed one night, when she heard the rustling of a plastic grocery bag. Thinking it was one of her cats playing with a bag on the ground, she threw the covers off her to scoot them away.
She sat up in bed to find two women standing in her room. At first she thought, "I'm being robbed!" because she had left the front door unlocked. As she got up out of bed, one of the entities noticed her, and started to come toward Jeni with her arms outstretched.
Jeni screamed and jumped back into bed, throwing the covers over her head. After about ten seconds she got up the courage to throw the covers off of her, and jumped out of bed and ran toward them, screaming bloody murder.
All of a sudden the women vanished in into clouds of black smoke. One went out the window, and one went into her closet. She never saw the entities again, but they hadn't left.
Not long after the appearance of the entities, Jeni started to be awakened by the alarm clock in the spare bedroom playing in the middle of the night. She deduced that it wasn't her cats, because it was the variety that was turned on with a little switch on the side, rather than a button on top. Every night she would awaken to hear the alarm clock, and as soon as she opened her bedroom door to go and shut it off, the music would stop. Finally she unplugged it, and the music stopped altogether.
I have been a direct witness to a few things in Jeni's house. We were tearing down a border in her bedroom one afternoon, and Jeni turned to me and asked, "Did you say something?" when I told her no, she told me she thought she heard someone say "do you dare me?" Jeni had been standing on a chair to reach the border, and started to fear that the ghost was planning on knocking her off the chair.
I have also been touched on the shoulder in her living room. We were setting up a video game, and I was sitting on the couch, untangling the controller, when I felt something touch my shoulder. I turned to see if it was the cat, but both of them were too far away for them to have jumped off the couch and gotten over there in the two seconds it took me to turn around.
Jeni has a number of pillows on her couch, and I deduced that it wasn't any of them, because I had moved them previously so I would not sit on the beadwork and ruin them.
Jeni gets nervous in her home, and I am really nervous sleeping there. It's not an old home at all, which confounds me.
Does anyone have any suggestions?