This is a personal account which happened in the late 1970's, maybe 80-81. At the time I was working to increase my sensitivity to spirits by meditation. I had developed enough sensitivity to "Detect through feeling", sometimes see or hear them. Most of my experiences were pleasant and peaceful. This one was not.
Five of us young adults rented a house together. I became friends with one of my roommate's friends. His name was Eric and I remember him showing me his apartment one afternoon.
We walked into the front door of the large building and smelled something terrible as soon as we opened the stairwell door. It smelled like human poop. It was strong and pungent. I said something like "Get a lot of vagrants here?" thinking somebody made a pie under the stairs or something. He explained the building was an old hospital converted to apartments with smells here and there. Cheap rent for a decent pad.
We entered his apartment and it's basically one room with a bathroom on the side maybe 12 feet wide and 20ish feet long. There are two windows on the far end maybe 2 feet wide that span almost floor to ceiling. He has one comfy chair, a bed in the corner and a kitchen on the other side. We talked a while then said goodbye.
I remember the next time I visited the smell in the stairwell had gone. Guess they cleaned what ever it was. I visited again sometime later and the same smell had returned, but down one of the halls. Really odd I thought.
I believed the house me and my roommates lived in was haunted. I have an account about the place. Eric was also semi-sensitive to spirits. He said he could "Feel" their presence but not sure if it was just imagination. If there were any spirits, he felt definitely in an old hospital and wanted us to go there to "See what is there".
So we went to his apartment that evening. I did not smell the odor anywhere as we arrived inside his apartment. I pulled up his comfy chair halfway in the room and faced the windows. He sat on the floor and turned off the lights. I was trying to be as sensitive as possible when I noticed an outline or silhouette of something rising outside of both windows. Whether it was one huge thing or more than one I couldn't tell. It seemed to radiate a blue light similar to a black light. I just watched what ever it was slowly rise outside the window. I had the impression I was looking at a huge chest of something.
"Can you tell anything outside your windows" I asked. "Not sure" was his reply.
The image suddenly picked up speed and whisked upward and was gone. I know this sounds really corny but I promise it's what I saw. A solid black "being" rapidly descended from between the windows from above near the ceiling and landed right in front of us. It landed in kind of an old "Batman" offensive stance. My friend Eric jumped a little- like when suddenly startled as it quickly descended so I don't think it was just me. I looked at him and he looked at me saying "What was that". I looked back and it wasn't there anymore. It had encircled us, above us and around us. It was everywhere and radiating waves of terror. I knew never to allow these kinds of attacks to inflict fear, as it only makes them stronger. My friend Eric was not doing so well clearly by his expression. I was unprepared for that situation and knew we had to leave there and find out what to do.
I opened his apartment door and right on the other side- a strong overwhelming stench of poop.
We left his apartment building and went across the street to a fast food market and I decided to call a psychic friend of mine called Robin, "Bird for short". I hadn't talked to Bird in a couple months and dialed her number. This is exactly how it went when she answered:
"Hi Bird, this is (Sergeant) " Right away she answered in an anxious, angry voice:
"What have you been F***ing with?" She already knew we had done something without even telling her. I explained and asked for her help. She said we were messing with something too much for her to handle. It wasn't safe for her to get involved but for us to come over and see her. All the way there I was trying to convert Eric's fear to anger toward it with little success. We arrived to see Bird and again refused to intervene but gave us a small stone cross with instructions to return to the apartment, both hold the cross and DEMAND it leave.
I again tried to convert Eric's fear to anger on the way back. "Come on, get pissed! This thing is in your personal space so get mad, really mad!" I told him.
We arrived at his apartment with the stench still outside his door and the negative inside. We did as Bird suggested, Eric got visibly angry, almost rage toward it. It left. The smell outside his doorway seemed to move into the stairway maybe 50 feet away.
Eric spent as little time afterward in his apartment and slept elsewhere when possible. He didn't renew his lease and moved out when it had expired. I don't recall if anything further happened after that evening.
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