My stepdad, who raised me all my life, had been transferred to NYC in 2000 as a journalist correspondent. My mom and I soon followed him and lived there from 2001 to 2002 and had to return to our country, Brazil, because of our jobs and school. But in January, 2003 we went to visit him again. We were invited by a fellow Brazilian correspondent journalist, working in Washington D.C., to stay in his house and go to a press party. His home was in Maryland. We took the train and off we went. But already on the train I was feeling very cold and my head hurt terribly. As we got there I began to feel ill. Our host Paul* (I changed his name for privacy) was very nice to us and took us to visit Washington D.C. It was very nice, but as we came back my condition worsened and I was burning in fever. It wasn't very serious, but serious enough for me not to go to the party which made me very upset. Paul was a great host and gently offered me to stay in his kids' room (they were in Brazil visiting relatives), eat anything I wanted in the refrigerator and watch any DVD I wished. They left after I assured I'd be fine.
Although I've always know I do have some kind of psychic ability, I'm still very skeptic of all this. Sometimes I think it's all in my head and can't believe.
I was making a sandwich and felt like there was someone in the room but there was no-one. I ate, sat down to watch some DVDs but which point I really started to feel uneasy as if someone or something was watching me the whole time. I thought there was someone outside and starting fearing it to be a burglar, a rapist or some wacko. So I first went to check every room, looked outside through the window, nobody. I really felt watched and scared. I went outside to check again, again nobody. It felt like it was getting closer and closer. It was not a hostile energy. It just felt like people where watching me curiously. I tried to go to bed but it was impossible. It was like many people were there, watching me. Before that day I never felt anything like it or anything that strong. So I turned on all the lights and started praying (I'm not Christian, I'm just theist, so I prayed like I always pray asking for protection). I felt like I should talk to them so I started saying out loud who I was, that I was just visiting and that I was sick that's why they left me there. I went across the house saying that. It was a weird feeling as I didn't feel as they had left, but as if they were more relieved somehow since the disturbing feeling I was having going away slowly. I could sense them there, but it was not a bad feeling at all. I watched some DVD's and went to bed, this time I said good night to all. I could sleep but that night bugged me.
My parents and Paul came back home late and I only saw them in the morning. I still had a little fever but was feeling better. We took the train home. And that's the part that made me want to share this story and really think about what had happened the night before.
As we were in the train, my parents were telling me about the party. I said I thought Paul was very kind. My stepdad: "Yes, he's a great guy, but he's kind of weird sometimes". "What do you mean?" I asked. "He has the weirdest stories. He kept telling me that he thought his house here is haunted and that he has seen the ghosts of many people in various rooms and that many items had been misplaced there, but his family refuses to believe him. Of course they don't! That's pure nonsense! I never thought he was the kind to make up such crazy stories". I felt chills all over my body. It was real! The feelings I was having weren't in my head!
My stepdad is an atheist and very skeptic. So I only told my mom about it and she believed me since Paul is neither the spiritual nor the superstitious kind of person. I'll never forget this experience, but I can't share it with many people.