Aright I've mentioned this little guy a fair few times. He's (I'm fairly certain it's male, anyway) a pain in my butt, and makes my Basement at my father's house less than bearable, almost to the point of my first story, about my house in Ogden. Other than one thing - I don't think he wants me out, I just think he's curious. I think it could be a child as well, but there are two stories intertwined here.
The first part, I guess, is my Guardian Spirit. I actually think I have two, but one is more the silent, red-flag type, and the other one is a chatty Kathy. The silent one is Dimitri, or something akin to that. He acts as an extension of my intuition, sometimes warning me about things before I've even come to a time when it's needed. I think he was the one that warned me about my grandpa's cancer (Dad's dad, not mom's dad... My dad's dad survived. I'll retell that premonition later, in another story.)
My other Guardian has only chosen to reveal himself as "Riku". I do not believe this is his real name, but who am I to judge. Riku is the protector, I think. There have been quite a few instances where I should have been badly hurt, or someone I love should have, and they haven't been hurt as badly as they should have been. Again, I'll recount these later.
On to the creeper in my basement. The reason I think that this little gem is a curious spirit is that I never truly feel threatened. When he's present, I can feel the hairs on the back of my neck stand up, and I can all but feel, physically, Riku glaring at something away from me, like a not-so-human shield. When Riku flares up, this second (or third, depending how you look at it) ghostly presence leaves, usually for a couple days, only to return in some small way.
The usual way that I notice... Let's call him Fred. The usual way I notice Fred is small things will happen when I'm the only one in the house. Which is why I can't go to my family about this - they'll laugh and go, "Oh ha-ha, Jordan, very funny.", because it's never happened to them. Or not to my knowledge, anyway. Lights will be on when I know they were off; I'll hear footsteps upstairs if I'm down stairs, or visa- versa. Again, when no one else is in the home.
The most recent encounter I had with Fred was last Friday after I got home from work. I was home, by myself - my younger sister was taking my beagle, Nala, to the vet (she strained a muscle camping, and we wanted to make sure nothing was seriously wrong with her. Nothing is wrong, her muscles are healing perfectly.), so I was quite alone in my dad's 3-tier house (basement, main floor, upstairs). I was going out for the night, and went to my room, in the basement, to get my stuff ready for the evening.
My basement's layout is simple: Going down the stairs, directly in front of you is the bathroom. To your immediate left are two rooms. The one closest is the TV room, and the next one, closer to the bathroom, is my sister's room. To your right are two more rooms - the furnace room to your immediate right, and then my room, closest to the bathroom on the right. Usually in this Cross-Roads of sorts is when I can sense Fred the most, or in the TV room, which I've started to avoid if I'm alone. My hair is constantly on end in that room, which is odd, because there is nothing funny about the wiring, and it's only creepy when the lights are OFF. On, there is nothing at all, like I've scared Fred off. Off, however, I get the chills.
Anyway, on Friday, upon coming down the stairs I got that usual, "Oh hi!" feeling that I get whenever Fred's around. I groaned, heading straight for my room and closing the door. My room feels calm, comforting, and I place that in the two blessed crucifixes' that my super conservative French grandma (dad's mom) bought me, and had blessed. I'm agnostic, but those crosses help me feel at ease, that's why they're up.
I gathered my clothes to go shower, and as I get to the bathroom, the light to said bathroom was turned on. Keep in mind; I'm the only one in the house. I frowned, put my clothes in the bathroom, and went to get a towel from the furnace room. I was grabbing a towel when I heard the creaking of our garbage can sliding open behind me. I turned and looked at it, and it was about a foot open. There is NO way at all that this was due to gravity - my dad and I built our basement from the ground up, and my dad is VERY meticulous about having everything he makes be level. It's the way he is. So I know for a fact that that garbage cabinet with the sliding drawer is on level ground.
Needless to say, I high-tailed it to the bathroom and locked the door behind me. I was in near tears, and I could still feel Fred roaming about outside. In my basement, I forgot to mention, we also have a cupboard under the stairs, filled with our Christmas decorations (Including a Christmas train that is automated), a RC NASCAR car that my dad has, and gift wrapping supplies. No Harry Potter, sorry to disappoint. Anyway, the instant I locked the door, I started hearing that RC car as if it were right outside the bathroom door, followed by the sounds of the Christmas train.
I was too terrified to look outside. I showered quickly, (which only made me more terrified - I kept feeling cold spots on my feet, when the hot water was running on them) got dressed, and kept my towel over my head as I went to my bedroom. I did NOT want to see what was going on. I grabbed my purse and keys, and ran up the stairs, three at a time, not bothering to turn lights off - I just wanted out.
Let me be clear - I'm not afraid of Fred in the slightest. He is not menacing, like the orbs and mists from when I was 5. He just seems playful and curious. It's just that I'm a huge chicken, and can't be bothered to get rid of him. I find myself telling him, "Now you listen, you are NOT allowed in these places, okay?" or "Can you knock it off, I'm trying to read, Fred." I do talk to him, and his presence does lessen, and I haven't really felt him around since late Friday night, after I got back. Well, that's a lie; I felt his presence when I was leaving for work this morning.
To top it off, when I'm taking pictures anywhere in my dad's house, I have to fight with my camera to get its auto focus to work. Its fine the instant I walk a house down on our street, but it tries to auto focus on something in front of me when I'm at my house, when there's nothing there. Like Fred's saying, "Hey, no, you want to take pictures of ME. Not THAT. Please. I'm SO much cooler than that plant, yeah, that's it. Oh, you won't listen!? FINE! BLURRRR!"
I kid you not, that is his personality, or so it seems. I don't want to be rid of him; I want to know what type of spirit he is. And I will say this ONE final time, he's not evil, so don't even start on me with exorcisms, "OMG YOU HAVE A DEMON RUN AWAYYYYY" as I have seen on many accounts like mine, etc. I don't need advice - I'm looking into smudging rituals, and trying to consider if I do want to do this. I just want to know what on EARTH (or maybe not-so) has become so attached to me.
Thanks for your time, and I'm sorry that this is so long.