This is a true story of ghosts and spirits following me. It is a collection of stories from my time living in my flat.
My first story takes place in my flat. We have a Juice jug in our house (one of those containers that you make powdered drinks in) with a detachable lid on it. Anyways, it was empty, on the kitchen counter with the lid on.
Suddenly my partner and I heard a loud crash bang! (we were in the lounge watching TV), so I went into the kitchen, the lid had been thrown across the room! We ignored what happened, being shocked and a little bit skeptics. Then it happened again, this time landing in the electric frying pan!
My partner sees spirits, although he doesn't really want to, and I hear them on a daily basis, so this brief second story is me being harassed at Polytech by spirits.
They yell my name out in the middle of class, which really irritates me as I think it is someone trying to talk to me in class, so naturally, I look around to see who is trying to talk to me, when no-one isn't!. It's really annoying when someone in class is trying to talk to me and I ignore them because I think it is spirit.
I am deaf also (partly deaf), which is strange that I can hear spirit, but it's really ever since I've been with my partner that these experience.